The rain is still coming down on the Sunshine Coast. I’m staying in Gibsons for one more night in hopes that my journey over to Vancouver will be a little less wet. And of course to hang out with my amazing friends here some more! It’s nice to have a lazy day after traveling so much.
Jughead and Cheeseburger’s first kiss together (these are the code names they chose)
“Get Cheeseburger to tell you the story,” said Jughead to me after I asked him about their first kiss. “Her stories are more colourful.”
“Then he can add in details,” said Cheeseburger. Jughead and Cheeseburger live together in a house in Gibsons. They met seven years ago in university.
“The first kiss we ever had was at a party at Jughead’s friend’s place. We were doing a boat-racing challenge (a drinking game involving teams chugging pints of beer). Me and Jughead were on one team and his friends on the other. At this point in my academic career I did not want a boyfriend. I was hit by a car and recovering. But somehow there was Jughead. We were holding hands and I gave him a kiss on the cheek. Ok, he said, but I need my hand to boat-race. Then give me your other hand, I said. There we were holding opposite hands boat-racing. Later that night we were watching movies and I was cuddling up to Jughead. Right, Jughead?” Cheeseburger looked to Jughead for back-up. They exchange a special smile only meant for each other. He nods. “His friends were egging him on. So Jughead kissed me while I was sleeping.”
“Then you woke up,” said Jughead.
“I woke up and said I had to go and left.” Cheeseburger laughs. “But our first real kiss… It was a friend’s birthday at school and we were having beers at the engineering bar. From noon to 4 pm we were having beers. Jughead was drinking out of this one litre stein.”
“I was given it because I was a loyal patron of the bar,” adds Jughead.
“Everybody was a little drunk. I had borrowed my roommate’s bike. When I left the bar to head to the birthday house party Jughead followed me. We decided to double on the bike. He was on the seat, I took the pedals. We were pulled over by the campus police and told to get off. So we walked the bike to the edge of campus and tried again. Then Jughead twisted his ankle. We put the bike down where we crashed and sat on the sidewalk to rest. We were lying on the grass, half in a forest by the school. We started holding hands, then cuddling, then kissing. We were making out at four in the afternoon! Jughead’s TA (teaching assistant) walked by, saw us and brought it up in class later. When we got to the party we had leaves in our hair.”
“What do you think, Jughead?” Cheeseburger looks to Jughead. “It was all pretty accurate,” he says. They touch. Seven years later they are still inseparable.