I wake up, the birds are chirping, the wind blowing across the clear river. It was amazing to wake up in the morning like this. In a miserable world there is still hope for it to be light in the despair of the world. There was a little pot under a non lit fire with charcoal dust all around the rock put in a circle perfectly. I go out and see one of my friends Stanley he is sweet, kind, charismatic everything you like is in him, curly hair brown eyes with soft hands that you could hold all day and not get sick of it he was so sweet and some sass to him his pink lips want to make me kiss him. His curls are subtle but there. "Maki..you're zoning out on me." I look at him softly. "Sorry, Stanley..." he responds with "It's okay, love." I look at his lips leaning in- the bell of the town rings signaling that the festival is starting. "Sorry I- Stan, you do know I love you." he leans in more, our faces inching closer as we are sitting on the river bank he kisses me. I close my eyes in his embrace. He wraps his hands around my waist and I kiss back passionately. He pulls away our eyes as we look at each other. Stanley looks at my hand where my cut was. He looked at the silk and how it wrapped around my hand. I pull my hand to my chest, hiding my hand. He grabs it and holds it with his. "I love you stanley." "I love you too." We held each other for a little longer. His touch and his feel is so addicting we kiss once again across the river bank we sit there making out we pull away after a couple of minutes. Cuddling up to Stanley I lay on his chest, his black shirt against my cheek.It's just that I love him. Why do I feel like this? I think I need him but lust is taking over but why lust? I'm sure it's going to go away even though we're 17 years old.
(So sorry for short chapters it's hard to write, but I will update this in a week or so.)
