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The first time it was because of me,. I'm willing to admit that. I was crying, the teenage angst and all that crap, nursing some bruises and a split lip for being the weird funeral-home-kid.

He was comforting me, and you can figure out how things went. I didn't start it, but it was because of me. I wanted it,I felt...It felt like everything was right, for a little while.

Boys can be so stupid. And moody.

We went from regret nothing to regret everything overnight.

Still, you know that regretting something doesn't mean you won't do it again, right?


Must be the only rule we didn't break.