Lewis didn't have many friends, outside from school--which was still only 2 -- and from his family. His huge family. But, he had you. Due to his repuation in your small town, many people didn't like him, but there was you. You didn't blend among the whispers on his grandfather or father, nor did you hang out with that-- God forsaken kieren's. You were hanging out, with him. Church boy or whatever those among his peers at school adored calling him.

At the moment, he and you sat at some park the sleepy town had to offer. His eyes focused on a brown hard covered book. Probably a fancy old 'classic' from the late 18 -- something. While your head laid on his shoulder. A sigh from his lips left, as he gazed on to you. Did you know you were amazing? he loved you...probably more than he should for a bestfriend.