I turned around and slowly walked towards him, trying my best to suppress my giggles at his torn pants and soiled shirt but failing miserably. I took a seat next to him on the dirt as he shyly showed me his scraped up hands. Of course, only a kiss could make them better. After I obliged, he returned the favor.
My job doesn't really require a lot of thinking, so I have a lot of time to daydream. I've been working on a story and that takes up a lot of my thoughts. I'm so sick of work and Houston and I want to go to my brand new beautiful house in College Station. This is probably the worst summer ever. No camp. No UM ARMY. No mystery trip. Not a whole lot of friend hanging outness. Bleh. It's time for school to start!