Two

So that's how this story starts with a guy in bed, and as usual I was in trouble. I was never one of those girls who hated guys, even when I was really young. I was always to sensible for the idea of cooties, and growing up with a father, a brother, and a mother who hates everything girlie added up to a house full of guys. So guys and everything guy-ish never bothered me, in fact I learned to love it in more than one way.

From card games, to play fighting, from mud fights, to first person shooters, to those cute guys who always wanted to play with us, guys became a huge part of me, and my life. But until a few years ago they were just my best friends, except one. I've grown up with many different people, most of whom I try to keep in my life, but of course some always slip away. David was one of those guys that just stayed in my life, I guess it helped that his mother(a single mom) was my parents best friends, and her David(the youngest) and all her other kids were always over. Davids sister loved us, she was a few years older and never stopped try to get us to date. But to this day we never have, I don't know why we've done everything together, and I guess in a way I do love him but now I'm just getting ahead of myself, so lets go back to the year 2001.

I don't remember why we were at his house, we were always there, so maybe it was just to get us out of the house but there we were another sleepover at Davids house. I was 6, innocent but at that time I didn't know it. He had a girlfriend Serena, he was a year older and always seemed to be ahead of the game I don't know how he just always was. It was late and we were all sitting on Davids sisters bed; me, my brother, David, Davids sister, and my brothers best forced family friend Hayley. The topic to that evening was as it would have been in any-ones house at the ages of  4-10 Truth or Dare.

It was the simple things then that made such a big deal, kiss the wall, hold hands with so and so, go and ask your dad for this or that. Tell us who you like ext. It was the chance to make people say things that you really wanted to know but were too afraid to ask them. Or to make people do things that were just the funniest thing in the world at that time. But the fun could only last so long, I was then and still am famous for never turning down a dare, so when I got dare to kiss David, it didn't even strike me. I just leaned over as everyone giggled, and SMACK! right on the cheek! That's a big deal when your 6, so it was oo'ed and ahhh'ed, and was deciced that since that couldn't be topped we would go for a snack.

So there I was sitting on the bed left with a few thoughts, one being; wow that was amazing! Another being David is still standing at the door, what on earth is he doing!? And of course, wow there goes my first kiss. But that's all there was, it was gone and I can't help but wonder what would have happened if it had gone to any other guy.