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- 11 years ago -

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- 11 years ago -

"Hi," I wave at the blond boy in front of me. My name's Reese," I say, a huge smile spreading across my face.

He doesn't reply to me, he looks down at the floor, his cheeks turning very pink. I love pink, it's my favorite color. "Your hair looks soft," I whisper, furrowing my brows.

He slowly smiles, two dimples stay planted on his cheeks. I giggle, reaching out to poke one. "I love that."

He turns his head around to look at me. "My dad says they're gross," he says quietly, playing with his fingers— like he's scared.

"So?" I roll my eyes. "I love them."

"Thank you." His voice is very quiet, but I don't know why. "I'm Rowan."

A few days later,

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A few days later,

"Would you ever get a tattoo?" Reese asks, sitting down on the grass. She's very pretty. I don't think I have ever seen someone like her.

"Maybe," I shrug. "like a butterfly," I say, kicking the football around the grass.

"Why butterfly?" She asks curiously. She tends to ask a lot of stuff, but it's okay, I like her.

I don't like to talk except when I'm with her. She's different. I really like her.

I walk towards Reese, standing in front of her. "They remind me of you," I say softly.

She scrunches her brows in confusion. "Me?" A laugh escapes her. "How come?"

"I don't know," I whisper shyly, feeling my cheeks heat up.

"I like you, butterfly." I mutter quietly, looking down at her. My dad told me I'm not allowed to be nice to girls— but I don't like how he thinks.

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