The thing nobody ever tells you about your first kiss is that it'll leave your lips numb.
Your lips will tingle, your stomach will flutter, and blood will rush from the top your scalp down to the tips of your toes and then back up again.
And then, when the kiss ends your lips will feel numb. You'll try many things to get the feeling of blood back into your lips; rubbing them together, pressing them against each other for a long period of time, sucking them into your mouth and then quickly releasing them to make a loud popping noise.
None of these things will work; it's as if your lips don't know how to go back to being normal after being intertwined with another person's.
Of course I know that it has more to do with prolonged pressure on my lips than anything else, I'm a genius not an idiot.
My name is L Lawliet and just about 5 minutes ago I kissed someone for the first time 5 minutes ago and now my lips are numb and tingling.
Yes, I know it probably has more to do with blood pressure, but it's not really stopping me from thinking I may be having a stroke. Isn't numbing in odd places a sign of a stroke? I feel it must be, because nothing else can describe my appallingly stupid behavior.
Of all the people I had to kiss, it had to be the person who is quite possibly the worst serial killer of all time. Of all people I kissed my friend, my rival, my future executioner; Light Yagami.
Yeah, I'm definitely having a stroke.
How did it start anyway? Good question…that's what I'd like to know.
One second we were fighting like usual; our own little passive aggressive way of using small little annoyances as a way to cover up the much larger issues going on between us. The next second are lips were smashing up against each other in the most wonderfully brutal way.
What is with that anyway? Isn't there supposed to be a small window of time in between when two people realize they're about to kiss, and when they actually do? A small window in which both of us could have realized "what the fuck were we just about to do?". I believe it's called ''closing the distance"
The kiss lasted a lot longer than it should have; I still remember feeling the hot and cold against my mouth depending on whether or not he was inhaling or exhaling, I remember the feel of his fringe tickling my face, and I remember being pressed so closely together that I could feel his heart beating against my chest.
And then reality hit, and now I'm having a stroke.
I'm now frantically trying to calm myself, and I remember while it may have been my first, it certainly wouldn't have been for Light. It probably wasn't a big deal for him, so it shouldn't be for me either. It was only a kiss, I remind myself. Just a kiss.