Hey guys so this story was actually written by my amazing cousin with an amazing skill for writing so if you have any comments just know she might not see them but I will so don't worry! Okay I will stop rambling and get to the story! Enjoy!
You know those moments in life, where you can either not make a dumb decision, and probably regret not doing for the rest of life. Or, do the dumb decision anyways, and you only have a split second to choose which choice to make. I was faced with one of those decisions. Most people would choose to live with regret for the rest of their lives, I however, am not most people.
When a mortal boy has just had his first kiss, the first thing that probably comes to their mind is, "I need to Instagram all my friends about this." Then would receive responses that say " Dude, who'd you kiss?", " From a scale to 1 to 10, how hot is she?, " What did her lips taste like?", and so on.
My thought process was just slightly different. The only thing on my mind, was, " Man, my mom is going to kill me."
I could picture the lecture I would get. It would start with my mom yelling, " YOU DID WHAT, ANUBIS?!" " Whoa, hon, why ya yellin'?" My dad would say walking in casually, wearing his famous red disco suit and black fedora. (Which by the way, my mom does not approve of) "Your son." my mother would start slowly. " Kissed a girl. There was an awkward silence for a few minutes, then my dad clapped me on the back, and said "Nice job son! who'd ya kiss?"My mom would shoot her husband a glare, while I muttered her name under my breath. "Who?" My mom would say in that voice that's polite, but you know that if you don't answer honestly, you're going to end up doing the dishes. " Sadie Kane." I'd say a little louder, because take my word for it, you do not want to see what's in our sink. My father stares at me dumbfounded, while my mom lectures me for 20 minutes, ending it with " Now do you regret your decision?". Of course I nod my head. (Because I don't know what my dad feeds his pet, but it's probably worse than my mom's cooking. Now that takes talent to beat!)
The truth is though, I don't regret anything. I don't regret the way her sweet, minty lips pressed against mine, I don't regret the way her fingers brushed mine, like a paintbrush painting a masterpiece, I don't regret how her blond and blue hair danced across my neck, like a summer breeze swaying a meadows grass, nor do I regret the look of her eyes jumping with surprise, and for once, Sadie Kane was speechless.