“Your mom doesn’t trust you ne?” Sibongile laughs, as soon as we hear the front door slam shut.

“Nah” I laugh.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I don’t trust myself too.” I smile.

“Wow! You’re a bad influence ke.” She laughs 

“Sometimes.” I shrug. 

“What does she think you’ll influence me to do, though?” She asks.

“I don’t know. Drink? Party?” 

“That would take a lot of convincing.” She says.

We go silent. The awkwardness is coming back now, with a vengeance. Only the TV is playing. Although it’s on mute. We both focus on it.

“This is stupid.” She says after a few minutes of watching the mute TV.

“What?”

“US. Watching TV.” She says

“Why?”

“Its on mute, and we are so focused.” 

We laugh.

“What do you rather we do then?” I ask her.

She goes quiet. She’s thinking. 

“Whats it like with a girl then?” 

“What?” I say, my heart starts beating fast.

“I mean, how does kissing a girl feel like?”

“Good. I don’t know how to answer that. It’s good. Same as when you kiss your boyfriend.” I shrug.

She shrugs too.

“You’ve never kissed a girl?” I ask

She shakes her head.

We are both looking at each other now. 

Her face seems closer than it was before. Did I mention that she has full lips? Cause now that’s all I seem to be focusing on. Look at her eyes, then her lips, then back up at her eyes. She’s doing the same.

Heads on the right direction. We come closer, and finally our lips collide. Our mouths do magic, there on her couch.