Annabelle’s POV

We continued playing for another hour, laughing our ass off & drinking. “Ok, last one. This is getting boring” Val says, spinning the bottle & landing on me. “Truth or dare, Ann?” She says.

“Truth” I say, placing my head on Johnny’s shoulder. I’m feeling kinda tired now.

“With who was your first kiss & did you enjoyed it?” She asks. Obviously all the good questions & dares where gone now.

“That’s not even a legitimate question” Michelle says. “We all know it was with Brian” She says, rolling her eyes. A chorus of ‘yeah’s’ are heard in the room.

“How do you guys know that?” Matt asks.

“It’s pretty obvious since he was the one that took her to prom. You always share a kiss at prom” Lacey says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Actually…” I interrupt their debate. “I’ve never kissed Brian” I say & I see Brian nod.

“Bullshit” Johnny says.

“It’s true. Belle & I have never kissed” Brian says looking around the room.

“Then who it was with?” Gena says.

“It was JB” I say & I see Brian & Zack spit out the drink. “& I did enjoyed it”

“You’re shitting us, right? Jason?” Val asks shocked. I just nod. “When? How…”

“We were talking once & I told him I had never been kissed & that I was worried I was gonna suck. So he just leaned & placed a small kiss on my lips & told me not to worry… that when you find the person whose lips fit perfectly with yours, you’ll know that’s the person who you get to spend the rest of your life kissing” I say, remembering that day. Suddenly my phone started buzzing on my pocket. I get up, taking my phone out to see a very familiar number & name lighting up. Everyone started getting up while I went to the front of Zacky’s house. I shouldn’t pick up, ignore the call like I have done all this month, but I think the alcohol running through my veins makes me answer it. Seriously… Justin is the last thing on my mind right now.

Brian’s POV

I see Belle get up to answer her phone. It’s so unlikely for her to take her calls privately but she does. I stare to where she was sitting seconds ago & my mind starts reeling. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I feeling the way I’m feeling? It’s not normal. Belle is my best friend. Why am I getting all this emotions towards her that I shouldn’t be feeling? Especially so close to my wedding date? I mean, I’m in love with Michelle. I’ve always been. At least I think I have been. Yes, the way we got together is awkward & not very romantic, but we stick together. That counts for something, right?

But I can’t deny that something inside me, very deep inside of me, something for Belle was slowly beginning to develop that I’m not sure its gonna be such a good thing. I mean, it can’t be when I’m eavesdropping on her conversation.

“I’ve been fine, just hanging with the guys” She said, leaning on the doorframe of Zacky’s entrance. “Really?” She asks, letting out a sigh. “Look, Justin, I don’t think that’s a good idea. You were right. I’m not ready to give up this yet” She says. Give up what? What is that asshole making her do? “It might’ve not been the subtlest way for us to end it, but I think it was a smart decision. You’re a nice guy & I’m sure any girl would be excited to be by your side… you’re just not what I’m looking for” I hear her say. Is she breaking up with him over the phone? “I’m sorry. I don’t think that’s gonna happen. I seriously wish you the best” She says before hanging up & sitting on the front step. I don’t know if I should approach her right now. I know after a break up, you might want to be left alone. “You can come out, B” She says, hanging her head down, making her hair fall on her face. Guess I wouldn’t make a great spy, would I? I walk to her, taking a sit next to her & offering her my drink. She shakes her head no & I nod, sitting next to her in complete silence. “What do you want to know?” She asks after a few minutes, almost startling me.

“Did you break up with Justin?” I ask the obvious.

“Yes… but not right now” I look at her confused. “Justin & I broke up on Thanksgiving, actually. That’s why I stayed” She says. She broke up with him & didn’t tell me? “I didn’t tell you because you never asked & with Leana & the baby, it just made no sense to say anything. Besides, you never liked him” She says, almost reading my mind.

“It would’ve been nice to know” I mutter, taking a drink from my cup. “Do I need to kick his ass?” I ask & she laughs.

“No” She says. “He did nothing wrong”

“So what did he didn’t do?”

“Let’s just say that… his lips aren’t the one that I’m destined to be kissing my whole life” She says, turning to look at me. I stare at her, studying her. She doesn’t look upset or sad. She looks almost relieved. “I guess I’ll just have to keep looking” She says, turning to look up at the stars & leaning back on her hands. I keep staring at her & I can’t help but notice that I have made a fondness of that. “Stop staring at me. It’s kinda creepy” She says. I smile.

“I’m a creeper” I say, looking up too, but something caught my eye. “You never told me JB & you kissed. I’m starting to wonder what other dirty little secrets you have hidden” I say, staring at the little piece of mistletoe hanging above our heads.

“He’s a really good kisser. He taught a couple of things” She says & that got my attention.

“You kissed him more than once?” I ask. & when she nodded, I was seeing green.

“I needed to learn how to French kiss” She says like it’s the more normal thing in the world. “& he taught me. & I like to think he taught me well. No one has complained so far” She says, closing her eyes & smiling. I tightened my jaw. Jason is dead.

“What else did he taught you?” I ask through clenched teeth & with a not so subtle tone in my voice. She turned to look at me, her brow furrowed.

“If I didn’t know you better, I would say you’re jealous” She says. I didn’t say anything. “Are you jealous, Brian?” She asks & I look away from her. “Really? Wow” She says, looking up again, but this time, placing her head on my shoulder and an arm on my thigh. Such a small movement made me forget about everything I was feeling. “If it makes you feel better… I’m sure you’re a better kisser than him” She says, looking at me. I look down at her & she’s so close… so fucking close. I look down to her perfect pouty lips. They look so desirables. & I was really craving them.

“I am” I say & she smiles, looking down again, cuddling closer to me. I wrap my hand around her back & start rubbing her softly.

“I think I should get going” She says after a while. She stands up stretching herself & cracking her back & neck. Something I hate for her to do. As she was stretching her arms up, her eyes landed on the small plant. “Is that…?” She says, squinting her eyes to watch it better.

“Yeah, it is” I say, stopping her from cracking something else. It’s just the small crack noise that drives me crazy.

“We don’t have to… you know” She says, looking at me. I look at the position we are. My hands are tightly wrapped around her arms to stop her from cracking every bone of her body, making her stand close to me. My grip on her arms soften a bit, one of my hands slowly making her way to her waist, pulling her flat against me. The other one traveled to cup her cheek, pulling her even closer to me. I could feel her trembling against me & I saw her bottom lip quivered a bit. “What are you doing?” She asks me, staring at my eyes & traveling down to my lips as I spoke.

“Proving you that I’m a better kisser than Jason” I say as I leaned closer. Her eyes stayed put on my lips before looking at mine again. I see her eyes starting to close & her breath ghosted over my lips, making us breathe the same air. I was almost there when I heard someone screaming my name.

“BRIAN! HONEY, WHERE ARE YOU?” It was Michelle. I open my eyes to stare at Belle’s still closed eyes. She gently places her hand over mine, removing it from her cheek, biting her lip & starting to walk away. I grab her hand before she’s fully out of my grasp.

“Belle-“ I start but she cuts me off.

“My lips are not the one that will fill yours” She says glancing at me before removing her hand from mine & walk toward the direction Michelle was calling for me.

“Fuck” I curse under my breath. So close… I was so close. I was so close to figure out if my lips were the one that will fill hers. I shake my head, take a deep breath & walk towards the living room where my fiancée, soon wife to be, is waiting for me to kiss her & love her. I just don’t know if I’m gonna be able to do it. I don’t want to love her. She’s not the one I want to kiss. What the fuck am I gonna do?