Matthew waited until Anne had calmed down before he pulled back from the hug. "You do know how old you are, right?"
"Of course I do! Fifteen years old next March." Anne smiled slightly.
"Only fifteen. I'd think you were at least twenty with all this drama goin' on."
Anne let out a hollow laugh. "I feel like I want to be twenty sometimes, but if it is even half as stressful as fifteen I think I'd wish I stayed eleven."
"Me too, Anne." Matthew looked at her with affection. He had been noticing recently, the rapidness that Anne was changing. It worried him that maybe he would loose the girl he found at the station.
"You wish you had stayed eleven?" Anne asked.
"No. I wish you had, but we can't turn back the clock. We can only keep moving forward."
"I would rather that was not true." Anne grumbled.
"Well, I can't help you there." he got a full smile.
"Do you know what I should do?"
"I don't know, Anne." He saw the panicked expression on her face. "I can tell you what I think would help."
"Please!" She clasped her hands in a hopeful way.
"Slow down. The Blythe boy, if he cares about you, will wait until your ready. If he doesn't wait, you are better off without him."
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I've taken out some of the typos in the story, but I'm sure there are more. I cringe when I see some of the frequent mistakes I've made in my early stories (Torment, This story and my first one shot collection. Ugh, I'll never get over Apologies and Apologize. )
I picked this back up because of the pole on my profile page. Yes, I actually look at that :)