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Chapter Four

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     Butterflies.

     That's exactly what was supposed to erupt in your stomach upon kissing someone you like or were in love with. Not that I knew it from experience but after watching several romance movies and hearing my friends talk about their experiences in this very subject before I stopped talking to them after the incident, I was sure that those butterflies would exactly appear in my tummy while having my first kiss.

     I always thought of it as a sweet memory I would never forget. A memory I would be sharing with my husband one day and we would be thinking back at those days when and how we met. Exactly that memory, we one day would be telling our children when their need to know how their parents met would grow with the days passing by.

     It might sounds cliché but with my nineteen years, I was proud to say that I to this very day, hadn't got a boyfriend nor kissed someone. That was one of the many things that differentiated me from not only my friends, but the other people around my age, too. While other teenager went out to use their free time going clubbing or something else, I stood back at home. And no, I was not the typical nerd. Sure, I did spent a good amount of time studying but only then, when it was absolutely necessary. So instead of going out, joining people my age going out every day, I happily spent my time with my family or only my parents. And I was glad that I did that, especially after everything that had happened and Carter had to help me go through all of that.

     Out of the two of us, Carter was obviously the more outgoing, daring and confident one while I mostly sat in the back and went mute. The only time I do speak up was when someone would ask a question only for me, which barely happened since the people around me knew that it took me a while to open up to others. I wasn't complaining because of that one bit. I actually was happy with the amount of friends I had which based on two people while the others were having too many to count on two hands. And of course, my shyness was the main reason why I had zero experience in the boyfriend area.

     But I liked being the shadow of my popular brother. I wasn't the type of a person who liked being in the centre of attention so I was more than happy with how my life went. And the times I spent my weekends with my parents, we would curl ourselves up on the sofa with a thick blanket covering us, a big bowl of popcorn in the middle of the little table along with several other sweets and drinks placed on it while watching movies after movies till nighttime would come around. 

     Much to my father's dismay though, my mother and I loved watching romance movies more than anything so mostly, he'd come up with a lame excuse and dismiss himself while I got lost in the movie. In those times, I was a big dreamer. While watching those very cliché like romance movies, my mind would drift of to nothingness and think about how it would be to fall in love with someone. How it would be to kiss someone you were deeply in love with. If it would be truly as beautiful as it was being replayed in those movies I used to watch with my mother and father.

     But never would I have imagined for it to be turn out like this. For my first kiss to be the complete opposite.

     A nightmare.