Jesse"s POV
I love Caleb. That's the only thing I'm thinking. I need to tell him. I must tell him. He needs to know. He does know. Will he remember when I'm gone?
Dying feels weird, I'm insanly comfortable. I only think of Caleb. It's everything we could have been, would have been. We are dancing on the dock with a big lake all around us. they're fireworks going off. It's a sea of colors. One after another making loud popping noises. Pop. Pop. Pop. We are in the forest laughing. I'm running away and he's trying to catch me. When he does, we both fall on the soft green grass. He kisses me and I kiss back. He says he loves me, and I say it too. We're in the car, driving to the store. We're singing a Blink 182 song, and laughing cause we actually know the words. I grab his hand and our hands mold together perfectly. We're in my room, Caleb's sleeping and I'm looking at him, staring at his definded jawline, long eyelashes, sculpted cheek bones. his firm nose, the stubble growing on his chin. To me he is perfect. Am I the same to him? Now it's like a race, I'm running as fast as I can too him, he's walking away, I want too hug him and kiss him I want to love him, grow old with him. I'm running faster and faster. It's all white. I love Caleb Clark.
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Pretty Boy
Teen FictionI don't have Jesse's smile stuck in my head, and I sure as hell do not need daniel reminding me of it.
