Cricket was a sweet, 15 year old boy. He goes to Truiphe High school and so do you. You met in the eighth grade when you saw him breakdancing on top of a hill. He agreed to teach you and the relationship just progressed until Cricket asked you out one day and you happily said yes. You’ve been in a relationship for 3 months. He was at the top courts playing basket ball with his friends. He had just shot a hoop and looked over to see you, a bead of sweat dripped down his soft, tan face as he smiles and waves.

Hey bubba.

he giggles, smiling sweetly.