"Ken's not my boyfriend, Google!" I shouted at my computer screen. "I just need a way to apologize to him!"

I groaned as I banged my head on the laptop keyboard in frustration. For a whole flipping week I had been trying to find a way to apologize to Ken about what happened. He came for the talent show (that I got third place in overall) but disappeared soon after. I had an idea about how to apologize, but he was never around for me to tell him. Geez, and I thought Twenty Shades of Grey was messed up… and this is real life!

Finally, desperate times came to desperate measures. I got my phone and speed dialed the one person I usually trusted in this kind of situation.

"Auntie Agatha?" I said into the phone after I was redirected to voice mail, "It's me Bridget… I need your help. Please call me back when you can. It… it's kind of urgent, so please call back as soon as you can. Thank you Auntie Agatha."

Not a moment later my aunt called back. Her voice was as bubbly as it was loud, and she is as obnoxious as she is caring. I love her.

"What's wrong Bridgie?" she asked, using a nickname I didn't really care for nor dislike.

I told my aunt everything about Ken, starting from when we first met to just recently. She listened to every word without interruption until I declared I was done.

"That is a rather fine predicament Bridgie…" she said, "Do you have any idea how you wanted to make up to him?"

I told her what I had planned, and cringed soon after when my thoughts were spoken out loud for the first time.

"That's so sweet!" Aunt Agatha gushed.

"I don't wanna be sweet Auntie!" I plead to her, "I just want to say I'm sorry to him, not make him think that I really do like him."

"Alright, alright sweetie, Auntie Tata's got a trick or two up her sleeve." My aunt encouraged. This only made me fear my aunt because her ideas were (in a single word) extravagant, and not always in a good way either…

The next day being a Saturday, I walked over to Ken's house after searching for him on the school's directory that was on their website. I paused a moment to gather my dignity and bravery before ringing the doorbell. Almost instantly, the door opened to (no surprise really) Ken.

"Bridget?" he asked in wonder, although it was kind of obvious he was expecting me, although he shouldn't have.

"I wanted to tell you something." I told him, all expression gone in my face. I was serious; dead serious. So when he started to shut the door, was it expected?

"Wait!" I told him, stopping him from shutting the door. He looked at me with a puzzled look. Poor kid, I'm sure I was confusing him. What I did next would have confused him even more.

"I don't know if I can yell any louder, how many times I've kicked you outta here… or said something insulting?" I started to sing P!NK's song slowly. My cheeks began to grow warm as they got red from some degree of embarrassment. "I can be so mean when I wanna be; I am capable of really anything. I can cut you into pieces… but my heart is broken…"

Slowly, Ken started to open the door and stared at me. Partially in wonder, while also being rather confused.

"Please, please don't leave me. I always say how I don't need you, but it's always gonna come right back to this: Please, please don't leave me…"

After I finished, the awkward silence hit in. I'm sure you could have seen the wheels turning in his brain if his glasses didn't completely obscure his eyes. Not that I believe he was dense, definitely not, but I might have confused him with yelling at him for suggesting we were an item, then later singing to him like a true girlfriend would do. If this was in a chick flick or something, I would have laughed. But since I was in real life, this was far from funny.

"So…" Ken finally said, his thoughts slowly becoming spoken, "We can be friends… but not boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Exactly." I agreed.

"Do I still have a chance though?" Ken asked hopefully. "I don't think I can ever forget you. You're just so…" (Insert a dreamy sigh here.) "So wonderful…"

I had to think about this for a moment. Again, my conflicting emotions that involved him emerged again.

"I would go out with you… if you were the last male on earth." I admitted. "But don't EVER dream about repopulating though."

"So I have a chance?" Ken asked, getting really excited.

"Yes." I agreed with a sigh. "A slim one, but yes, you do."

Then, in a happy moment I couldn't dare tear him out of, he leaned over and gave me a small and quick peck on the lips before I could prevent him from doing so. And for my first kiss; it felt pretty nice.