"Remember what I told you?" I question Louis as we both arrive right outside the classroom of his second period. If you are asking whether I walk him to his class or not, well, he is my boyfriend and I see other kids normally do that to their girlfriends, so do I. "Yes, I do." He replies quickly while shooting glances to every passer-by around us. The look in his eyes is clearly showing about his current wish to just be invisible and insignificant to our surroundings, especially this very moment. But that will not do. My possessions are never something insignificant. So, I have to make a little announcement. I gently hold his chin, ignore his questioning look, and simply attack his tempting soft lips with a deep kiss. Such sudden public display spontaneously drives his hands up to

