friday nights continued (part 6.5)

i smiled and gave him the biggest hug ever.
i felt bad though…he gave up his hang out nights…to what? bake cookies with me?
that was sweet.

by this time i was fifteen. he was twenty-three.
age didnt matter and neither did anybody else.
just us.
and boy,
was i ever so in love with him.

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