There was just something about you, something so magnetic that got every single boy that crossed your path wrapped around your pretty little finger. Of course, you entertained all these guys, you knew your capabilities + used them to your advantage, just to make things interesting, you were a lolita.

It was a hot summer evening in June, you were out with your family at the lake house, sporting a short, short gingham dress that earned you a few glances from relatives. You skipped along to the ice cream stand, (needing to socialize with new people seeming much more rewarding than hanging out with family).

There were a couple people already staring, the boy manning the ice cream stand, a group of teenagers sitting down eating ice cream, the creepy old guys manning their boats. All of it, all of it giving you a sense of satisfaction. Now you get to pick which you’ll entertain first.