I'd gotten back at around 2:00 in the morning. It was still dark, but the sky was an oceany blue instead of a shadowy navy color. I felt warm and secure as I slipped into my sleeping bag. I couldn't stop touching my lips. When Amanda hugged me, I couldn't stop touching my shoulder blades. That was her spot. Now I couldn't stop touching my lips. That was Becka's spot. Her spot only. I wondered if she felt the same way as I did. I wonder if she touched her cheeks just to remember the warmth of my hands there. I smiled at the thought of our conversation before we retired for the night. "Girlfriend." I whispered into the night. Such a nice label to give to someone. "You're my girlfriend." She'd said to me. Buttierflies possesed my body as I remembered my response."You're mine."
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Girlfriend
Teen FictionThis summer, Ellie went to camp, thinking it was only her against the world. She came back thinking something else, though.
