Sweet Sixteen Secrets
Sweet 16 and never been kissed, that was what I would be in exactly two days. And it isn't as if I couldn't have kissed a guy if I'd wanted to. I mean not to be vain but I am fairly pretty, medium height blond hair, the color of corn silk you know the light blond hairy bits you pull of the corn while husking it, hazel eyes, and fair skin with light freckles across my nose. I had the whole sweet, girl-next-door look going for me. The problem was since I was ten I've known who I wanted to be my first and last kiss.
But I was like his little sister, best friend sort of girl to him. And he had been like an older brother, best friend to me until I was like ten and he became my best friend who made my hear sputter and speed up and sent butterflies into my stomach.
At 13 he was my best friend who I am madly in love with. That was also the year I found out the thing he'd been hiding from me since I was two. I'd known for three years and I'd never told him because the way I see it is he wanted me to know he'd of told me. And eventually he would right?