"Isn't nice that Doug and Catalina got this Еда for everyone, Trent?" Lindsay asked before shoving a Шоколад chip cookie in her mouth. I nodded and laughed to myself. She always got almost everyone's name wrong, but she remembered mine alot еще now. I picked up the секунда to last cookie on the plate. "So, Trent, why aren't Ты sitting with Gretta? Ты like her right?" Lindsay mumbled through a mouthful of cookie. I glanced over at Gwen; she was sitting with her "girlfriends" Bridgette and LeShawna. I glanced back at Lindsay as she was waiting for my answer. Sighing, I replied, "Yeah, but in a different way." The blonde in front of me became curious, "What do Ты mean?" I took in a deep breath, and began to toy with a string hanging off my shoe, "She's my friend, and she's cute and everything, but I like another girl." "Oh, I gotcha! Lindsay exclaimed while giving me an over-exaggerated wink. I laughed, she giggled. Her giggle was so cute, laight, and airy; like a little girls. I reached out for the last cookie, she did too. An we had the quick akward moment of our hands touching. I hesitatly pulled my hand back, "Linds, Ты can have the last one." I looked up at her face, and she had a light blush painted across her cheeks. Bashfully she pushed the plate torwards me, "You reached for it first Trent, Ты can have it." I reached for the cookie and трещина, сплит it in half, "Here, Ты can have the bigger half." She took the half out of my hand. She thanked me and ate the half in one huge bite. We sat in silence for awhile before Owen asked us about his suspected "Jungle Rot". Disgusted, Lindsay ran out of the кабина in a huff, and to the Gopher кабина porch.
I went after her. Why? Why was I going after her? I could've stayed; there were tons of people that I could talk to in there. Owen, Geoff, Duncan, или even Gwen. But, I guess Lindsay was the only one I wanted to talk to. She was just so easy to talk to, a great listener. When I got outside the кабина I saw Lindsay sitting on the steps, her legs pulled up to her chest. I sat Далее to her. "You okay?" I asked qhile lightly putting my hand on her shoulder. She quickly tensed up, and she relaxed. She turned torwards me, "Oh, yeah! I just don't like looking at people's feet," she let out an uncomfortable laugh and muttered, "especially my own." I laughed, "There's nothing wrong with your feet." She gave me an annoyed look, "You havn't seem 'em." I smirked. "Well, let me see them." I сказал(-а) while pulling at one of her cowboy boots. She began to giggle and playfully resist, "No, Trent! Stop!" I pulled one boot off successfully, and I saw Lindsay's foot. From the way she was talking about her feet, I expected a huge, calloused, bunion covered, mess of a foot. But her feet were fine, they were a little large for her height, but they couldn't be bigger than a size nine, and her toes were perfectly paintedwith red nail polish. "See, Trent, I told Ты they were ugly!" She crossed her arms, and scrunched her nose. I smiled at her. "Lindsay, Ты have adorable, bubbly toes." I сказал(-а) quoting the Jack Johnson song. I began to slightly tickle bottom of her foot, causing her to go into one of her giggling fits. "Trent, stop! I might pee on myself!" Lindsay wailed. I stopped, not wanting the blonde to urinate on herself. Lindsay finally calmed down some, and we sat in silence for a few minutes. I began to gaze at Lindsay from the corner of my eye. I wish she wasn't taken, because I would be all over her. She's such a free spirit; whenever I talk to her it makes me feel like we are the only people in the world. I've never had that feeling, not with the girls back home, или with Gwen. I loved that feeling. breaking the comfortable silence, Liindsay asked me a perplexing question. "Trent, what don't Ты like about yourself?" Wow, I've never thought about that. I mean, I like myself; but I guess everyone has one thing they don't like about themselves. Hmm..... I couldn't think of anything, but, "My chin, I hate this little cleft in my chin." I сказал(-а) while rubbing my chin, and the slight stubble that was there. Note to self; shave. Lindsay smirked. "Trent, there's absolutely nothing wrong with your chin." She grasped my chin with her smoothed, manicured hands. She gave me a soft smile, and began to caress my chin. And like something out of a movie, she began to slowly tilt her head to the right. In a movie fashion, I did the same. Then suddenly our lips met, and it was-
"Lindsiot! What are Ты doing?"
"Trent! How could you?!"
Link to part 3 of the real story: link
I went after her. Why? Why was I going after her? I could've stayed; there were tons of people that I could talk to in there. Owen, Geoff, Duncan, или even Gwen. But, I guess Lindsay was the only one I wanted to talk to. She was just so easy to talk to, a great listener. When I got outside the кабина I saw Lindsay sitting on the steps, her legs pulled up to her chest. I sat Далее to her. "You okay?" I asked qhile lightly putting my hand on her shoulder. She quickly tensed up, and she relaxed. She turned torwards me, "Oh, yeah! I just don't like looking at people's feet," she let out an uncomfortable laugh and muttered, "especially my own." I laughed, "There's nothing wrong with your feet." She gave me an annoyed look, "You havn't seem 'em." I smirked. "Well, let me see them." I сказал(-а) while pulling at one of her cowboy boots. She began to giggle and playfully resist, "No, Trent! Stop!" I pulled one boot off successfully, and I saw Lindsay's foot. From the way she was talking about her feet, I expected a huge, calloused, bunion covered, mess of a foot. But her feet were fine, they were a little large for her height, but they couldn't be bigger than a size nine, and her toes were perfectly paintedwith red nail polish. "See, Trent, I told Ты they were ugly!" She crossed her arms, and scrunched her nose. I smiled at her. "Lindsay, Ты have adorable, bubbly toes." I сказал(-а) quoting the Jack Johnson song. I began to slightly tickle bottom of her foot, causing her to go into one of her giggling fits. "Trent, stop! I might pee on myself!" Lindsay wailed. I stopped, not wanting the blonde to urinate on herself. Lindsay finally calmed down some, and we sat in silence for a few minutes. I began to gaze at Lindsay from the corner of my eye. I wish she wasn't taken, because I would be all over her. She's such a free spirit; whenever I talk to her it makes me feel like we are the only people in the world. I've never had that feeling, not with the girls back home, или with Gwen. I loved that feeling. breaking the comfortable silence, Liindsay asked me a perplexing question. "Trent, what don't Ты like about yourself?" Wow, I've never thought about that. I mean, I like myself; but I guess everyone has one thing they don't like about themselves. Hmm..... I couldn't think of anything, but, "My chin, I hate this little cleft in my chin." I сказал(-а) while rubbing my chin, and the slight stubble that was there. Note to self; shave. Lindsay smirked. "Trent, there's absolutely nothing wrong with your chin." She grasped my chin with her smoothed, manicured hands. She gave me a soft smile, and began to caress my chin. And like something out of a movie, she began to slowly tilt her head to the right. In a movie fashion, I did the same. Then suddenly our lips met, and it was-
"Lindsiot! What are Ты doing?"
"Trent! How could you?!"
Link to part 3 of the real story: link