A/N: Hi there again! Here's another installment. From my notes so far, there might be another 15 drabbles coming from this. My problem though is I need to motivate myself to continue with WIP's. Reviews really help though! So if you have any feelings at all, don't be afraid to drop me a line and just tell me what you think!
Touching.
That was all the boys seemed to do. Punching each other in the shoulder, wrestling on the ground, rudely poking people to get their attention. She had never noticed it before. She'd had no reason to.
Now, she was hypersensitive to every action. Even innocent little touches put her on high alert. A pat on the back, a friendly hug, holding hands…
The girls weren't as bad. But even after six years they still tried to fuss over her whenever they were in a makeover mood. She couldn't remain inconspicuous forever.
Every little touch made her want to vomit.