I remember our first date. We went roller skating. His idea.
Before we happened, he liked another girl. I told him to take her roller skating. It's the perfect excuse to hold someone's hand.
And he did. He held mine tight and didn't let go.
It was wonderful. The arena was slightly dirty and filled with small children. Neon colors filling every corner of the room and outdated pop songs blaring in the background.
He was all I focused on though. His hand holding mine. His feet in time with me.
He didn't know how to skate. I taught him. I only had to tell him once to hold my hand. He didn't let go after that.
We go skating regularly now and even though he's since learned how to, he still refuses to let go of my hand.
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It Just Happened
Teen FictionWe were never meant to be; It just happened. This is my work so please don't plagiarize. Anything in this book that seems like a replication of your work is purely coincidental.
