"Weirdo." Okay, the name calling is a step toward normalcy. This is good, we're getting somewhere. Suddenly a hand reaches up and the smooth palm of it runs up my forehead, pushing my hair back. The boy who I thought I had known shifted towards me in the bad and planted a soft kiss in the center of my forehead. His lips felt so gentle and supple when they graced my forehead. So much so that my internal organs started to dance all around. There's a wiggly feeling inside my body.