Matched Up With My Tomboy Childhood Friend

Streak Broken

So, that's how it feels—to be kissed. I'm at a loss for words. It's not easy to describe such a feeling. All I felt was that my heart is beating so fast and I could feel hers on her skin.

After that, she pulls back a little and we chuckle, looking at each other's eyes, in the dark. The way she pushes against the floor to support herself... I feel my face is going to burst in blood. I did it! I finally kissed a girl! I'm not a virgi-

“Was that your first kiss?” Eli asks.

I answer, “Y... yeah...,” stammering.

“Me too. You're my first kiss.” She smiles and just looks at me with her lips half-parted. I'm the first boy she kissed. It makes me feel...

Wait, what? I look at her face a little closer and I'm at the utmost confused why I have mistaken Irene as Eli. What... is going on with me?!

“So,” she says and stirred.

“Yes?” I ask.

“H...h.. how did you l... like it?” she asks boldly although stammering, she's too shy to look at me.

I swallow and I got a taste of her lip tint on my tongue. How did it get all the way here? Oh, I have to answer her question.

“It... feels great,” I answer can't help but look away.

I'm still feeling intense. My... you know, under there... is hard. I don't want to ruin everything by going too far. It's only been a week so I must not take it too fast. Or is it up to me or her? I don't know! I've never been in a relationship before! But not going too far I think is the safest decision.

Here on the ground, we sit leaning against the door and holding hands, waiting. She's leaning her body against my uninjured left shoulder. We could call for help instead of waiting but I feel I don't want to. I was always waiting for this kind of moment that someone likes to be with me. With that, I feel set like my worries and doubts about myself are gone. I can be who I am because someone holds me dear. Now, I don't have to be someone else so that someone will like me.

But what is this lingering feeling that I feel like I made a bad decision? I don't even see what's wrong with this. Irene is kind, smart, and pretty. She's been my crush since the first day of school that I wanted to be my girlfriend. But this feeling... it kinda says something like, “You just made yourself unavailable for something even better.” What for? To whom? I don't exactly know. One thing is for sure, I'll see this through. I'll see where our relationship goes.

Then the doorknob clatters, the door gets pushed, pushing our backs. “Hello?” calls a man.

“Thank goodness!” sighs Irene as we stand and take a step back to let the door open.

The man is pointing his flashlight at us so we couldn't see his face. “I'm so sorry, please forgive me!!” he apologizes. For what?

Oh, that voice. It's the boring guide earlier! I couldn't say anything or be angry or what. I kinda feel glad that he locked us and everything led to the point where I kissed a girl for the first time. All I could say to him is thank you. But I can't say that out loud.

“It's fine,” says Irene. I'm surprised that she's not mad.

He takes us to exit the mall and apologizes minute after minute that it irritates me. I couldn't speak out because I don't wanna be rude. It's until he lets us go when we ride a taxi to ride back to our dorms that I feel so relaxed.

It's 11 now and she's drowsy. At this time, I usually play with my phone before going to sleep at 12. We're in the backseat as Irene is taking a nap, resting her head on my shoulder while we hold hands. It's like when Eli and I- Ugh, there I go again...

For real, why do I keep thinking about her? Maybe it's best if I should confirm with Irene that we're together now.

I don't feel a single trace of anxiousness when I ask, “Irene, will you be my girlfriend?”

She chuckles gently. “Why do you have to ask that? I'm already your girlfriend for about half an hour ago.”

“Oh...” I could say anything more than that.

A few weeks have passed since then and my relationship with Irene is going smoothly. I can't believe I got a girlfriend in that way. Maybe they should make more of those escape rooms to help millions of weebs. It would be so revolutionary. Like, the weeb world population has been saved.

Also, I noticed a slight difference in my body. I gained muscles even for a slight and I'm not slouching anymore. Not slouching is a good improvement at least. Somehow, I don't even know the point of continuing my workout since I already have a girlfriend that accepts who I am. But for the sake of good health, I'll continue. It's kinda my habit now. Oh, I forgot... the job that I'm gonna be working on.

Eli only sends me videos on how to be a proper waiter and such. I practice in my room the etiquette. I got the gist of it but I don't take it so seriously. It'll be easier to memorize once I perform them in the actual field. It'll be just like reading the abilities of a hero in a game then utilizing them by playing. Playing the hero makes more improvement.

Today is Sunday—likely the day when I have to go to Eli's to deal with her parents. I had to lie to Irene about me not being available on Sundays. I just told her that I make my assignments every Sunday. D*mn, I feel guilty like I'm cheating. Even more guilty because I'm pretending to be the boyfriend of this tomboy.

However, she is always been in a bad mood lately. She puts up a happy front to everyone else including her parents except when we're alone. She doesn't talk much and it takes me everything by having to try to make her talk that will eventually lead her to tell me what she feels.

As always, the conversation with her parents is weird as ever with not much importance or with pure intentions. They're in their home right now and Mr. Tokunaga is a little bit fine—I guess.

“Did you already received what we sent to you, our daughter?” asks Mrs. Tokunaga.

“Yes, mother,” she smiles. They are referring to the small box on the table.

“Open it.”

I have many speculations that I guess would be something for couples. Pairing necklaces? Or rings, maybe? We'll find out once she finally opens the box.

Then, “UGH!!” she screams in disgust, accidentally dropping it.

The contents—blue packets have been spilled across the floor... THEY'RE F*CKING CONDOMS!!!

“Mother?!!” she rages.

“I thought you two would be needing them. I'm worried you'll run out and Kevin will accidentally cu-”

“STOP!!!” screams Eli.

“But either way, it's okay though,” says Mr. Tokunaga, chuckling. “We're gonna have a grandchi-”

“Father!”

“Okay, okay.” He smiles.

“Is that all you guys want to say?” she asks, panting.

Mrs. Tokunaga says, “We wish you both a good Christmas. Go on a date and have fun with each other.”

Somehow I get what she means about “having fun” but I must not assume that. I still have hope for her clean mind.

The call ends and both of us are awkward—as always after calling them. Now, these condoms littered on the floor are even amplifying that. She goes to her bedroom to breathe while I just stay here to clean up the mess. There are at least three dozen of these cherry-flavored condoms. What does Mrs. Tokunaga expect from us? We're doing it daily? We never had! And will never have!

“Eli,” I call her. “what do you want to do with these?”

“Why the f*ck are you asking me?!!” she roars from inside her bedroom.

“Oh, sorry,” I apologize, muttering the words. I guess I'll just throw these straight into the trash.

Or... not all. Who knows? Maybe I'll need them in the future. I already used the one that John gave me. Don't misunderstand, I just tried it on in the bathroom because I was curious how it feels to wear it and how it feels when f*pping. It definitely makes it less sensual since it's not skin on skin. Although, it made me last longer.

I look at her door so that I can watch out while putting three condoms inside my pocket. Stealth mission, success. Now, to throw the rest of these into the trash...

Once I was done disposing of them, I grab my bag from the sofa and readied to set out. Christmas eve is in two weeks. Maybe I'll spend the time I have left with my girlfriend before going home. She also needs to be with her family at this time of the year.

As I turn the doorknob, Eli shows herself at the door of her bedroom. She's hiding half of her body behind the wall. “Will you be going back to your family's house?” she asks.

I answer, “Yeah, it's gonna be Christmas after all.”

“I uh...,” she pauses, looking to the side. “never mind.” Then she goes back inside, hiring herself entirely.

What did she want to say? Hmm... Am I missing something? Oh! That's right! She has no one to celebrate Christmas with! “You wanna meet my family again? We could celebrate Christmas with them.”