sent us on out way. All the while, both of us shared the discomfort of holding in built-up laughter, we could see it in the others face. After we were escorted out of the establishment, we both immediately let out the built up hysterics, retailing the events of another "you had to be there" moment, made up with fragments and other indiscernible noises. Needless to say, the swapped phone numbers weren't just going to collect dust in our contact list.

Now, I know it’s a little unorthodox for a boy of fourteen to actually be in love, but, to this day, I still believe Mizu Whatserface was truly my first and only real display of unconditional affection.