Its been 5 months since I've been with Bryson.
He's a lovely, smart, cute 15 year old and I love him a lot.
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Ah lunch time...
I see Bryson heading my way.
"Hey girl." He said.
"Hey, what's up?" I asked.
"Math sucked." He said.
He grabbed my stuff and extended a hand to help me up.
"I'm tried." I said slouching.
"You want me to carry you?" He suggested.
"Yes." I said.
He bends down and I jump on.
"Am I still heavy?" I asked.
"Stop saying that before I drop you." He said.
I clung tight.
"I'm not going to, I promise." He reassured me.
We got to the class we usually eat in and sat in the back.
He set me down and I kissed his cheek.
He sat down next to me and I put my legs on top of his.
"So you still coming over after school?" He asked.
"Ya." I said.
"Good." He said putting a tight grip on my thigh.
"Ouch." I said softly.
"What?" He asked.
"A little tight." I said.
"Oh, I'm really sorry." He said.
"I like it." I said.
"I like you." He said.
