First Kiss – FB – FWG -300 word flash fiction. No triggers.

“What are you reading May Ferrell?” Jay-Dub cut through the park on his way to Basketball practice. He’d seen May there numerous times but never thought to stop and speak – until today. There was something different about her, she had a strangely attractive glow.

“Seventeen magazine,” she giggled and patted the bench, inviting him to sit. “Come, take this quiz,” she flashed the page at him, batted her eyes and sheepishly smiled.

“Okay, but hurry. If I’m late for practice, the coach will bench me,” he quickly sat down.

“Looks like I’m the one benching you. Get it? Benching you? We’re sitting on a bench.”

“Yeah, funny. Ask me the questions.”

“There’s only seven,” she said.

Jay-Dub untruthfully answered all of them, one through seven, number seven made him the most uncomfortable. “Yes, I’ve French kissed a girl, plenty of girls, twenty to be exact. Why do you think they call me Jay-Dub?” He answered.

May tossed the magazine down onto the grass. “Show me,” she turned to face him, closing her eyes, she puckered up….. Nothing…. Nothing at all happened.

She slowly opened her right eye and then her left. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Something tells me your name should be Jay-Zero. You’ve never kissed a girl, have you?”

He sighed deeply. “I have!” He swallowed hard, put his hands on May’s shoulders to steady her and went for it. It lasted less than a second.

“Woah.” The two spoke in sync.

He grabbed his gym bag and began to run off. Stopping, he turned back to the girl. “Meet me here tomorrow, same time.”

“Uh-huh.” May stumbled in the opposite direction, loopy from love.

“Bring another one of those magazines. Do they make one called Eighteen?” He asked.