" Hey, Lesa, what was your first kiss like?"
Lesa froze up, felt awkward. It was bad enough that Neda was staying over in her room so late, but to be asked that...
" Oh, um, it was kind of weird... I didn't like it at all..." She answered, hoping that Neda didn't notice her blush.
" Really? I'm just kind of nervous... I want to tell Lt. Honda how much I like her, but I started thinking about the fact that I've never kissed anybody before, and that I might be bad at it..."
Lesa bit her lip, didn't look over to Neda.
" ... We could... practice, maybe," she suggested weakly. " Practicing doesn't count."
" You think so?"
" I mean, it only counts if you think it counts, right?"
Neda rolled over to face her.
" ... If you say so," she said.
Lesa kissed her.
... It was really nice.
... She really did like Neda, a lot.
... A tight feeling in her chest.
Neda drew away.
" That was kind of weird," she said.
" Y-yeah, it was..." Lesa lied.
" I guess it's cos we're both thinking about somebody else."
" Yeah, probably... That was a bad idea, wasn't it?"
Neda sat up, smiled back at her.
" I mean, I think I sort of get it," she said. " It's pretty late, so I'm going to head back."
Lesa curled up on her bed, foreign taste still in her mouth, and realized that she felt very sick.