It was a warm Thursday afternoon when I locked eyes with him.
He was a cute six year old with brown shaggy hair and grey eyes that could make your heart race.
I didn't really know what to say. I just pointed to my doll and then at his remote control monster truck.
He gleamed with happiness before grabbing my cold hand with his soft warm one. I get the shivers thinking about it
Dragging me behind him, he chattered away about what he had for breakfast that morning. I laughed when he said that his dog took his EGGO away.
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The Radical Story of Two Teenage Losers
Teen FictionFirst he was born. Then I came out my mother. We met on the playground. Me, 4 and him, 6. We rode bikes, told stories, joked around. Then I was 13 and he asked me out. Our first kiss was under the maple tree down by the river bottom. But I'm not go...
