6 • LEGACY
BY MILE PINERO
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ticky. Slimy. Wet. No more butterflies, no more doe eyes; nothing but a sloppy, sloshy mess. I blinked to try to fix my focus. His mouth was, in essence devouring mine; and as I sat there letting it happen, I felt my soul leave me and hover from outside my body. I’d never fully understood what they meant when they said “out of body experience” until this very moment and as I sat there, my lips consumed by some foreign vacuum, I contemplated my existence. So, this is what everyone likes? How in the hell is this even appeasing to anyone? He pulled away and smiled at me expectantly. I froze for a second, like a PC when it starts up, the little dots forming the loading circle. He says he’s kissed tons of
girls before… did no one ever tell him? When my soul had returned to me, I smiled and cleared my throat. “Wow.” I said simply. “Wow is right!” He giggled. Did he really just giggle? He continued, “I can’t believe we just kissed. Oh my gosh. OH MY GOSH. I better go before curfew. Good night babe. Can’t wait to do more of that tomorrow.” He turned to leave, but I couldn’t let him go. I knew that if I had to kiss him again, I would hurl into this poor boy’s mouth. “Uh actually, about that. I think we should break up. I just… I can’t kiss you again. Like, dude, you should really get some help on that. No offense. It’s been a good two weeks though. I hope we can still be friends. Okay,