The Boricua Guy That Stole My First Kiss

It's just another trip to Puerto Rico, Shariah. Nothing is going to happen. And Mom said this festival is going to be fun, not frightening. I don't know why I'm so nervous. God, I hope nothing goes wrong. "You might need some aftershave, Shariah, for self defense." My mom had said to me. And that's something I didn't realize that I would need. I should've just taken the stinking Aftershave. Maybe I would not have my first kiss stolen from some random, masked, tall, light brown eyed, tanned skin, Boricua Guy.