Chapter 3: At age 18
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This story contains mature themes, such gore, adult scene and a slow - burn romance.
Story begin
She hold my body, She lick my balls. I enjoy it, maybe this is love, but no it's a lust. I kiss her lips, I touch her body, her butt, I touch her b*obs, we kiss and bite our tongues.
30 minutes later,
we are done, we laugh and she kiss me. I hold her hands and I see her eyes, lovely.
I woke up and I stand from lying at my bed . it's just was a dream that can never be came true. I think it's because of what I saw last night at the toilet. No grr.... this getting me uncovered.I am 16 that night, I was just a little teen boy who was looking for the girl that I really don't know if it is love, but what my mind decorated for, is the thing "Dream for it".it dictates and remembered me every step I make. What I really wanted to have is to see the girl, again, in the pathway of the school, in the music room and then nothing follows. That girl look likes a filipino-canadian, it's just something familiar of me, something familiar for a okay word. Ahh not of her business.....
what is relationship?
Is it about sex?
hope?
child?
connection?
respect?
compassion?
Destiny?
or none of the above? I was just wondering if you wanted to be sure about what is relationship?
There are some couple who dream at age 18 they want a baby, at age 18 they want to eat, at age 18 they want to lye on their beds and sleep
But this what I do when I am at age 18.
August 26, 2019
The instructor announced that there were be a competition called "An art for the world". it is interesting, the theme of the competition is about, showing hope for te world, and make differences to the world, It should be vase on the experience we have. My classmate, were happy, but others are not interested. I know I am good at that, but Somehow , I wish that girl will join or participate too.
LMAO
I have 2 days to prepared materials for the upcoming contest, all are required to join or participate and that's what's make me happy.
2 days after,.....
ART FOR THE WORLD COMPETITION
The competition started, The word is unfathomable and we can't predict what will happen next. All of us will die, but I am not prepared anyway.
There are over thousands students at the gym nation. How could I Found her? I can't find her anywhere. I am asking my myself of she know me? or she recognize my face? I am growing. I am not like before back sixteen year old,. a skinny boy? I am no longer a skinny boy at age 18. I am handsome and I know it haha.Lmao
I was carrying the materials, including a board, Pencil, paint, and a brush. I am in the middle of court and I was looking for her. I am lining up with my classmates to pay for te registration.
As I was the next to pay, for at least 3 dollars, I hear a voice.
saying
"Alexa Kim Domingo"
I widened my eyes, I turn my left head and I recognize her it's her, then it cut off when the registers ask my name.
"Excuse me?" the registers said
"ahhmm, James Heaven White" I replied. after I got the paper, I ran to the seat that only those students who are registered can seat. I am hoping to seat next to her, but unfortunately, boys and girls are separated.
3 hours later
the competition is about to start.
next to me is my friend Jay
He ask me "Hey, bro. what you are going to paint?"
"I don't know" I replied while looking for someone
"wait are you..." he uttered
"no you're wrong" I replied immediately
he laugh at me and said "are you looking for someone?"
"No not even" I said.
"5 second, let's all count"
Everyone counts
5
4
3
2
1
The competition started.
I draw my masterpiece, my artwork when I am 8 years old. I win this artwork and I am hoping that I can also win this. I know it's odd because it's for only 8 year old paint. But what makes it beautiful is I draw it, heatedly.
I plan it with my childhood friend, we are very close, our parents tease us, to hug and kiss in the chin part. It's boring, with that girl. After that, I don't receive a hi coming from her, she just disappeared.
Back to the contest.
my artwork is done, and tomorrow is the culmination. I hope I can place. so I can make my childhood proud at me.
1 day later
the winners are announced
I am part of the TOP 16, wow I can't believe however what it shook me is, the girl that I really want is, we are the same style but different texture and form. I look at her and she said "Hi, childhood friend"
what is she??????
My world stop she recognize me as her longing childhood friend.
love it. she smile at me, and we are holding our hands. We are taking for a picture. They were shouting because the photographer taking picture while we are holding our hands.
Fast-forward.
mom explain why the girl I like notice and recognize me
She know from the beginning, our mom are friends and my mom go to her house, her mom ask about me and my mom drop the picture, she look the picture and my mom said "He's my son , your childhood friend".
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