You helped me off of your shoulders looking into my eyes. "I'm sorry" you say softly, the boy leans down kissing you softy. His lips were soft and smooth they tasted like mint chap-stick and salt. He pulls away smiling "If you dont mind me asking..." you look at him "Its a yes..'' you write your number on a slip of paper: Ash Davis: 921-777-246 (Not my real number) and put it against his chest. "I was gonna ask if you wanted to see a movie tonight...The Fairmont is playing Horror films all night and I need someone to protect me" he says laughing. You giggle "I think I might have to be your knight in shining Stilettos." He looks away "Well Ill call you...Meet me there at eight?" "Sure"
