title: i kissed a girl
prompt: ohwhatsherface's mad love, katy perry, and my facebook status.
rating: T
summary: I kissed a girl. And I liked it, a lot. More than I should have. Will I go to hell for this?

dedication to; ohwhatsherface. Thank you for all your amazing fics, seriously :)

REVISED 6.29.14

i kissed a girl

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I remembering leaning in, and pressing my lips to hers. I've honestly never kissed before, so I didn't know what to do. It was all new to me. I swear, this was never the way I planned. Totally not my intention.

And I was very, very confused. But usually, I'm never confused. So this was a first, along with my kiss.

The girl I had locked lips with smiled, her eyes shining as she fixed her party dress and went to go dance with one of her friends. The two pals were talking, and I looked down at my outfit. Wrinkled, unfashionable, and smelly, unlike her party dress.

Ew.

It was gross, but that didn't stop me from leaving the party.

I wanted to kiss her again.

I needed to kiss her again.

The taste of her cherry chapstick lingered on my mouth. On my lips. I licked them once, twice, three times? It tasted like her. But I needed more.

But tonight, I kissed a girl. And I liked it. More than I should have.

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Will I go to hell for that?

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Everyone at school had heard about the kiss. They began teasing me (they usually did, anyway) about how I was finally coming out of the closet and "exploring" my sexuality. But really, I was already confident of my sexuality. I didn't need other people to butt in.

"How were her lips?"

"Never knew you went that way!"

"You're as straight as a circle!"

Ouch.

That hurt.

I was planning to go see her, to tell her that the kiss was accidental, and even though I liked it very much, it could not happen again.

But instead, she went to see me.

And kissed me right there and then.

I dropped everything, and kissed her back. Today she was wearing the same cherry chapstick she had worn on the party last Friday.

Everyone gasped, stared at us as if we were some kind of foreign species. But I didn't care. I was kissing a girl, and I was addicted. I loved it. It was incredible.

And then she stuck her tongue down my throat.

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273 New Notifications.

Uzumaki Naruto wrote on your wall.

Sai wrote on your wall.

Uchiha Itachi wrote on your wall.

83 others wrote on your wall.

I sneered at my friends who had written things on my FaceBook page, spamming my email so that it crashed my browser.

Haruno Sakura wrote on your wall.

I didn't bother checking any of them. I didn't care. I touched my swollen lips gently, with my fingers, my hand hovering over the mouse.

On my main profile, ignoring the stalker-feed, I posted something on my own wall as my status. It was actually quite shocking, to be honest.

Uchiha Sasuke kissed a girl.

When I was done, I made sure to like my status. So it appeared as the format above, with the box saying, "You like this."

Sakura was the first person to like it, too. In the comment box, she wrote, "Love this! x Sakura".

Heh.

I decided to go through my notifications.

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My name is Uchiha Sasuke, and I kissed a girl. And I loved it.

Haruno Sakura, will you be mine?

Slight changes!