Boys Don't Cry

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was intense. It started with an amusing moment during dinner,

caressing your face, but I guess friends can do that, or can't they? I know I felt an overwhelming urge to kiss him, but

the bed, the girl looked enraged, burst into the room like a rocket. Nate got up, and then looked at me qu

on to get in here? — Nate spoke

to my BOYFRIEND's room? — She put a lot of emphasis on the wo

my room, and you're still screaming, doing this

ate's mom came into the room t

ing Will, did he need all that? — hearing this, the gi

had ended the relationship, he never mentioned her. The way she looked at her mother-in-l

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departure, until I fell into a deep sleep. My mind is confused, I feel something very strange, I don't know what it is, but I know I didn't like seeing him with his girlfriend. We spent par

e sleeps, even if he's uncomfortable. I decided that I should present him with something so we could forget the awkwardness that had settled between the

my lips as I watch. What is it? I shake my head in denial. I move even closer, and I bend down, I lightly touch her face, h

to sleep. — Nate , wake up! I cal

own and looks at me without understanding what is happening. — Oh,

give you something... — I say, and

at i

I think you

kage, and stares

orners, at least now you will have a collapsible chair, which you can

ts up the chair and sits down, and looks at me with

olds my hand. Something so silly, but feeling your hand holding mine makes me a

o crouch and sit next to him. — I think I owe you an apology, since that day I have

, I unde

rved that whole scene, and I barely had a chance to accompany you t

on't worry, I understand your girlfriend, her reaction is normal, I think it can't be eas

at fuss. We weren't doing anything, and besides ,

takes you by surprise, I don't

e series? I ask, even though I know I don't have the right to ask about it, but I n

d for some time to evaluate how I feel, but

trange way, as if he's afraid of something, or maybe he doesn't want

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ks, but Nate didn't say anything else about what we talked about, or

s to the parking lot, I say goodbye to everyone, and I stare at Nate who looks at me in a strange way, he seemed to wa

ride? — His request takes

o turn on the stereo. The music that coincidentally plays speaks of someone

urself before

hink he'

s feeling kept

d what you nee

us uncomfortable , because, we both look at each other, and consequently lower our eyes, she seems very suggestive about what I'm feeling. I no longer have t

rong with him, he seems to be confused by something so simple. I smile, approach to help him,

at's when our hands touch, I look at him, his face is very close to mine, and I