𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝒀𝑶𝑼

𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄-chapter 3

Hazel 14yo
Dest 16yo
I just started the last year of middle school , when Dust became a pretty teen, cheeky, and mostly
fucked-up boy.

He kept going around with his new friends from his high school. the girls the boys and Felicia, I hete her.

He asked me to come to their meetings. I didn't want to see the girls with what was mine. He's mine?

"You're mine and I'm yours, remember?"  He asked me one night when he was there for me, when I fought with my mum.

"I Remember, "I replied and he wiped my tears.
He hugged me and kissed my cheek, because it's Dust, he's mine.

"Shut up," Dust barks as he fills the bag with frozen popsicles.
"They'll catch us," I say anxiously, guarding the door. "Hurry up!" I whisper quickly as I see the salesman approaching us.

"Dust Run!" I shout as the lock on the door turns.
Dust takes his feet and runs, I follow him, coming out of the back exit. Josh shouts after us' Kids! Kids! You'll pay for it! 'We laugh like crazy and runners, barely breathing.

"Do you think we've gone far enough?" I stop and ask Dust, panting.
"Enough to eat a popsicle," he says with a smile and
hands me a honey popsicle from the bag.

"Do you want ?" I bring the popsicle to his mouth and he bites it. "Hazel, it's disgusting ." He says and we both laugh.

"Says whoever's favorite taste is pistachio," I tease and stick out my tongue, like a fool.
"No." he points out and I turn my head in misunderstanding. "My favorite flavor is honey, but not as a popsicle," he says with a smile and I nod
back not really understanding his intent.

We advance to the sea, blending in with our feet. "Hazel?" Dust asks when it starts to get dark. I raise my head to him in question. 'You'll Stay my best friend forever, right? He asks, tugging at my arm, clasping our hands, looking apprehensive. "Sure," I

smile and splash water on him with my feet.
"Let's go in the water," Dust suggests, pulling his shirt over his head and exposing his stiff, sculpted belly.
"You're insane ," I say, laughing, "it's too dark," I note, it seems right that it does not matter to him.
"Stop thinking too much," he says, taking off his
pants, staying with his boxer shorts on.

I smile and take off my dress, stay with my bra and panties, slip my hand.
"You have," he begins, but I interrupt him, "I dont have boobs". "Dustin , don't u dare" I stare at him with a teasing smile.

We begin to scream with laughter.
I scream and laugh like crazy, just like him.