![]() ![]() He was a good kid, grew up fast because his Dad was gone, and he easily took on that responsibility which made everyone like him. He kept their yard looking nice, fixed stuff at their house, and even though he played football in the fall and baseball in the spring he got jobs to help make ends meet. ![]() His Dad had taken off and after that everyone knew he’d taken care of his Mom and sister. Everyone was jealous.Īs for Raiden, I just wanted to touch his hair, see if it was as thick and silky as it looked.Īfter high school, everyone thought it was so cool he went into the Marines. His hair a rich, dark brown, and even back then there were burnished highlights in his hair like he went to Betsy’s Salon. So by the time I got to high school, a freshman to his senior, I was gone for him. He was just one of those boys who started out gorgeous and just got better. I’d started crushing on Raiden Miller when I was six and he came to Grams’s annual picnic. I brought my coffee cup to my lips and took a sip, hiding my disappointment. The bell over the door rang, and having months of practice in not letting my hope and eagerness show, I slowly lifted my eyes to look, my heart skipping a beat. ![]() If my back was to the door, maybe one day, if he noticed me, he wouldn’t think I was looking for him, waiting, hoping for a glimpse. I tried to switch it up so he wouldn’t know. ![]()
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