Your first kiss happened with your best friend when you were 14. You sat on your bed across from her crying, when she leaned forward and lightly planted her lips on yours. You wiped your eyes and blinked.
"W-what was that for?" you asked, looking up at her through red, puffy eyes.
"I-I don't know," she shifted awkwardly, pushing up her glasses. "It felt like the thing to do."
You kissed her again and it felt right.
The next day at school you didn't see her all day. The day after, she approached you after school.
"I-I'm sorry." Her face was bright red and her lipped wobbled. "I-I don't want you to think anything more of what happened… But I don't like girls."
"Oh, um, of course Janey. I wouldn't want things to be weird." She wrapped her arms around you in a hug.
"I don't want to lose my best friend."
"M-me neither."