I smile, because she's so clueless. It doesn't faze me that she's a girl. Labels are for idiots who need to define everything. Although I am fazed by the depth of her stupidity. She's just standing there, not even realising what I'm about to do, just watching me, waiting. I move my face to hers, and I touch my lips to hers softly, so softly. I hear her breath gasp in, and press my lips against her harder, making her kiss me.