He’s so different around me when we’re alone. I really like that because it makes me feel like I’m special to him, and he needs me.

As he tryed to teach me to throw a basketball right he grabed my hand to place it in the correct position.

He’s very sweet but a bit childish thats why my friend don’t get along with him. But now he acting fine. He’s acting mature.

“There thats how you hold it,”He said,”Now throw it.”

“Ok here it goes.”

I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to make I but I was wrong. I didn’t thing that it mattered where I held it.

“Good job, you made it.”

“Yeah, that helped a lot thanks.”I said smiling.

He smiled back,”No problem.”

Right now I’m just glad he’s happy again. Because when he’s happy I’m happy, and when he’s sad I’m sad.