Seventh grade, we started dating by a written message passed between lunch tables. His to mine, mine to his, his to mine so on and so forth. Immediately it became awkward.
After a week or two the only thing we would to was hug, (remember I was only in 7th grade) he walked me home once and all my friends told me to walk him to the driveway. I thought we may kiss and got really nervous: sweaty palms, nervous giggle- you know the routine. All he did was turn around and hug me.
A little while later rumors spread of how he kissed his brother. His freaking BROTHER. Yes, I know now that it probably was just a rumor but come one... it freaked me out. HIS DANG BROTHER. Anyways, that pretty much was the end of that relationship.
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