I just want to be kissed! That’s all, is it really too much to ask? I’m not one of those girls, you know, the ones who the boys just line up for. I’m just… average. What’s wrong with that?

“Miss Malone!” I snapped out of my frustrated mind to see the teacher looking down at me angrily.

“Yes?”

“Excuse you?!” The class snickered a little.

“Sorry, I mean to say that I’m sorry.” She huffed a little and when back to talking about algebra, or maybe chemistry… I don’t even care.

James poked me with a pencil and raised his eyes. I replied with a little shrug.

Back to my dilemma, anything for a kiss! One of those toe tingling, mind numbingly perfect kisses that you read about in books and watch at the movies. I just want proof that you can get a kiss like that.

The bell rang, finally, and I walked out into the corridors. I looked over to the lockers and saw Leah lip-locked with her unbearably handsome beau. Leah was one of those girls. Long blonde hair and a skinny little figure that made any pair of jeans orgasm on the spot. Just so you know, we hate her. Only because she’s so damn perfect and has the perfect boyfriend.

Hunter. Doesn’t his name just make you sigh? Hunter. If you could see him you would do more than sigh, believe me. His choppy dark hair and his blue eyes, a little bit of stubble on his chin and a body that puts Jacob Black to shame. Did I just make a Twilight reference? Damn, I must be in a little fantasy land.

Leah’s hand ventured a little up his shirt and showed off his cut lines. Now I need a cold glass of water, or a cold shower…

“You know if you keep staring it’s going to get awkward, and not just for them.” James jogged up beside me and grinned.

I groaned. “Well they put it on display so they should expect people to notice.”

I couldn’t help wondering if Hunter was a good kisser, does he sweep her off her feet.

“Still, you might want to stop drooling, it’s weird.” He laughed.

“I am not drooling!”

“Are too.”

“Well sue me! They just look so happy!” I sighed.

“Yeah… I don’t think that happy is quite the right word.” He laughed.

I rolled my eyes, he was always joking around.

“I’m just saying that I want to feel that, you know?”

“You want to feel that?”

“Get out of the gutter. I’ve never had a really amazing kiss, I just want one perfect kiss. Am I too demanding?”

“Maybe, how do you know that there is such a thing?”

“Well there has to be, the inspiration for books and movies has to come from something.”

“Maybe it’s just the hope that it exists, and now fiction has ruined it for reality.” He smiled.

“Now you’re just being depressing.” But maybe he was right. “See you tomorrow.”

I walked home, the same way that I do every day and heard the thunder clap at a distance as the clouds came rolling in. I quickened my pace.

When I got to my house I searched through my bag for my keys but they were MIA. I grunted and banged on the door with my fists. “Come on Troy! I forgot my key!” I know that my brother is inside. He’ll be on his god-damn X-Box with his stupid friends.

As I was screaming and making a scene the door opened to someone I didn’t know. I accidentally gave him a knock on the chest and he smiled. “I assume you live here?”

“Of course I do, and you are?” I said as I pushed myself past the handsome stranger.

“Nick, and you are?”

“Kayla.” I said proudly, I don’t know why I said it proudly, it just came out that way.

“Nice to meet you then.” He laughed and waked back into the theatre room.

They were playing games and I doubt Troy even moved from his chair. As Nick headed back in he watched me walk away and I felt my cheeks flush.

You want a kiss… why don’t you go get one? My mind was asking me the question.

“He’s too pretty.” I grumbled.

With his swishy blonde hair and grey-blue eyes he was very, very cute.

Come on, what do you have to lose? I contemplated it, but what was I supposed to do? Go in there and kiss him? I don’t think so.

I made myself a big bowl of ice-cream and drowned it in chocolate sauce. Then I took of my school shirt so that when, not if, I spilled some it would land on my black tank top. I settled into the couch for some TV time and I heard my phone chirp.

You probably have to find the perfect person for the perfect kiss.

It was from James. I filled my mouth with cold vanilla ice cream and replied.

So you believe in the perfect person but not the perfect kiss?

Maybe.

Well Maybe I’ll just test it out.

You have someone in mind?

Maybe…

I thought about my bothers friend and laughed because I’m too chicken shit to do it. Come on, buck up! My mind was at it again.

Just as I shovelled a huge spoonful into my mouth, Nick rounded the corner.

“Hungry are you?” He laughed and I smiled like an idiot.

I finally managed to swallow the damn ice cream, very un-sexy, and put the bowl down.

“Shouldn’t you be in there playing whatever with them?” I raised an eyebrow.

“Only four at a time.”

“So you’re the odd one out?” I leant over the back of the couch, trying to get a little cleavage over the top of my tank top.

It worked reasonably well.

“Seems that way.” He smiled, and his eyes darted down to my chest for a second.

I felt proud of the ladies.

I walked into the kitchen where he was now pouring a glass of water for himself. I stood next to him and he looked back over at me.

I was a little nervous, come on, just one kiss!

Isn’t that supposed to be the best kind? An out of the blue, passionate, spur of the moment kiss had ‘Hollywood’ written all over it!

I smiled at him and he returned it, albeit a little awkwardly. He drained his cup and put it in the sink.

Now! Now! Now! God this was awful, to kiss or not to kiss?!

“Can you do me a favour?” I asked as I made my eyes wide and batted my eyelashes.

“I guess.” He shrugged.

“Close your eyes?” He laughed and looked taken aback.

“Why?”

“If you don’t want to know I can't tell you.” I puffed out my chest a little.

He grinned and put his hands on his hips as he closed his eyes.

Well you have to do it now.

Here goes nothing.

I put my hands on his shoulders while I whispered ‘no peeking’ and he smiled. I stood up on my toes and pressed myself into him as I planted one on his lips. For a moment he seemed stunned but after a moment he put his hands on my sides and opened his mouth so I could kiss him properly.

I pushed myself into him harder and his hands gripped my hips tightly. I let my tongue slide behind his teeth and he shoved his into my mouth.

His body was nice and tight and he seemed really keen, but this was not the perfect kiss.

He was a little eager, and his tongue was just slamming into my mouth without purpose. Plus, he was a little slobbery. I was pretty quick to pull away and when I did he just looked at me like he wanted to continue.

“Well, thank you, for… that.” I quickly dashed for my melting ice cream and escaped to my room.

I’m beginning to think that there is no perfect kiss.

I sent a message back to James and sighed. He replied quickly.

I told you, maybe you just need proof.

Ha! Like that’s ever going to come.

I ate my ice cream and lay in bed watching a movie on my laptop; I can't leave here now until he leaves. God, I’m so stupid!

I walked to school in the morning and sighed my way there. I give up. There is no point.

“Why so glum?” James nudged me as we walked into the school through the gates.

“I give up, there is no perfect kiss!”

“Are you still on that?” Thunder cracked above us.

“Yes! Of course I am! There is no point searching for something that doesn’t exist. All of the movies are so full of shit! There is no real romance, no perfect kiss…” The rain began to pour down. “And now it’s freaking raining!”

He started laughing, hard. Real hard laughter that made me so very mad.

“Why are you laughing at me?!”

“You complain too much.” And as I turned to face him with my mean little scowl he grabbed me and pulled me into him.

For a moment I couldn’t believe it; I was kissing James! My best friend, my best friend James! He lifted me up so that the very tips of my shoes were touching the ground and his arms encased me like a harness. One arm around my waist, another around my back with his hand on the back of my neck.

His kiss was hard at first, forceful, but as he opened his lips to deepen our kiss he became gentle. He didn’t force himself on me, he traced his tongue over the inside of my lips and when I extended my tongue to meet his, he mirrored my moves and held me even tighter.

I barely even noticed the rain, I barely heard the thunder. All I could feel was this, was him. I felt him under my hands, his back, his wide shoulders and I tangled my fingers in his hair. I sighed and relaxed my body; he was holding me up well enough.

He pulled his lips away for a moment and whispered over the rain. “Do you still need proof?”

I was breathing hard when I replied, looking up into his shiny green eyes with the raindrops pouring down his face. “Shut up and do that again.”

So he pulled me into him and kissed me, in the most perfect way that I have ever been kissed. And as we stood there in the rain I felt like I was finally one of those girls.