I sit upon a flight of pine wood stairs. My skinny black jeans cling onto me, my pink and black check hoodie is baggy around me, either way, it hides my cuts on my arms. My converse are pink, the same colour as my highlights and the checks on my jumper. Luke comes and sits next me, his friend Steve is with him. Luke introduces me to Steve, he seemed nice and shook my hand after he greeted me. He smelled of a strong aftershave, it smelled lovely, although unique. It felt awkward when Luke kissed me and Steve was there. Although, Luke didn't kiss me like he used to. He slid his tongue into my mouth, then started french kissing me. I presume this was to show off infront of Steve, but it made me feel guilty. I felt bad for Steve, but I didn't want to say anything. As he left my house, later that afternoon, I slid a £20 note in his back pocket. I wrote my name on it and drew my signiture smiley face on it. I held Luke's hand as we waved him off. I'm sorry Steve had to witness that, but it was such an amazing KISS