*he had the mental picture of them snuggling for warmth flash through his head. like on the bean bag. his arms around her, and her head resting on his shoulder like when she fell asleep on his birthday. that made his face turn a deeper shade of purple but he pushed it away, hopefully*
t-the only problem with spring for me is the bees. i don’t trust them at all.
“Really? But they don’t really bug you unless you bug them first. Plus they produce honey, one of the yummiest foods ever. Did you have a bad experience with them or something?”
Roxy had now calmed down a bit, no longer tugging as she sniffed the ground but Katelynn’s hand remained in his, forgotten. They must have looked like a couple walking together – hand in hand.
bees seem to see me and think ‘oh hey a flower lets go land on him’. no matter what. *he laughs weakly, and shakes his head* that, and i’m allergic to their sting. found that out when i was ten. not nice.. *he’d swollen up like anything, and his parents had rushed him to a doctor*
Jack Maple 