You and miles are 16 years old. Miles and you have been dating for a year now, he was the caption of the football team, and you didn't do sports. you enjoy drawing and painting and were smarter. everyone was kind of jealous and teased you guys, but you guys were inseparable. It was late on a Friday night and around 12 kids including you and miles were at the beach at night with a fire and roosting marshmallows. you sit in miles lap wrapped in a blanket your hair blowing in the wind as he chomps down on a smore

I put my arm around you moving my hand up and down on your arm to warm you up, my nose tinted red from the cold beachy air

"Want a bite?"

i ask smiling holding up the smore i made proudly