You and Trent were sitting at the dock, your feet in the water as you talked, Leaning on him. ”You know, i really like you.” He says with a goofy smile, looking a little nervous.

”Its like an insult to like me.. I really don’t want your pity Trent.” You say, not believing a word he says, arms crossed over your stomach from habit.

”Are you kidding? Nothings wrong with you! You’re perfect!” He says, seeming utterly confused as he pulls your arms away smiles.