so there i was, fifteen, naive and lost to the world but with a new understanding of humanity. it was like i had found the answer to EVERYTHING. the one thing that made everything seem beautiful. still though, you must remember, very few words had been spoken between us. i had only talked to him properly once throughout that week of camp. the conversation was about the large penis that my friend had drawn on my face with permanent marker. there were no showers at this camp, and therefore the penis had managed to stay put for seven days.
camp finished, the year was over. i was in love, but to him, i was just 'dick-head'.
the next year, we didn't speak. one time, my friend brought up the fact that her friend lauren could crump better than anybody else. puppy said he didn't know who this 'lauren' was. that was slightly fucking ridiculously upsetting but WHATEVS. anyhow, at the end of the year whilst he was dating this girl whom i swear is the sweetest most socially awkward person on the earth, he came to a party which i was at. being a classy sixteen year old, i was drunk off my rocket. he however, being the good cunt he was and having a bicycle race coming up, was sober. although i cannot clearly remember that night, i am pretty sure i made a fool of myself. but that's okay, he learnt my name which made me pretty ecstatic. yeah it did.
to be continued...
x. lauren.
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