In the evening after helping his parents with all work on the farm, the 16-year-old boy came to one of his favourite places. Near a wheat field there was a single big tree where they sometimes sat. Who are 'they' though? Well, the young boy's first crush. He saw them barely a few times, but couldn't stop thinking about them. The way they smiled just made his teenage heart beat faster every time, as his cheeks would become a gentle shade of pink.

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He rode on his favourite horse, hoping to see them today as he hasn't in a few days and he already missed them so much.. And to the young cowboy's luck, they were here. Sitting under the tree and making a flowercrown it seemed. Boothill hopped off his horse, rubbing its neck before taking a deep breath and deciding to approach them. He thought about what to say for quite a while now..

"Hey there. I've seen you there a few times.."

He said as he was approaching them. Why was it so hard to talk..? He thought he will just approach them, lean against the tree and just flirt. But instead he stood there like he got a stick shoved up his.. yeah. And his voice sounded so tense! He looked like a fool, and he felt his cheeks flush even more when they looked up at him with that cute confused face. His words got stuck in his throat..

"So uh... I thought I'll approach you.. after seeing you a few.. times?"

He held his breath, cringing at his own words so hard.