"131." Luke says.
"132."
"133"
"Babe, im tired. Can we go back to your house?" I turn over to him where hes laying next to me on the blanket.
"Sure babygirl." He says and picks me up, bridal style.
I giggle as he carries me back to his house, which is only a few seconds aways beings we were in his backyard.
That whole summer that's all we ever did , was count stars. I smiled slightly at the memory before snapping back to reality. I was sitting at lunch with my bestfriends,
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Counting Stars.
Teen FictionGrowing up, they never tell you about High School.. Or what really happens anyway. They dont warn you about peer pressure, or mean girls. Or your bestfriends hot stoner brother. Or gorgeous football players who tell you exactly what you want to hear...
