1st Grade
It was the first time we've met.
I remembered how he hid behind his mother's leg when she had dropped him off.
It made me feel special, because I was the first one to notice and greet him. 

"Hey, my name is May!" I gave him my biggest smile, showing all of my pearly white teeth.

He looked up, his moss green hair was fluffy, and his face was adorned with an adorable little grin.

2nd Grade
During snack time, someone stole my snack. I remembered to have been sobbing quite loudly, and the teacher consoled me. I was looking forward to eating during break time, but that wasn't what happened today.

Being comforted by the teacher wasn't enough, I wanted something more. 

He noticed. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned my head to the side just in time to see him pushing his snack towards me.

I didn't know what this feeling was, but I had felt so much better just with this one action from him. I just felt different. 

It was sweet of him, and sharing his snack with me just made him sweeter than anything in my world.

3rd Grade
During recess we were playing tag. I was running as fast as I could with my legs, but I was slowing down after running fo just a few minutes. 

I remembered being pushed onto the ground, where the wood chips were. It had hurted so much when I touched my knees. Only he helped me up and took me to the nurse. 

While we were walking together, I grabbed tightly at his hand, which held mine at that time. He grabbed back tightly, as if to remind me that he is here with me. 

I remembered how warm his hand was, and how protective he had made me feel.

4th Grade
I moved to a different school for one semester. There were a lot of people who sent me off with goodbyes, but no one welcomed me back when I returned. No one had approached me. 

Yet, here he is again, right in front of me and called to me, "May, you are back."

This time, he was the one beaming towards me with his smile. 

5th Grade
We went on a school trip, for three days and spending two nights. He was playing basketball with the other guys on the court. He was surrounded by people. He seemed dazzling, I wasn't able to look away from him.

So bright and charming, to the point that it hurts to imagine what it would be like to stand beside him. In my heart, he has already become an existence that has deviated from my reach, further and further. 

 It was sight I couldn't explain very well, but he had me captured from the very start.

6th Grade
We moved on to middle school. But on the start of the new school year, we barely talked. It just felt as if we were not as close as we were before.

Soon I found my own friends and he had found his. I was in the second to last part of the social ladder, yet he was on the top part of it. No wonder we didn't hang out anymore.

7th Grade
Upon entering the school, I heard a rumor that he was dating someone. It was a girl who was considered beautiful in our school. I don't know why, but it made me feel a tug in my heart. It just feels...slightly painful. Like one that disappears but then reappears.

8th Grade
I was having cramps, and it hurts so bad. Like a thousand needles piercing my stomach. I asked to go to the clinic, to lie down on the bed. I slept, it was slightly better. However, I vaguely remembered being awakened with a slight pressure on my lips.

What had surprised me the most, was finding out the culprit of the one who kissed me. It was him.
I was too shocked, and hurriedly ran out. And I haven't seen him since then.

But was it bad, that I had wanted to remember the softness of the lips again?

9th Grade
The start of high school, it was the first time I had gotten myself a boyfriend. But we don't really do much other than holding hands, and hugging. Maybe that's why I was dumped.

Weird thing though, I didn't feel the slightest amount of sadness when we broke up. It just felt, better. And here I thought love wasn't so complicated.

Boy was I wrong,

10th Grade

After 2 years, I finally saw him again. And this time he's in 2/3 of all my class periods, talk about unlucky. Not to mention we were chosen as partners for many projects. I had thought that it would've turned out pretty bad, but it was alright. It could've been worse, however we both minded our own business.

What puzzled me was,why did he kiss me?

11th Grade
Sigh, junior year. One more year to go and then it's college. I wasn't feeling well that day either, the cramps were coming back once again.

So this time I asked my teacher to go to the nurse, and I lied down on the bed. I had my eyes closed and entered a dream.

I dreamed about him.
And when I woke up, I saw him.

He was sitting at the edge of the bed, just like all those years before. His emerald eyes showed amusement and he flicked his green hair. Just when I was about to get up he stopped me.

He stopped me with a kiss.

11th Grade- 2 months after
I'm lame, I know. Because in the end I ran away, again. But this time it won't be the same. Because this time I am ready for what's going to happen next. Because I'm going to confront him this time. And I will ask why he kissed me twice.

I need answers and he has them.

And hopefully, just maybe...our feelings are mutual.

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"I like you."

"But I don't like you." My heart dropped, what? He doesn't have feelings for me?

"T-then why d-did you kiss me?" I stuttered out, embarrassed. He shrugged, "Because I wanted to."

Because he wanted to?

Because he wanted to?

I exploded,"Are you kidding with me?" He looked unfazed,"Does it look like I'm joking?"

If looks could kill, he would've been a dead fish by now,"That was my first kiss you jerk!" I cried out, face flamed. My mind thinking of so many ways of giving him slow and painful deaths.

Maybe I can throw him down a well, or hang him up, or maybe poison him to death. Or better yet just choke him right now, it slow and painful...

"It was my first too." I stopped, and froze. Wait what?

I gave him a Confused look, he sighed and said,"It was my first kiss too." Unexpectedly my jaw dropped,"B-but w-why, w-what?" Gibberish flooded out.

He covered his face with one hand,"Actually I wanted to confess first. It isn't fair because if you confess first then all I can say is,"Me too."

His face flushed,"I like-no I fell in love with you." I felt my cheeks flame,when he said the next words,"I fell in love with every part of you, which is why I kissed you."

I opened my mouth to reply, but it was blocked by his lips.

It was sweet...our 3rd kiss.

It seemed like he knew that I was counting and he said,"I'll kiss so so many times that you'll lose the numbers." It was a bold statement. Even coming from him and his arrogance.

But right now, I just want to treasure this memory,

Forever.

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Okay~ this was my attempt at an one shot~

I have to admit, it took about an hour, so I'm going to have to go back and edit this.

Turns out I couldn't enter for the pokemonwatties:/ well I'll try next year

Thank you -siLv3ryG0ld <3