We started hooking up and having sex almost daily. I loved how he lusted after me. He could not keep his hands off my boobs of ass, even in public. It...felt like an uncontainable love. I had been in a few relationships before that had been similar, as it is common amongst teens, but as always, I was convinced this was love. After a couple of weeks, he went back to California and it was all done. We stayed in touch talking and texting when he could. I missed him a lot and he said he missed me,. She stood holding one of the ropes that suspended the plank above the crowd, nervous of John’s suspicions as to the possibility of their misconduct. She thought silently, ‘they had only flirted, so what was he worried about?’ Lance stood at the other rope, hoping that tonight would be the night, one that had been alluded to for weeks. “ Brittany , we have eight minutes left, can we do this tonight? You promised” he asked as he moved to the other end of the platform and wrapped his arms. Misao (sending out a stream of daggers): Says who!(Kamatari catches them in midair.)Kamatari: Why don't the two of you try me together? Since you went to all the trouble of setting up a two-on-one fight.(More explosions; Shishio's men scatter for cover.)Yahiko: Dammit! (thinking) What with this blind spot above, I'm completely exposed. I can't strike upwards. But if I could--that bat-bastard. He doesn't think I could hit him even once, so if I could get in just one good hit... Kenshin could. Never them. Never the Protagonist. When the girl is in danger; when she gets hurt; why do we cry for the guy? When he’s sad because of her, why do we feel for him? Why not for her? Why do I weep when the guy gets hurt; regardless of whether the female is sad, regardless of whether she even knows about it? Maybe it’s just me though. Maybe, it’s just the stories I read. Maybe that’s why I think they’re good in the first place. But I’m a girl. I want what the guys have. I want to be the.