Note-Hello, Coon here, just take note that this may contain lemons and the such, and this first chapter’s just to get the feel for it, so I expect reviews!

It gets warmer towards the end of spring. Wild flowers pique with their exotic

colors and varieties. Everything is overgrown and lazy with exhaustion. I thought the

dogwood trees were so beautiful…when they all fell and whisked down the clean

suburban street. I followed them one day, way down till I got to a park at the end of the

street, it was sunset and I could just make out the pink/orange sky over the bushelling

trees. I started down now, and I saw a moving swing, slowly, back and forth, getting

slower till it ceased, a young boy sat there with a lifeless frown on his face, “Hey! Are

you okay?” I ran over to him, my arm over his shoulder, he tilted his head away and

shrugged me off, “I’m…not crying” I pulled his head upwards by his short dark brown

hair, and stared into his bright green eyes, “You can cry…if you want to…” the boy on

the swing got up and looked down depressed, “Boys don’t cry.” I picked his head up

again, and planted a warm kiss on his soft red lips, breaking shortly, “I cry…I cried for

you…” He pulled me into him with a weakly powerful embrace, as I felt his heart beat

next to mine. I held him back and we kissed again, “…Please…don’t leave me…” I

cried a little too, I buried my head into his smooth shoulder, “I’ll never leave you. I

promise.”

It started to get darker; we sat on the swings, holding hands talking, “So I really

didn’t know blueberries grew on bushes! What about cherries?” He swung his head

back and looked at the big scary tree, letting out a quiverous sound, “Er…yea… I think

cherries grow on trees, you know, like George Washington cut down a cherry tree or

whatever?” He was 12, a year younger than me, his name’s Ash, what an odd name,

“How weird, their all the same kind of fruit but they come from all different places.” He

swung back up again, “Yea…a lot like us, huh?” He’s right, I should probably be back in

the city now, I bet my aunt’s worried about me, but I really wanted to stay with him, he

won’t even tell me what his problem is! “I need to go home soon…can I see you again?”

He sighed inwardly, and pulled me closer, “You can come to my house if you want… 18

Wellington Ave., it’s a couple houses down from here…I’ll be waiting for you.” We

kissed quickly and I slowly let go of his hand as I ran down the street, I didn’t look back.