LIA
There’s something no one tells you about almost kissing your maybe-boyfriend twice:
It gets weirder.
The first time was a surprise. An impulse. An almost moment wrapped in snacks and chaos and Minji’s perfectly terrible timing.
But now?
Now the moment was looming.
We’d made plans to hang out after the pep rally mayhem. Today, a quiet Sunday afternoon. Just us. No Serena. No Pouncer the mascot. No exploding confetti cannons.
Just potential, unspoken expectations, and 17 hours of overthinking.
“Breathe,” Maya texted me that morning.
I replied with twelve screaming emojis. Then a cat falling off a chair. Then another screaming emoji for emphasis.
Ethan’s house looked the same. Warm. Familiar. Slightly more vacuumed.
His hoodie matched my favorite flavor of bubblegum and I wante
