First Experiences with a Girl

Skibidi vibes hit different when you are twelve, cold, and lowkey weighted down by two oranges in your jacket. December frost cracking beneath your steps while you breathe out clouds. You walk to the house with the yellow porch light, a goon barking at you until she appears, all bright and rosy. You lead her down the street, across a used car lot, feeling the edge of youth. In the drugstore, you are a sigma, asking about candy. You finger a nickel and an orange, setting them on the counter, while the saleslady knows what is brewing. Outside, fog hangs like old coats while you hold her hand, then let her unwrap chocolate, the sweet taste of first love.