Hi I'm Caitlin Nelson. This story is about my life so if you are gonna send nasty/rude comments please don't read it.
I'm in love with my uncle's best friend I know it's wrong and he's 16 years older than me. But anyways, I recently visited him a couple weeks ago on a camping trip. He has a girlfriend now and she has a son.
But I think he likes me I mean he took me on a four wheeling ride instead of her. I had the best time ever. So here's how it started. I asked if I could go Chris said yes and Jess a.k.a Chris's girlfriend looked pissed.
Chris said I could ride with him. I had butterfly's in my stomach. I held held on to the four wheeler instead of Chris cause I didn't want it to seem that I had a tiny crush on him. My uncle, aunt, and Chris's dad went with us.
Chris's dad was leading. Chris stopped the four wheeler a street across from where we were to see if my uncle was coming we saw them then Chris pressed the gas button thingy.
I fell backwards cause I wasn't paying attention. And Chris grabbed my thigh. My heart started racing and as soon as he grabbed it he let go. So I sat back up and started to pay more attention. Kody and Emily a.k.a my uncle and aunt laughed.
So did Chris. He had a beautiful laugh.
(Fast forward)
Chris and I got stuck in the mud and I fell backwards again my aunt said I should hold on to Chris so me falling backwards didn't happen again. I hopped off so Chris could get it unstuck.
His dad pulled the four wheeler out then we stayed there for a few minutes. Then we left. I held on to Chris. He smelled good. Chris laughed when I held tighter when he was going faster.
(Back to the present)
I miss Chris badly my heart aches for him. I only spent 2 full days with him. And when it was late on Sunday night and I had to go to bed I looked at him and said goodnight he said goodnight too but when he was staring at me I felt like he was longing for me.
I must be crazy or he was drunk and I'm still crazy. But anyways I have to wait till New Years to see him!!!!! It's not fair.
And to come to think of it I've hated Chris up till that one Saturday. Because when I was 6 or so (I usually only remember the bad stuff from my toddler years) my dad was at Chris's parties and when we left Chris pulled me onto his lap and gave me a kiss.
It was disgusting. I remember the details so well. But that was then and Chris seemed so nice afterwards anyways. It's so stupid though now I'm longing for the New Years party to come and before the camping trip I dreaded it.
I hope I get to ride a snow machine with Chris. And till the next time my readers. I will publish the next chapter tomorrow. :)
