The Summer that changed my life forever...

Brok: I shook my head. "Nah. She was really demanding."

(You're here? O.o I thought you weren't coming back until Saturday?)

Dakota: "Am...I...demanding?" I asked slowly, looking over at him.

(I decided to not go to church today. Such a rebel.)

Brok: "Nah," I said. "Especially compared to most girls."

(lmao xD yes, such a rebel indeed)

Dakota: I nodded and looked back down at the grass. I still had one question...maybe two. "And she was your first kiss, right?"

Brok: I sighed. "Well...yeah. Who was yours?"

Dakota: "I don't know, I lost it in some random Spin-the-Bottle game. Was Fiona your first," I gulped "Your first...anything else?"

Brok: "Oh," I said. "Um...she was my first for lots of things."

Dakota: I sighed and laid back completely in the grass, closing my eyes. Why was I torturing myself by asking more questions? "Name a few."

Brok: "First to call me fat, first to call me lazy...wait, that was Trey...first to eat spaghetti with me...first to share a drink with me...first to hold my hand..."

(lol brok)

Dakota: I didn't hear the one I was thinking of. "Oh." There was a knife in my stomach and now it was being twisted around. Or so it felt like.

Brok: I laughed. "Yeah. Like I said, a lot of firsts."

Dakota: I wasn't laughing. I was still madish at Brok. Well not mad...I wasn't sure how I felt, but it wasn't a laughing feeling. "Yeah," I said dully.

Brok: "Anything else you wanna know?" She seemed a little ticked. Crap.

Dakota: "No." I rolled over onto my stomach, so my face was in the grass.

Brok: "Are you sure?" I asked, tickling her.

Dakota: "Stop Brok." I pushed him away.

Brok: "Come on..."

Dakota: I glared at him. "Come on what?"

Brok: "Have some fun!"

Dakota: "Not with you," I said, sitting up.

Brok: I groaned. "Why not? It's fun to have fun."

(oh brok.)

Dakota: "Not with boyfriends who are still thinking about their exes," I said, and stood up, brushing off my jeans, then stormed into my house.

(lol he seems so gay at times)

(I KNOW!)

Brok: "You told me to talk about her!" I complained, banging on the door. "KOTA!"

Dakota: I opened the door, and rolled my eyes. "I just realized you have a key now, so a door won't do much if I want to get away from you." I sighed.

Brok: I sighed. "Yeah. But seriously. You told me to talk about her, remember?"