I'm not Gay. I Just Kissed A Girl.

                                    

                                          
I'm Not Gay. I Just Kissed A Girl
                          
I never should have listened to Dean.
                          
You'd think that I'd know that by now. We'd been friends for years, and from what I have seen, all of Dean's ideas were crap, yet here I was, blindly trusting my best friend once again, and look what happened. Not only had I gone out with Becky Felcher- my personal stalker-  but I also had kissed Becky Felcher. 
                          
I shuddered, curling into myself as I waited outside the front of the school for Dean to pull up. I still can't believe we kissed. I mean, don't get me wrong. If Becky wasn't so crazy and I actually liked her, then yeah, the kiss would have probably gone better. However, she was  crazy and I really didn't like her. 
                          
And I really didn't want her to be my first kiss.
                          
"Woah, what the hell happened to you?" 
                          
I blinked, snapping out of my daze to see Dean standing right in front of me, thumbs tucked lazily in the belt loops of his jeans. And I hated how my anger started fading away - how I seemed to melt under those green eyes of his. When did Dean start having such a huge effect on me? It's only cause he's your best friend, I tried to tell myself. I'm sure all best friends feel this way around each other.
                          
"Uh, Sam?" Dean pressed and I scowled.
                          
"You wanna know what happened?" I hissed, stepping closer to him so no one else could hear. "Becky Felcher happened."
                          
"What?"
                          
"She kissed me," I snapped, "With tongue and all. I'm pretty sure she drooled on me too."  I added, staring at Dean expectantly. Because this was the part were he should say how sorry he was and how bad he felt about doing this to me.
                          
But Dean being Dean....he laughed instead.
                          
"Shit, Sammy. I thought she got all creepy on you man," He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. "Of course she kissed you, dingus. That's what you do on first dates."
                          
"How would I know?"
                          
"Woah, why are you so upset?"
                          
I glared at him. "Do you really not know?" He titled his head. 
                          
"Not know what?"
                          
I looked away at that, glaring at the bricked wall instead. So Dean didn't know...but how could he? It wasn't like I ever made a point to advertise it. "I never kissed anyone," I mumbled under my breath and when Dean looked at me in confusion, I sighed and repeated it louder. "I never kissed anyone before."
                          
His eyes widened. "Wait, what? But...but we played seven minutes in heaven in eight grad! You and Megan..."
                          
"We just said that stuff to look cool. We literally sat there doing nothing."
                          
"Are you serious?"
                          
"It was eighth grade, Dean. It was either that or have people make fun of us the whole time."
                          
"Sammy..."
                          
"Shut up."
                          
"N-no, I just...uh...I didn't think you were that uhm, inexperienced." 
                          
I shifted awkwardly. "Yeah, well...I wanted it to be special." I sighed, "but I guess now that's ruined. Look, can we just go to class?" I wasn't so much as angry anymore as I was disappointed. 
                          
And Dean stared at me for a moment, eyes flickering across my face before he seemed to slowly nod to himself. "Yeah, okay, Sammy. I'm uh, sorry, man." I shrugged. Too late now, I thought bitterly. "But hey, can I ask you something?"
                          
I shrugged. 
                          
"Did you...did you like it?"
                          
I paused at that, eyes glancing up towards the sky. "Honestly? I really don't know." Because the entire time her lips were on mine, all I could think about was getting revenge on Dean. And I don't know what said more, the fact that I could care less that a beautiful girl was kissing me...
                          
or the fact that I was thinking of my best friend during it. 
                          
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I actually really like this story. It's easy for me to write and while it may not be the greatest one I've ever written, there's just something about it that makes it fun to write. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed it! :)