When I was 14 I received my very first kiss.

It all started in the 2nd grade, at the age of just 8. There was a new boy in our class, who my best friend at the time and I thought was super cute. We were "going out", but come on, it wasn't a real relationship. We were 8!

So the boy and I were "going out" all through the 2nd grade, 3rd, 4th, a little in 5th, and barely in 6th.

Now we were going into middle school. We were best friends, and we kept it that way. There was no way, I repeatedly told myself, that I was ever going to like him again. He was a player. Every girl in the school, and girls from other schools, went out with him at least twice. I was over him, practically forgetting about our elementary school lust.

But when the 8th grade started, things went differently. Our lockers were right next to each other, and we shared the same homeroom class. We were definitely getting close, and my best friend was acting more like a crush to me. A serious one! I wasn't 8 anymore. I knew how this would turn out.

I guess he liked me too, and one day, we were sitting next to each other on the bus. We were fooling around, just being silly like we always were. He had a girlfriend, too. It was the end of the school week, a Friday. And, his stop was coming near. I wouldn't see him again until Monday!

He asked me if I could kiss him, and I told him I didn't think that it was a good idea, knowing that he had a girlfriend, and I was scared that I would mess up and make a fool of myself. He was leaning into me when the bus stopped. I looked up. "Is this your stop?", I asked stupidly. I knew the answer, but asked him to get out of kissing him. "Yeah", he responded, kind of upset. We just looked at each other for two seconds, and kissed each other. It felt so right! It was so calm and great!

My first crush ever, from when I was 8, just kissed me. I felt like this was supposed to happen six years ago! And he broke up with his girlfriend. :)