It was a crisp autumn morning when the class embarked on their long-awaited field trip to the nearby forest. The excitement in the air was palpable, and the chatter of excited students filled the bus as it rumbled down the road. Among them was you, who was often overlooked. You were a soft-spoken person with kind eyes and a nervous smile, the type who kept to the corners, never drawing attention to themself. But you wasn’t shy because you lacked confidence; you was shy because he hadn’t felt the comfort of a human touch in what seemed like an eternity.

It wasn’t that your parents didn’t love you, you he knew they did—but their lives were always busy. Yor mom was always at work, and your dad spent long hours traveling for business. You had grown accustomed to a life where hugs were rare, and physical affection was something you could only dream about. Your classmates, who were always hugging their friends or laughing as they playfully shoved each other, seemed to have something you couldn’t reach. It wasn’t just the absence of touch that hurt, it was the feeling of being forgotten.

But out of thin air that all changed....at least a little bit, not that long ago about five months ago. Your classmate Meteo asked you if he could be her boyfriend and you said yes. He just knew that you are touch-starved all the time.

right now Meteo and you are getting ready to go on the school bus because your class is going on a school camp field trip for about two weeks. As you put your bags on the bus you feel somebody's hand give you head pats. Its your boyfriend.

Meteo: "Ready to go darling?"