When Denise asks her friend Charles for help, one night, one time, neither of them really knew what would happen. When Denise has a boyfriend like Jackson, maybe they should have?
“So, are you still breaking up with the boyfriend?” My nonchalance wouldn’t mask my desire to date her. Even though I knew that was out. My honest feelings of friendship for her did not go past that. Anyway, her type would always be the towering jock, not the crunchy longhair that could wear the same size t-shirt as she did.
Unlike most of my stories, this is less from personal experiences and more from ideas I've gotten from girl friends. I hope you like it! xoxo ~Dolly
When Denise asks her friend Charles for help, one night, one time, neither of them really knew what would happen. When Denise has a boyfriend like Jackson, maybe they should have?
“So, are you still breaking up with the boyfriend?” My nonchalance wouldn’t mask my desire to date her. Even though I knew that was out. My honest feelings of friendship for her did not go past that. Anyway, her type would always be the towering jock, not the crunchy longhair that could wear the same size t-shirt as she did.
Unlike most of my stories, this is less from personal experiences and more from ideas I've gotten from girl friends. I hope you like it! xoxo ~Dolly