Kissing Booth

“YOU WANT ME TO DO WHAT??!” I balked.

“A kissing booth, honey. That’s not too bad. And besides, it’s for charity,” my supposedly best friend Amanda said.

Ugh. Amanda and her charity purposes. I know it’s for a good cause but a kissing booth? COME ON!

“So you’re practically selling my lips just to raise money? That’s it?”

“Not exactly but hey, it can be fun. Just think of all those guys who’d pay bucks, fall in line and wait for hours just to get the chance to kiss the famous Simone McCall. Imagine all the kids you can help. And it’s not like you haven’t kissed anyone already,” she explained.

“No, I won’t do it. Nah-uh. Nope,” I said firmly. I may be a famous bitch but I ain’t sellin’ these famous lips for that. ;)

“Why not? C’mon, Simone, please. Think of the kids you’d help by doing this. Please.”

“I’d ask my dad to write you a check then.” Anything. Anything just to get this kissing booth off the choices.

“But where’s the fun in that?”

“Still no, Mands. Nope.”

“But-“

“Not a chance. Still no.”

“But maybe Andrew Castair will be there, falling in line, waiting for his kiss.”

I turned to her, my eyes bulging.

“Ha! That sure got your attention,” Amanda laughed victoriously.

Andrew Castair.

Too many reasons to say no to this kissing booth thing but one name could change my mind too easily. Andrew Castair has been my crush since forever. He’s the cutest, most charming, probably the smartest and nicest guy in the whole world. How could I pass the chance to kiss the modern-day Romeo Montague incarnate?

“Fine. But I’m not doing this because you got my hopes up with Andrew. I’m doing this for the children.”

“Deny it all you want but we both know why you’re doing this,” biatch could see right through me. Talk about how best friends know you better than you know yourself.

“Whatever, Mands. When’s this charity thing of yours again?”

“Tomorrow, five pm. School grounds.”

“I’ll be there,” I winked and simply walked away from her, nervousness and unusual giddiness surging within me.

I’ve been sitting on this chair, having snogged about a hundred other guys for four hours. Four fucking hours. But I had to endure it and finish this right? There were five guys left on the line and my Romeo’s nowhere in sight.

*sigh* TALK ABOUT MAJOR DISAPPOINTMENT ISSUES.

It’s not like I can do anything about it anymore. So I went back to what I was doing and kissed the last five guys, feeling a little bit downhearted.

“Uh, thanks,” the last guy said.

“Erm, sure. Thanks too, this would help a lot of kids in need.,” I said a little too hastily and started fixing my things.

As I was about to go, someone cussed behind me.

“Damn. I think it’s done, bro. I lost my chance. Again,” I would know that voice anywhere.

I stood up, turned around and saw him there, looking a little sad? Andrew Castair.

“I think not, Drew. Look again.”

He turned to my direction and beamed. He smiled and it was like the sun coming out from behind the clouds.

“Simone. You’re here,” he said, a little out of breath like he just ran a marathon.

“Hey, Andrew. Where else would I be?” I shifted nervously.

He laughed and I would swear the world stopped turning and just listened to him. “Well, you owe me a kiss,” he held up a ticked worth 500 bucks. Woah.

“You paid half a thousand bucks to kiss me?!” Oops. Kill me now please.

“What?” he asked questioningly.

“I said, you paid half a thousand bucks to help kids. That’s so nice of you,” I faked a laugh.

“Well, it’s for charity right?”

“Yeah, so…” I don’t know what to do. Should I come to him and kiss him abruptly? -.-“

“Right. Uhh, down to business,” he approached me.

“Yeah,” I felt myself blush.

He took my face in his hand and brushed my cheek lightly with his thumb.

“Such pretty eyes,” he whispered almost silently and leaned in towards me until our lips met.

It was like magic.

I would pay a million dollars just to relive the moment.

“God knows how long I’ve waited for that kiss to happen,” he said, making my heart skip a beat.

“What?!” asdfghjkl. I thought I was the one waiting for that kiss to finally happen.

“Well, I’ve waited for almost five years just to kiss the girl of my dreams.”