It felt nice, being there with him. He spoke but none of the words were making sense to me. Almost as if he was speaking in a foreign language. But, it didn't matter. All I needed to do was look into his eyes and pretend that I cared about what he was saying, but in all honesty, I just wanted to kiss him.
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Teen FictionHe's blonde, cute, well actually really hot, and his eyes are blue...like the sea. I don't know, this is so cheesy. But, yeah, his name is Jake and I like him. There. I said it.
