David and I became friends really quickly. He was the first and only friend I had. We spent every weekend together, at his place. I don’t think my family had a problem with it, it meant I was out of the house and they didn’t care.
David and I watched tv, listened to music and played games on his computer (I didn’t have one). His mother is a nurse, she worked nights a lot, and slept during the day. We pretty much did as we pleased (and still do).
We smoked (he nicked them from his mother), sometimes we got drunk (I nicked my dads booze). It was one of those times when we decided to kiss. I was a few months off my 14th birthday Neither of us had ever been kissed, we both wanted to know what it was like. So we gave it a go. It was hilarious. If anyone had walked in on us they would have died laughing. We were both really drunk, so drunk we couldn’t stand (I don’t remember what we were drinking). It was sloppy. Ikk. I don’t wanna think about how bad it was.
A few weeks later Dai decided we should try again, while sober. He put a hand either side of my face and kissed me, soft and warm. Much better. That became our new thing, kissing. I couldn’t wait to kiss a girl, he seemed happy to be kissing me. It was weird. But that’s when I began to suspect he wasn’t interested in girls. It didn't bother me.
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