Disclaimer: If anyone in the world wasn't sure; I'm not the real author. I'd be out there getting my money if I was O:p

AN: NO this chapter isn't really that important, I just felt the need to add some Q.C.D. - quick character development. Don't kill me haha



"I just want your extra time and your kiss" - Kiss; Prince

Kiss

-C.L.-

"Can you keep up? Baby boy, make me lose my breath" - Lose My Breath; Destiny's Child

Claire Lyons' first kiss had been almost everything it should've been. It was sweet - just after a gift of flowers and chocolate. The moment was right, the sun was setting over the soccer field, where Claire and her significant other/predetermined life partner Cam took their usual walks. The soft Secondhand Serenade song coming from his iPod, and the pinks and purples of the sky seemed to make the moment perfect. And yet, as she closed pale lashes and leaned in, it wasn't.

It was almost like an automatic thing, done because everyone expected it to be done. (Alicia and Dylan had been most horrified when they heard that the famed golden couple had yet to "consummate their boyfriend/girlfriend-ness" in the words of Dylan.) The setting was perfect, the moment was something out of a teen soap. And yet, there was one thing missing, what was probably the most important element to it all.

Claire's first kiss, which had almost been everything it should've; was deprived - no, devoid of passion. Lips met and broke apart just as quickly. They both parted ways.

-K.G.-

"I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand//I want your love" - Bad Romance; Lady GaGa

As embarrassed and ashamed as she had been to say it, Kristen Gregory had never had her first kiss. Way too shy to join in on the spin the bottle games everyone loved, she sat on the sidelines. There was always some excuse for her to avoid it - her mother wouldn't let her near anything male, she was focused on grades, she didn't have time. In reality, she was too afraid of being told that whoever she liked at the time didn't like her back.

Kristen sat back and dreamed of it all, of all the ways it would feel. She dreamed of cherry chapstick, gum being lost, bumping noses. And then, shaking her head like a wet dog, she would flip open the nearest textbook. After all, she didn't have time.

-N.D.-

"I don't want you, but I want it, and I can't let it go//So now you gon' give it to her like you gave it to me c'mon" - Ring the Alarm; Beyonce

Heart pounding, head-dizzying, and just amazing, Nikki Dalton's first kiss was probably the happiest day of her life. She'd felt like someone special, someone worth loving - and not just the quiet girl in the corner others usually saw her as. Nikki remembered everything about it, even the way his lips were slightly chapped, and his breath smelled like cheap spray. That moment - which she considered the passage from little-kid to girl-hood - and that boy had stolen her heart.

Just as quickly as it was stolen, it was stomped on, run over by an oil truck, spit on, and re-gifted. She'd found that boy - the one who's name she decided to never again mention, kissing her ex best friend. Probably the worst part was, he kissed her the same way. Arms wrapped around her waist, chapped lips doing the same exact motion. He'd even fed her the same lines before. And just like that, Nikki went from special, lovable girl, to girl-in-corner once again.

She swore she'd never feel so special again. And then Cameron Fisher looked at her.

-A.R.-

"My heart is missing some pieces//I need this puzzle put together again" - Damaged; Danity Kane

To be completely honest, Alicia Rivera didn't remember much about her first real kiss. Her first, romance-movie-esque, open-mouthed Frenching. All she remembered was that her mother had left her alone - yet again, because one of her boyfriends (Rodney? Jayson? DeShaun? Juan?) had wanted to surprise her with tickets to Vegas. The only thing she'd found in her house was one of those damned sticky notes. Deciding to get rid of her pent up annoyance with her mother's new obsession with RodneyJaysonDeShaunJuan, she'd gone off to some school event - she couldn't even remember what it was - that her mother had denied her permission too.

There she'd met ChrisWayneScott, who at first, made her feel nothing but uncomfortable. She was only in seventh grade, and there he was, a sophomore going on to his junior year. But then, he'd started with the charm - her hair was gorgeous, her eyes bright, her face pretty - he couldn't seem to understand why she'd come there alone. And soon, before she knew it, she was alone in a hallway with ChrisWayneScott, who was moving on autopilot - she could barely remember how she'd gotten there in the first place. He sure knew what he was doing - the only thing she could focus on was the adrenaline of it all, Dylan was going to freak out!

Just as suddenly, she hated it. Who was this boy anyway? When did they get there? How long had she been there? ChrisWayneScott wasn't noticing her discomfort at all, in fact, he was going faster. Before Alicia could even protest - this was something she remembered clearly - a heavily accentd voice called her name down the hall. RodenyJaysonDeShaunJuan's tickets had been fake, her mother had come back home immediately. Next thing Alicia knew, she was being dragged off by a clearly pissed mother, muttering all the while about ungrateful, rebellious children.

Good thing she was a responsible mother.

-O.R.-

"I make them good girls go bad" - Good Girls Go Bad; Cobra Starship

Olivia Ryans first kiss was in what she liked to call her "childhood", despite the fact that it hadn't really been that long ago. She remembered it like it was yesterday, a movie playing over and over in her mind at all times. The first time was with a boy she truly, genuinely liked, as hard as some people found that to believe. His name had been Robert - the name made her think of old men, but nonetheless he'd been hot. Devious brown eyes, and a cutely mussed mop of curly blond hair, and a smirk that could melt hearts. Thinking about how she'd fallen for him made her sick, the way she'd simpered after him like the "silly little girls" she always made fun of.

And then, he'd given her the time of day. Her first time actually - kissing and otherwise. Just when she'd thought they'd "connected spiritually" or whatever they said in those abstinence sermons, he'd told her that he only wanted to hit it and quit it, before getting up, and going off to smoke a cigarette stolen from his father. Olivia, not one to take defeat easily, had put herself back together, reaching for discarded items. With her head held high, and her heart turned to stone, she left, and had sworn off love forever.

And then, she'd met Derrick Harrington. Messy dirty blond hair, deep brown eyes, and a signature smirk.

-M.B.-

"We came to party rock//Everybody it's on!" - Shots; LMFAO

Massie Block's first time kissing someone was her first time trying stolen Merlot. And Grey Goose. And Bud's Light. The world was a merry-go-round, a blur of colors, lights and sounds, almost like being a little kid again. She'd danced, like a bird, free. He'd had just as much as she did. And then, somehow, through the blur that was her living room, they'd found each other. Half an hour of drunken babble, about crap she couldn't remember if she tried. And then, soon enough, they were making out. It was magic - she wasn't Massie, Olivia's sidekick, who spent loads of time worrying about what a bunch of stuck-up girls would think of her outfit. She was a bird, a kite, flying high, feeling dizzy.

It wore off eventually. Hammering pain replaced the soaring feeling. He went home, and she never saw or heard from him again. But Massie spent the rest of her life trying to get that feeling back - to fly above the clouds and be a bird, lovely and free.


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