When I was 12, I went to a friends sleepover. ‘Nothing special,” I thought to myself. “Just hanging out with some friends.” We decide to pull an all-nighter and we all talk the whole time. At around 11:00 pm or so, we’re sitting on the couch, the host-girl’s parents are upstairs, and we are openly discussing our sexualities. I felt (and still feel) that I wasn’t sure what I was, but I went with being bi-curious. I’m sitting next to this girl whom I’ve talked to in school a bit and she whispers to me “Hold my hand”. She says she’s straight. I intertwine our fingers and we hold hands for a while. We wind up spooning for most of the night. I think that was the first time I’ve ever really wanted somebody. I felt… warm down there but I wasn’t really confused. For the rest of the night, we wrestled and spooned and I really wanted to kiss her. I was too afraid to ask because she was adamant that she was straight. There was a curtain that split the room in half. I dragged her back there, hoping for some privacy to give her a kiss or something, but I chickened out. That was the first time I think I’ve ever felt that way about anybody before.