Fuzzy

It was on a thursday, we had been drinking before we would go to the easter party at school. He was one of my closest friends. I had one beer too much, so did he. We were at some playground, using each other to stand up straight. He said "I love you." I smirked. And then he kissed me. It was warm, fuzzy, weird and drunk. I asked him if it was true that the drunk man says what the sober man thinks. He said he didn't know. He asked me "does it matter?" He looked at me, he had big green puppy eyes. I couldn't help it, I melted and said it didn't matter. He kissed me again.  
Three days later he kissed me again. Sober.

Straykitty Straykitty
18-21, F
Jul 23, 2007