We ran to the top of the hill.
And the grass up there felt nice.
The trees were surrounding us densely.
There was crawling in between roots and stones.
A hair in my mouth.
The moon shined brightly through my closed eyelids.
A vague picture of you.
Your chest on mine.
My hand on your thigh.
Giggling and tendencies to use stupid words.
Nonsensical vocal reactions.
A bed in your arms.
A sanctum on your lips.
Complex clothing removal.
Cold air and tickling skins.
Soft kisses on places that weren't your lips.
Sudden rationalising.
Abrupt detachment.
Laughter and hugging.
Alive.
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"Is there nothing you're anxious about when it comes to your body?"
"Not really."
"How?"
"I wasn't really anxious because of anything up until now."
"So maybe it was a gift, the - not-feeling?"
"In some ways, sure."
"I'm anxious."
"I know.
"Don't say that."
"Why?"
"Because then I become even more anxious."
"That doesn't make any sense."
"You just can't understand it."
"Probably."
"Probably..."
"Do you want to explain it to me?"
"Like..., what I'm anxious about?"
"And how and why."
"That's a lot to ask for."
"I'd like to understand it."
"I guess..."
"So?"
"You're touching my arm again, Ben."
"Should I not?"
"I don't know."
"Is that better?"
"That's not my arm, to say the least."
"Did you know how funny the word boob is?"
"I don't think I ever thought about that."
"Boob. Beeb Boob."
"What?"
"See? You're laughing, it's funny."
"It's funny because you say it with such a straight face."
"It's funny without that, too!"
"Sure, Ben, sure."
"So?"
"So..."
"Are you anxious about your boobs?"
"I don't think so."
"That's nice."
"Yeah, it's nice."
"Why are you laughing?"
"Because you still have that same straight face."
"Better?"
"You're just forcing it now..."
"Better?"
"Just..., shut up."
"Linda?"
"Yeah."
"Can I talk again?"
"Maybe."
"I'd really want to know."
"Or you could just kiss me again."
"What if I didn't until you told me?"
"Then I'd be mad and ignore you for weeks."
"Hey..."
"Too early?"
"No."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
"No, stay there."
"What?"
"Did you just bite my lip?"
"Did it hurt?"
"Yes?"
"Sorry."
"Do it again."
"You do it..."
"I..."
"Do..."
"I really..."
"What?"
"Kiss me."
"What did you...?"
"I really love..."
"What...?"
"Kiss..."
"Linda...?"
"I really love your face."
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What do the stars feel when they look at Us?
Teen FictionBen starts to care. About you. About people. About his girlfriend. About feelings and being a person. Growing up. But it's difficult. Seemingly, especially, for him. And he's failing. Miserably. So he's starting to look for answers in the stars. Mos...
