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Simon was the first boy I really liked, and sometimes we held hands when nobody was looking.

Simon was sweet, funny, and had many similar interests as me. I probably sound pathetic at the moment, but I'm not...

Mix in my insecurity and shyness, and I was eighteen years old and had never been on a date.

Even though Adam and I had turned eighteen already, we were only starting our senior year in the fall, since our family had spent a year on a mission to Africa when Adam and I were five, so we started school a year late.

A minister who lectures fire and brimstone every Sunday for two hours and usually focuses on today's youth and their unholy rock music, their inappropriate fashion (he actually calls the poodle skirt the skirt), and rants on that today's teens need to be protected from themselves.

"Dad, you've met Simon, and you he's not slime." "Still," he said, "conversation done." I knew he meant just that, he wasn't going to change his mind.Now, I'm not cheerleader hot, you know the kind with blonde hair and blue eyes and a bitchy attitude, but I was cute in the girl next door sort of way.I was a brunette, with green eyes, and large (but well hidden), 38D breasts.I knew she was trying to be supportive, but that was actually insulting. God, did I want to be the original Eve and tempt someone.Still, I joked, trying to bond with someone popular, "I'm surprised dad named me Eve, who sinned, instead of Mary." Adam laughed, "Yeah, you're definitely not Eve the Temptress." "Whatever," I said, annoyed that he always could, in a few words, deflate me like a leaky tire. Yet every time I thought of leaning over to cuddle Simon, my shyness took over and instead I sat there like a statue: frozen and paralyzed.

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