I invite Emily over to my (haunted) house for a double sleepover on Saturday and Sunday night.

Actually, she demanded I let her take over my (possessed) room after making the mistake of telling her about my kissing session with Brett.

So that's how things went for me.

PAUSE.

Insert flashback.

Here we go:

After Brett and I forced ourselves away from each other, we touched our foreheads together, and just breathed in sync heavily for a few minutes.

I opened my eyes to see his flutter open in front of me.

I smile and say; "Hi".

"Hey," he laughs.

"So..." I breathe out, "we uh, we just did that".

"Yeah," he says, "First kiss"?

"Yeah" I say, "you"?

"Mine too," he says, grinning.

"First kiss, and you're a Junior"?

"I could ask you the same thing".

I blush.

"Don't worry, Fee, I'm really honored that you are my first".

"Really"?

"Really".

"I'm really honored you are my first too".

"Really"?

"Really".

We both laugh.

He stuffs his hands into his pockets at the same time I look down at my toes.

"So," he pauses, "I'll text you? See you on Monday"?

"Definitely".

"Cool, catch ya later, Fee," and he gives me a quick kiss on the cheek before he jogs over to the crosswalk to walk home.

I raise my hand to touch the place where his lips were.

"Catch ya later, Brett," I whisper, and I head home.