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TAYLOR
nine years ago

the thing about me is that I have never had the choice to do anything.

That's not my parents being controlling over me because I can't blame them, because I don't have parents. I am currently in a foster shelter waiting to be chosen to have the family that I get told I deserve.

"Aww your so cute, not cute for me but you do deserve a good family sweetheart." Those words echo in my ears as over a thousand couples walk past me forcing a smile.

I had no one for years until that day. Wednesday the twenty ninth of May, the minute he walked in he locked his eyes with me showing me his white teeth that almost looked fake but he almost looked like he had not been taken into the shelter he looked like he was dumped here. His clothes having rips up and down, his hair having dust coving the top making his brown hair almost looking dark blonde.

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"Your turn." The girl next to me pins me with a look. I didn't know her name but it was something that started with a... N, but that's all I remembered and Patrick the boy that sits opposite from her.

Taking the glass coke bottle in my right hand making a grip, pulling it back and pushing it forward letting my hand drop down to side of my right leg with it crossed over my left leg.

Following the bottle that dances across the floor with my gaze, the same floor that has all the beds on of all the children at this foster home.

Slow
Slower
Slow-errrr
Stop
Still

Triston Haynes

Biting my bottom lip and widening my eyes. Fuck?
Oh fuck, my first kiss is about to happen right now.
"You too outside" the girl says that still sits at my side pointing at me and Triston then pointing to the exit door.

"Alright then" Triston finally observing that the silence had gotten louder. Pushing up from the floor with both of his hands, jumping to his feet. Looking up at him as he walks towards me in his normal awkward way, leaning his hand out so he could help me up from the floor but instead of 'letting a man be a man' I brushed his hands away. Him holding both of his hands behind him. Getting up from my feet and pushing the ground to catch my balance.

"I can do stuff myself I don't need a man at my side." I explained in a soft voice whist walking past him, making no eye contact.

Feeling the wind from the twilight sky swim across my face making my two messy plaits blow from my shoulder to behind me shoulders. Feeling Triston's presents as he follows me from behind. Walking away from the shelter as I make my way behind the play area and circling behind the bush that is almost a hedge but way smaller then a real hedge would be.

"So?" I hear Triston's voice appear more as he comes from the opposite side of the bush meeting me in the middle. "Well I got you for my bottle spin so I guess we have to... make out." I gawky with my eye set on his mid sized lips. Now sitting now on the orange coat that was put here by all the other kids, the adults don't know about it because it's for the teenagers. it's called 'the make out spot'.

Both of us moving closer on the leather coach making it squeak. Feeling has he rests his hand on my inner thigh making my lips go dry and my breath suddenly start to get heavier. Brushing my hand up to his forehead pushing his hair away has he catches my hands in his grip. His lips meet mine as he bites my bottom lip, pushing away with both of my hands now pushing against his pecs. "This is just a kiss kinda thing, just spin the bottle." I say looking into his eyes my bottom lip now being wet.

"You will never just be a dare for me Peach." He saying with his seductive smirk growing bigger up his face. Pulling my lips back his, "your just perfect everything about you Tay." He mutters with his lips still pressed against mine.

"Alright we should really get going" I rely, getting up from the coach and losing his grip that was fastened around my waist "we have been way longer then five minutes." I continue now starting to turnaround. Feeling his hand grab mine making me jolt forward. "I want to treat you better then anyone else ever has. 'I want to be the reason you glow when you smile. 'I want to be all you need." He projects. "Huh?" I responded out of confusion, "I got told everyday from my mom that no one would never love me including her, and I really like you so I am not wasting anytime I am telling you how I feel. That kiss was not just a kiss and you know that Peach."

My face starting to heat up. Now the sky being pitch black without me even realising I was to focused on...

"That was not just a kiss and you know that Peach."

"That was not just a kiss and you know that Peach."

Oh fuck

Fucking Triston Haynes.

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