‘I want to kiss someone.’
‘Who?’
‘I don’t know. Anyone. I just want to kiss someone.’
‘Nothing else?’
‘I haven’t done anything else before.’
‘Why not?’
‘What do you mean why not? Have you?’
‘No.’
‘Why not?’
‘You suck.’
‘Not yet I don’t.’
Nobody spoke for a moment.
‘I still want to kiss someone.’
‘You could kiss me.’
‘Nah. You’re my friend, it’d be awkward when we finish.’
‘Who’re you going to kiss then?’
‘I don’t know. What does Sam kiss like?’
‘Good. Not great but good.’
‘So, no to him then?’
‘No to him.’
‘Who can I kiss?’
‘I don’t know. Charlotte?’
‘No. Charlotte can’t kiss.’
‘How do you know?’
‘I kissed her last week.’
‘Oh. Why didn’t you tell me?’
‘You were too busy telling me you kissed Darryn.’
‘Oh. Sorry.’
‘It’s okay. She wasn’t that great anyway. I didn’t really want to tell you.’
A clock in the room ticked.
‘You could kiss the dog.’
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You Could Kiss Me
Short StoryJust a short little thing I came up with while in a writing mood but with no idea what to write. I think it's cute now, but next week I'll probably hate it.
