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“This is such a pretty garden!” Brian Said as he lightly touched the cherry tree. “Thanks, I got bored one day and decided to make a garden.”. I invited hin over today cause I wanted to go on a date but do something more casual. “Well, you did really good for your first time. I love it.” he said. “Thanks.” I said awkwardly, “sorry for not talking much, Im an awkward peice of trash.”. He looked over at me and hugged me, “your fine. At least your huggable. Like a fluffy teddy bear.” he said, making me blush.
Afterwards, I felt like actually going out to eat and doing something fun. “What do you wanna do?” I asked him. “I dont know, we could go and order something and go swimming at the spring.” he suggested. “You literally complete me.” I said as I fell on the couch. “Ima order it online so we can just pick it up.
*im not good at filler at alllllll so im adding a time skip to the spring*
We got there with a box of pepperoni pizza, cuz im plain as fuck. It was a sulfur spring, so it smelled like boiled eggs, and most people hate it, but I enjoyed it. It clears up my excessive amount of acne, and its nice in the winter and fall. I did a little twirl on the sidewalk, “love this place.” . he chuckled, and I swear thats one of my favorite noises.
Wonder what his moans sound like?
“I do too. Ive been going since i was seven. I feel like this is such a cute date.” he said as I laid a blanket on the ground. He was right, eating pizza and drinking pepsi by a spring and a flowing river with the hottest boy thats ever noticed me. I feel like this is a dream. I felt like…
Like I didnt deserve this.
“So what do you like to do ken?” he asked me, right when i stuck a peice of pizza in my mouth. “Oh, you’ve seen it all. The clothes I wear, most of them I make. Youve been to my bookings, and you saw the garden today. Thats my hobbies. But what about you?” I asked him.
“Well i love working on old, antique things. Like record players, cars, clocks, fans. Stuff like that. It intrigues me.” he said staring at the spring. “You ready to jump in that?” I asked him, taking off my flowy, night gown looking dress. I dont really have any girly swimming trunks, so i was just wearing short shorts.
I ran over to the spring and jumped, smacking the freezing cold water, and sending myself into a short shock. “AAAH! TOO COLD!” I yelled as I stuck my head out of the water, immediately jumping out onto the concrete surrounding the pool spring. Brian chuckled as he took off his shirt and slowly descended into the water, dissapering under the turquoise liquid. He suddenly stuck his head out of the water softly, right between my legs.
“What are those?” he said pointing at my thighs. There were two deep, heart shaped scars, one for each thigh. “Scars.” I told him in a monotone pitch, hoping he would change the topic. “Why?” he asked. “Its a long story.” I told him, getting annoyed. “I would listen to you and your stories for years, and I plan on it. Now tell me why.” he said. He was so heartwarming, how could I not. “Well fine. Ill tell you…
When I was in 8th grade, I liked this boy. The boy’s name was jason, and I ended up obsessing over him. When I told him I liked him, he cussed me out, saying that he would never love me and that if I ever tried to do something like ask him out he would murder me. So I went home, and cried. I cried and cried and cried. I got iin the shower because I had ran out of tears and the shower is my safe space. And it just so happened that there was a industrial razor lying right on the toilet. The reason, ill never know. But I got in the shower, and cut two hearts in my thighs, deep enough to hit an artery. I ended up almost bleeding to death, but they found me, took me to the hospital, and sew it up.
And thats the remainder of it.” I ended my story. I expected him to say that was stupid, or im a freak, or why couldnt I have just gotten over it, or that they were ugly. But he didnt. He just said four words.
“I think their beautiful.”
I really do belong with this boy. I slid back into the pool and into his arms, and clung tight. “Thank you. Thank you for understanding.
I really do love you…”
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