You were a boy and you and Jerry Baynard got into an argument in a big field of flowers and it was dark and you were wrestling with him and you pushed him to the ground and you fell with him, you were on top of him.

You str@ngle him and you had your other hand in a fist shape as you raised it in the air, getting ready to punch him but you couldn't bring yourself to do it, Jerry didn't even move, he didn't even try to struggle in your grasp.

You hesitated so much to do it, your heart was beating fast and so you decided to leave his throat alone, removing your grasp from his throat and lowering your fist to your side.

Jerry was breathing heavily because of adrenaline and so were you but when he saw that you lowered your fist and left his throat he sat down quickly, wrapping his arms around your neck and pulled you in a forcefull kiss as if he wanted to apologize for the argument.

The kiss was sweet and incredible, it was sweet like a flower, incredible, majestic and gentle and you kissed him back with equal gentleness and you push him gently against the grass again, cupping his face softly.