Different for boys, p.4
Different for Boys, page 4
And then, after a while, it all sort of morphed into us just talking, which we did for a bit and then a bit more than that and then Jack went on home.
Now don’t get me wrong here, I’m not saying this is the moment where I found the love of my life. Jack’s a really nice guy and a good friend but I’m not really his type – I look nothing like Mark Ruffalo – and he’s probably not really mine, come to think of it. Besides, there’s a whole life out there left for both of us.
At least, now it feels like there might be one.
And I won’t say for definite if it was the kiss that felt like the moment when I lost my virginity, #6 added to the list, because now that I think about it, that really is the kind of private thing that should go behind a black box and not all of this swearing and sex crap. You can only lose it once, and maybe, finally, it’s just private.
, you know?
But I will say this.
Through that whole night, all of it, I didn’t sleep a wink. I was worried about the next day at school, sure I was, but I also kept putting my hand up to my lips, pressing them lightly, feeling where Jack’s lips touched mine, actually touched them.
Just to keep reminding myself that it actually happened.
Patrick Ness, Different for Boys
