the begging

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I was walking down the streets,just to go to my grandparents house.I felt like someone was stalking me for a while,but I didn't give a damn.I knew by the way he walked he was a peaceful person,he didn't make any sound while walking and the music he was listening to,was my cup of tea.A boy or a girl?How old are they?If he is a kidnapper,what am I gonna do??....Some of my thoughts when I was walking off the bridge.He walked by and the only thing I could recognize was he's gender.He was a handsome boy around fifteen or sixteen,I didn't really care about this information.(his age) Suddenly he turns back ,that was the moment that I was blushing and about to get in heat.

It only passed about a week and my cousin asked me if I was down to meet his friends ,since the next day I was about to go back to my parents ,of course my answer was positive so , the very next day we went out to the nearest club around there for a drink.Then I saw him again , I though that it was just a random moment,but fortunately or not it wasn't.My cousin said: guys this is my cousin johnny,johnny these my friends.....

I froze right the moment I heard that sentence , I didn't know what to say ,"hi I'm alex's cousin","nice to meet you" or should I just kiss the mascular,pretty boy?His name was Ethan, the only name that I remember from that night.

We drunk about five or six drinks ,so I wasn't so sober....."I'm going to the bathroom"I said to everyone , they just said okay ,but he just stood up and followed me right there.I was so calm and peaceful,I think it's because of the alcohol.He sat next to me and the only thing he just asked me was"u gay?"."No I'm not,how about you?","nahhh man ,I have a girlfriend".Ouch,that hurt.....On my way out of the toilet I slipped and fell in front of him and he just laughed,"u think this is funny huh ??","no of course not,sorry","I thought so"and since that we didn't talk all night long.

The next day was so confusing,why the actual fuck did he asked me if I was gay ??It was my outfit,the way I was talking or he was interested in me ? I don't really know ,I guess it was the last time seeing him cause I'm going back to Boston,back to my miserable life....

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