Kissing Olivia Winchester (Girlxgirl)(SAMPLE) (PUBLISHED)

The Kissing Booth

Enjoy! Sorry if there is a lot of mistakes. This stupid thing doesn't have spell check.

P.s Don't read if you don't like the whole lesbian thing.

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I wasn't here because I wanted to be. I was here because I was forced to be; forced by my monster of a mother, Melody Montgomery.

My mother was a part of the high-class country golf club. The men, who included my father, Hal, in the club played golf, bragging about the success of their businesses and their large sums of money while their wives drank tea, planned parties and bragged about their oh so well put together sons and daughters.

The women raised money by holding a plethora of charity events to be able to fund the club without having to have the money come out of their deep pockets. It gave them purpose.

Usually my mother doesn't involve me in her schemes to show off to the other women, that's my sister Gwendolyn's job. I am not what you could call very social. I'm barely able to speak when it comes to people I am not very familiar with, so that leaves my sister to be the socialite of the family.

Since I turn into a stuttering idiot when people are around me, my mother brags about how amazing my sister is and takes her to the fancy get together the club holds and leaves me at home.

Not that I'm complaining or anything. I'd rather read a book and be left alone anyways.

But this time my mother just refused to leave me alone. She claimed it was life or death.

My mother's grand plan for a fundraiser this week was a carnival. With all the ferris wheels, cheap roller coasters, greasy corn dogs, and creepy clowns that came with them. Every job was to be done by the children of the country club members so they didn't have to pay for employees.

There was one job that didn't have someone working it, most likely because it was the most unappealing even next to the person who cleans the leftover garbage. Since I was the only offspring left of every member in the country club, I was stuck working at the kissing booth.

I know, I know it sounds like I'm over exaggerating, but I'm not. Not only is it embarrassing as hell, it's disgusting. Sure, you get to kiss a couple of cute guys here and there, but then come along the old geezers that probably haven't been kissed by anyone in years or the people that just don't know how to keep their saliva to themselves.

Oh, and if you're pretty, you're lucky enough to get a whole line of people just waiting to put their grimy lips against yours.

I'm extremely lucky, because I was born with my mother long flowing blonde locks and my dad's sea green eyes. Where I live is a natural blonde is like God's gift or something. I wasn't ugly or anything, quite the opposite actually. But my bright sea green eyes were usually hidden behind the lens of my glasses, the curves of my body covered by my baggy clothes, my hair was unkempt when I don't feel like brushing it through. I wasn't the type to get all dolled up.

And the worst part about the whole kissing booth ordeals was I was forced out of the clothes I was comfortable in and stuffed into a square neckline knee length white summer dress that flared out at the waist. The dress wasn't hideous, it just wasn't my thing. It made me feel extremely awkward, and to put the cherry on top she was making me wear pale yellow heels to go along with it. The curves of my body could be seen a mile away.

To make sure my mother came out on top of making more money than the other women she even tried to curl my hair. Lucky me, my sister was having a hair crisis herself so mother just ran a comb through my hair to make it look presentable.

So here I was sitting in an uncomfortable stool, with the hot sun beating down my neck in this tight ass dress. Nothing could make this better and the carnival hadn't even started yet.