I sat in my room for the longest time, but when I looked at the clock, it had been only five minutes, to my utter dismay.

Scooter still hadn’t moved from his spot, and I hugged him close, the tears coming in a very slow pace now.

I felt horrible.

I sound like a lovelorn sixteen year old; but it was true – that kiss had been being kept for my first boyfriend, and I certainly hadn’t imagined it going the way it did.

“What a disaster,” I whispered into Scooter’s minty fur.

Scooter mewed in response, and I placed my head on the pillow.

I had a minor headache from the tears, as one always does when she’s practically cried her tear glands out.

“This sucks, Scooter.”

He gave me a : ‘You just noticed?’ look, so I decided to leave the questions for another time.

Lying down made me wish for grandma – whenever I was troubled, she’d let me put my head in her lap, and then she’d stroke my hair and sing lullabies in Gaelic.

That reminds me…I should go see her.

But after a small nap…