I was sixteen when I had my first and last kiss.
Matthew was my dealer turned boyfriend--went to show the caliber of people I held in high esteem. He'd put out the question after we'd snorted three lines of cocaine. Romantic. "Hey." His voice sounded far away to my ears, slurred.
"Yeah?" I returned, tongue feeling like lead.
"Wanna do boyfriend and girlfriend?"
I thought the question was funny.
"What's funny?" His voice was loosely laced with hurt.
"Nothing. The way you phrased..." I trailed off, a wave of lethargy pulling me under. I struggled to break surface, blinking against the dizziness. "The way you phrased that."
"Oh, yeah?" A chuckle. "So what do you say? Be my girlfriend?"
I smiled. "Sure, Matt."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Wow." A stunned chuckle. "I didn't think you'd say yes
