He was nice, he thanked me for being kind and we started talking. Before I even knew his age, I started to catch feelings quick, as I usually do. I was open to a relationship, and I made that clear in my authors note at the beginning of the story.
In my Authors note, at the very beginning of the story, i put my age, sexuality, gender, pronouns and other things about me that I wanted people to know. I made SURE, that it was known I was only 16, a minor. But this did not stop him.
We continued talking, until finally we moved on to Instagram and began talking there. It was getting late and we were having a fun time. We even sent eachother picture of what we looked like, I sent a pretty low quality one and he sent the same picture from his profile. He called me cute. I felt my heart twirl, I liked the attention he was giving me. I had a hard childhood, which he never got to figure out, but I was neglected and hurt a lot, used for my body as a result by many men in my life. I just wanted to be loved, and he gave me that feeling.
I stupidly fell for him, I loved him so much. I would have done anything for him, and I did.
