There he was. The same blonde Irish boy on your porch with his guitar. "I guess the paparazzi didn't get you this time" you shout out to him. All he did was look at you, come up, smile, and hug you. You could tell right away, his feelings changed. They weren't the same; I'm going to ditch you for Nando's, more like I will ditch Nando's for you. He never hugged you. You hugged him back of course since you liked him.
You sat down next to him. He asked you many things about school and how life has been here. "I really miss it here, way too much. I love what I'm doing though. I hope on the long breaks that might pop up every once in a while I can come home and visit." He says. You nodded your head and gave him a flirty smile.
You leaned in for a hug and looked into his eyes telling him "I really missed you, and so did everyone else. You still have my number right?" He nodded. "Good" you exclaimed. You grabbed his hand and pulled him up. He stuck his guitar onto his back and you showed him around the outside of your house. You were holding his hand which gave you butterflies in your stomach. "I haven't been back here in over a year, remember when we fell off the edge and face planted into the pool" he said. You crouched on the ground, laughing so hard you had tears. He just stood there cracking up, probably because the fact that you were looking like a freak.
After you chilled out, you walked him over to the little couch swing. It had vines and flowers tied at the top. You were moving a little closer, one slide at a time. Then you jumped for it. You put your head on his shoulder.
Right after that he did something that made your eyes almost bug out of your head.