I once had this really cool best friend called Emily and I sorta was attracted to her. She had gorgeous eyes and an alluring smile.

One night, we were at my place; we were having a sleepover. I was 14 then and knew nothing about love, but Emily knew way too much. Let me explain:

That night, she came over to my bed and told me she couldn't sleep. I invited Emily to my bed and asked if she'd be willing to read a book with me (she said yes). We created a fort with my quilt but I noticed she didn't seem interested in the activity because she kept staring at me. I began asking Emily what's wrong but she didn't answer and I was getting impatient. Then, out the blue, she kissed me. Then we began making out. I kinda liked it and we did it every time she came around.

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