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I walk down the street, today I see a boy infront of me in green. I realize it's Tom, before I can act on anything I hear footsteps behind me. I quickly turn around to see Bill running to me. I was confused, where did he live?  He puts his arm around my shoulders as he greets me. "Hi Lena. Nice to see you so early." He gives me a friendly smile, letting me respond.

"Hi Bill its nice to see you too, but where do you live? You're so close to my house." He smiles taking his arm off my shoulders and walking backwards. He points up the street to a house. "I live in the yellow house, see it?" I search finally seeing it.

"Oh wow, okay!" I say excitedly, now I know I won't have to go far for the projects. He turns around again, turning his focus back to me. He looks down upon me, analyzing my features. I feel my heart begin to race as his eyes admire me. "I don't want to be weird but you're pretty, I just now realized." I smile wide, nobody tells me this.

"Aw thank you Bill, that's very nice of you." He pulls me into a side hug as we walk, making me feel comfortable. One thing I'm noticing very quickly is that Bill is very polite, overkind, and thoughtful. He's picky too, and he's very smart. He has a rapsy type voice, and he's super tall. He towers over me completely. But you know, I don't mind. I feel safer with him just because he's already protecting me and he's tall.

----------------------------Time skip, after school--------------------------

Bill, Tom and I walked back to their house for the projects. Bill was on my left. I already told my parents where I was going to be, and they gave me permission to stay until 10 PM. As we walked up the hill, I begin to get tired. I've never walked this far up this hill before, and it was already very steep.

I begin to slow down, dragging behind Bill, Tom was ahead of us both. Bill notices me getting tired and stops to wait for me. As I catch up, he walks at my pace. "Are you alright Lena? You look tired." I look up at him, the sun shining yellowish orange on his face. I notice his eye color, its a maple brown and it's gorgeous. Suddenly I feel nervous again, but quickly correct myself.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I lied to him, but it didn't work. He could see right through my fib. "No you're not, do you want me to carry you?" I look up to him in shock. "Are you sure? I mean, I'm kind of heavy." He scoffs. "I'm pretty strong even though I look like tiny." I laugh. "Alright, thank you."

He picks me up, holding me tight. "I have to hold you from below, is that okay?" Consent, I haven't experienced consent in forever. "Yeah it's okay." He holds my butt, his other hand on my back keeping me against him. I look at the street below us, everything was pretty right now.

I feel relaxed now, my arms around his neck, my legs wrapped around his torso that seems to go forever. I feel his breathing, it's somewhat calm and his heartbeat is normal, only a bit faster. His hold is tight but comfortable. He's quickly becoming my comfort person, he makes me feel really appreciated.

I enjoy his company, he's very welcoming and never quick to judge. He's open to ideas, even if they aren't something he thought of. We arrive at his house but he continued carrying me. "Bill it's alright, I can get off if you need." I feel him shake his head. "No I insist, our parents are never home anyways you have nothing to worry about."

He takes us to the second level into their room. Tom rolls his eyes with a smirk. "Jesus christ we just met her yesterday, quit loving on her already." Tom says, teasing Bill. Tom is so different when he's not in school, I was right. Bill laughs at him.

"Says you." I can't help but laugh, as I was a victim of Tom's 'charm'. I sit down on Bill's bed next to him. We sit in silence before Tom speaks for us. "Do we really want to do the projects?" Tom looks for an answer between us. We both shake our heads no. "Cool, you want to invite Georg and Gustav and we go to the park?" Tom says, sitting back on his bed.

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