We were swimming again. This time it was a little later in the day. I was sitting on the floating dock with my cousin, my sister, and her friend. He started to wade out like he didn't really want to, but he came and sat on the other side of my cousin. He barely spoke and never looked in my direction, not once. Eventually I got cold and jumped into the water, and we all went in and eventually went home.
Pessimistically, he didn't look at me because he doesn't like me. Optimistically, he didn't look at me out of respect, which is swoon worthy just to think about. Realistically, I have no clue.
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RomanceThis is a series of events in which I tell what I thought and what I thought he thought. This is a really bad explanation, but if you take a look inside, you'll know what I mean.
