A/N So this has been rolling around in my head for awhile. This is def. a Brucas fic...I promise by Chapter 4 you'll understand, so try to stick with it till then. If you hate it after that quit reading, but leave reviews! The song lyrics at the bottom from Pills by the Perishers. I don't own them or OTH. The first few chapters are short but they get longer. If you want me to continue or what not...Review!

She wraps her tanned arms around my neck and lightly kisses my cheek with her soft lips.

I smile. That's what I'm supposed to do when my girlfriend kisses me.

You see, the simple act of her lips on mine used to send my body into a Tilt-a-Whirl of emotions, making it difficult for me to think straight.

The key phrase is "used to."

Something over the years had changed and I no longer had that involuntary reaction.

When did it come to this, I silently question myself. When did I have to begin thinking about what a boyfriend should do, when before I could hardly think when she was near me.

Why didn't I want to smile when she kissed me?

But I knew the answer.

I had known this answer for awhile.

So when she kissed me, I would smile.

Hoping she wouldn't notice that my eyes didn't match my lips.

I hope my smile can distract you