This lagoon is the best place to relax and think. Its absolutely gorgeous. Here I'm so inspired and happy. Next time i'll take my notebook and snacks with me. It is starting too get dark and I might have to go back to our villa, but I don't want to really.
Before I leave I take couple oranges to mom. She like citron fruits especially oranges. Oranges here are so fresh, sweet and juicy. I put the oranges into my pockets. Now I kinda look funny cause I have two random bumps on my leg. Like huge rugby player thighs.
I was walking past the grocery store and saw a boy enjoying his ice cream. Boy maybe at my age just staring at me. Curly brown almost black hair, white tank top and a strict severe look on his face.
He just keeps glaring me. What a weirdo! What is his problem like stop looking at me. I look like a normal white boy why do you stair? I get so weirded out I start running.
"Mom! I'm back and I brought you some fresh oranges!" I yell and loudly slam the door again. Shit... I hope Tyde is not napping cause I have no idea what time is it. I see mom walking to the kitchen. "Troye bring those here with the apples and grapes" she whispers. "Why so late my child?" I notice the beautiful flowers in the vase. Well done Sage.
"Huh? What time is it?" I ask. "It's 10pm Troye! Even dad came earlier from the first meeting" mom looked at me angrily. "Sorry mom... but I brought you oranges."
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The Summer 1981 - tracob
RomanceThe Summer 1981, in Portugal was the time of this little mans life. The reddish waves of loving, warm attempting water, poetry in the sunset with the lionhearted boy. Beautiful story about caring, hate and giving.
