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Zoe, Sophomore

Yet another story of the numero uno.

I am Zoe and my first kiss was during my sophomore year in high school. It seems like I have had a crush on my best friend-boy (not boyfriend) Adam for forever. We became friends in seventh grade and have been friends since. We had our times when we didn’t see each other that often, but when we did see each other, everything was back to normal. I first realized that I liked him when he asked me to be his wife in eighth grade, as a joke. I accepted and it has been an inside joke ever since. Unfortunately during sophomore year we didn’t have any classes together. I thought our friendship would end. One day after school I had to make up a Biology lab. I had missed dissecting a worm. So I walked in my Biology classroom after school and sitting there was Adam. My teacher said that we would be dissecting the worm together. So I sat down next to him and we were both excited and dissected the worm and talked about everything. So when we were done we went outside and he offered me a ride home so of course I said yes. On the way we talked even more about “the old days” and he confessed that he had liked me, so I finally go the courage to tell him that I liked him too. We parked outside of my house and sat there for a minute, and then he looked at me and asked, “Umm... can I kiss you?” I said, “Yes.” So he leaned in and his lips grazed mine and so smoothly, he pulled away and looked into my eyes and said “I finally get to kiss my wife after almost 2 and a half years of marriage.” Then he leaned in again and kissed me a little more aggressively. We are still together to this day and going strong. I don't know if this is it, most likely not, but I will never forget him... ever.

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