Confessions of Fangirl

(From Bea when I asked her what she thought was dangerous)

Dangerous? Effing mistletoe, that’s what dangerous. Ever since Brentworth Academy, that stuff is my kryptonite. Touch is difficult for me in general, because it increases the strength of my “hearing” abilities. My first kiss was a nightmare. It was as though his entire mind had downloaded to my mind, and I mean the good, the bad, and the downright awful. Every lie, every good day, every embarrassing moment, every fantasy (and I mean EVERY fantasy) was now in a file in my mind, and deleting that shit is almost impossible. It took me years to expunge the majority of his memories, but I still have the memory of seeing his memories, if that makes any sense. As much as I occasionally bemoan David and Jackson when a cute guy comes along, the truth is, I don’t date, ever. Basically, there is every chance I will die a virgin.