"I was your first kiss?" Tyson asks, repeating my statement as a question. I look down and awkwardly play with my fingers, "Yeah, I know its weird but my first boyfriend never kissed me. I mean, I dated him for a year but he just never did it. I found out why. But yeah, you're my first kiss." I explain.

Tyson lifts my chin, making me look directly into his eyes, "What happened, with your first boyfriend?" Tyson asks. I shake my head. I don't want to talk about that... Ever.

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After we practiced the act one more time, without kissing of course, I walk back home alone. Tyson tried to walk me home but I refused.

I guess Tyson isn't too bad when you see past his whole bad boy façade. He's definitely still puts the ass in badass but he apologized for taking my first kiss. I guess my first kiss could have been worse, or I would have ended up alone, kissing my dogs instead of my husband. Ugh, I'm going to die alone. At least I won't die with cats, I don't like cats, they're the bitchiest animals ever and they don't listen ever. Stupid cats, but kittens are adorable so its fine.

What was I talking about again?

I get to my room and change into my pajamas. I feel exhausted and I've hardly done anything today. My life is becoming so sad. I need to watch Netflix, that always makes me feel better.

I walk downstairs and put a bag of popcorn in the microwave, once it's done connect my computer to the T.V. Wrapping a blanket around my body, I sit down.

Hahaha, what would I do without Netflix?

No Teen Wolf?

No Vampire Diaries?

No Originals?

And no Gossip Girl?

Oh my god, that means no Chuck Bass or Dylan O'Brien or Colton Haynes. No, my life would be horrible.

What is wrong with me? I'm obsessed with people I will probably never meet. Ahh, the perks of being a fangirl. You know?

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