"What's that mean?" He said leaving his mouth slightly open. "Something like, accidental luck. Like a fluke thing that turns out good or some shit like that." I whispered looking into his eyes. His eyes widened, "Woah, do your parents smoke pot?" I kinda laughed picking up another pebble and tossing it. "I don't know," I said, "what's your name?" He looked over his right shoulder, down at the ground, then back to me. "Dinger." He whispered with a cute grin. I laughed, "And you asked me if my parents smoked pot?" We both laughed. It was silent for a minute so I picked up another rock and threw it. "You're throwing that wrong." He said in almost a flirty tone. "Oh yea?" I said raising an eyebrow. "Mhmm." He said nodding his head, "You gotta stand up and put your hips into it." I smirked, "You just wanna check out out my butt when I stand up." He put both of his hands over his chest, "Ah, uh, ow, I'm hurt! I can't believe you would think that!" We both laughed. He winked and stood up, "See, look. Like this." He said picking up a rock. He threw it and it skipped multiple times. I picked up another and stood up. Dinger came behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist. He put the other on my hand. He pushed himself close against me. "The trick is to kinda throw it like a frisbee." He pulled in my throwing arm toward my body and slowly slid his other hand across my stomach. He then lunged our arms forward. I let go of the rock and it skipped. He held me in this position for a second, "See," he whispered in my ear, "just like that." I had a weird feeling in my stomach I had never experienced before. It scared me so I separated myself from him. "I... Uh... I... I... Should go. I'll... Uh... See ya around Dinger." I ran off toward my cabin.
