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Lunch was my favourite time of the school day.

It was probably stupid, I liked most of my classes, so it wasn't as if I was bored, but I liked lunch because it meant I got to see my friends. We weren't all in the same grade, never mind the same classes, so it was the one time during the day I could see all of them. And maybe I didn't see every single one of them every single day, but there was always a familiar face or several.

And the lunch room was loud. It was as close as I had ever seen to the Lost Boys and although I was still trying to distance myself from the Island and Peter and everything I had been there, it was still something I liked. Something that made me feel a little more at home.

I thought most other students liked it, too, if only because it meant they weren't in class. It was a break and I was always starving by the time I made it to the lunch room. Today was no different and I walked into the room briskly with my lunch bag by my side, then scanned the crowd. There, over on one side, were the people I knew, and I made my way toward them with a smile.

There were groups everywhere, though. I smiled at some of them, avoided others, and thought to myself, as I finally sat down, that maybe I was getting the hang of being a normal teenager after all.

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"Why is that weird?" I asked, although I was mostly asking rhetorically, because I didn't expect Aggie to have an answer. I had already learned kids in Darrow declared all sorts of things weird and I fit into half of them this week. Next week I would probably fit the other half.

"I really like kissing," I said. I really liked kissing. My body decided to make me very aware of just how much I liked kissing nearly every single time I got to do it and also half the time Eddie just smiled at me the right way, which could be annoying, but that much, I knew, was completely normal.

"But I can see why someone wouldn't," I continued. "When you describe it, it sounds sort of gross, doesn't it?"

Aggie shrugs, not especially bothered. "Because most people want to have that kind of relationship. So they can't understand someone who doesn't." It's not like she doesn't love people any less; Aggie adores all of her found family and friends. She can feel love, just not that particular desire.

"I'm sure it's fun, if you like that kind of thing. When we played the game, I didn't get anything more than a little peck from Eddie or the guy I landed on after." It's not a particularly varied pool of samples, she realizes, but Aggie doesn't think she needs any to know herself.

That definitely wasn't how Eddie and I kissed. At least not all of the time. Sometimes, mostly when we were in public, I would kiss him very quickly because I didn't want a lot of people looking at us. I wasn't embarrassed, but I knew someone would probably tease us.

And it was nice, too, having something private with Eddie, something that was just ours.

"I think maybe people don't need to understand not to be rude about it," I said thoughtfully. "I don't understand why someone might want to shave off all their hair, but I don't care if they do."

"Because they're people." That's one thing she's learned from living in two centuries. There are just always going to be people who are petty and nosy, who have to know everyone's business because their own lives are simply so boring that they have to bother others. It's sort of reassuring in its annoying mundanity.

"They don't understand two boys kissing or a girl who wants a metal ring through her nose. But we still exist. So there."