Standing By (Avi Kaplan fan fic)

Thirty two

I pulled mine an Avi's towels over my shoulder and pulled on a large shirt over my bathing suit, and my jean shorts. Avi walked out of the bathroom with some plane green swim shorts on and a gray shirt. His beanie was left in the bathroom, letting his shoulder length hair to fall from his ears, which he tucked behind them. I smiled at his new stile. It making him seem handsomer and older, especially when they were in the sing off. He reminded me of a baby. I smiled at the thought as Avi looked me over. "Not swimming?" He asks. His voice sounded disappointed. I smiled and tugged at my shirt. "I have my bathing suit on under this." I say quietly. I'm not really fond of my body, how it is shaped. wide hips and large behind. My stomach flat, but not slick with abs muscle. My chest medium sized, perfect size for me. But for Avi. I want to satisfy him, I want him to look at me with a list full glare that only he can give. Only him. But I'm afraid I might not be able to give that to him. I looked down at my feet, digging my toes into the carpet out of habit. Avi noticed my change in demeanor an moved closer to me. He place his hands on my hips and I cringed slightly. "What's wrong?" He asks, his face showing deep concern. I looked away. Not wanting to say anything out of embracement of what he would think. I felt a soft hand touch my chin. Bringing my eyes up to his. "What is it?"

I looked up to him. "What are you thinking?" He asks softly. My eyes wonder to my body again. "I hate my form." He looked at me in confusion, tilting his head. "I hate my body, Avi." Avi's eyes spread wide as he looked over me, making me want to hide myself. Turn invisible. Avi's hands slid down my waist and over my stomach, then snacking there way to my behind. The contact made me suck in a shaky breath as his fingers scaled over my body. But avoiding my chest and private area all together out of respect. He leaned close to my ear. His beard scraping over my skin. "If it makes you feel better. I don't like my body at times. But I crave yours my dear." I almost yelled at him in protest. From his constant work outs, he has lost a lot of weight. Especially around his stomach area. He doesn't have rock hard abs, but I can tell by just looking over his thin shirt that it's not baby fat. His legs, arms, and his shoulders are laced with muscle, along with his back. Every time he squares them I want to run my fingers over them, relishing the idea of healing his muscles glide under his skin.

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I lead the crew into the woods and down the winding areas that my memory only could recall. It still reminded me of my childhood as I wound ten through the woods. The large trees reminding me of climbing. I came to the cliff that lead to our destination and began to search for a way past. Quickly my feet carried me to a tree that hade wound it's way up the cliff. My left foot found the first notch and then I was gliding up the tree with ease. "Why are we climbing a tree?" Scott calls. I look down to him and smile. "You want to get the the lake right?"

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My eyes glazed over the clear surface of the water and I smiled as I saw a brown speck swimming about. A bark surfaced in the air and the large brown lab came running to me. "Hey, Mochas." I say and bent down to pet my friend. He lives up the road, but always seamed to be here when I turned 18. And me and him forged a good friendship.

An thus, our day began.