Today is about my first love. His name was Joey, his mother was a family friend and I grew up with him. Up to a point. I remember him being around quite a bit when I was in the lower grades of elementary school, but when I was in 4th grade, his mother married someone new. They moved away and, at first, we saw them every so often, but that didn't last long. Fast forward to 7th grade, and our mothers started scheduling lunches every couple of moths. That lasted about a year. I haven't seen him since, although I hear he's engaged now. Joey was also my first kiss.
It was the 90's. I had the biggest crush on Nick Carter of the Backstreet Boys. Joey had the brunette bowl cut that Nick had back then and the cutest little gap in between his two front teeth. And he was an older boy. 6th grader if I remember correctly.
It was the night of his mothers wedding. Our parents were such close friends that his mom trusted my mom and dad to look after her little boys. So me, Pooka, Joey, and little brother were all in a hotel room "sleeping". Or at least the little ones were. Joey and I were up talking like the naughty little kids we were, when he decided to ask if he could kiss me. Obviously said yes and he did. We went to bed soon after that and that's it.
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