Day one passed I was just chilling at room; next day morning my mom called me and she was worried since I stayed back without celebration festival at ...ome. She advised me to go to my uncle’s place so that I can eat some homemade food. She literally insisted me go to their place which is in the town of Guntur. With least interest I have accepted her request and planned to go to uncle’s place. Packed all my stuff and took bus to Guntur bus station and auto to my uncle’s place. I have searched for. So my intrigue truly had begun in high school where I was a 4yr honors program student and multi-sport athlete in a parochial Catholic high school. That said, I had many advantages most of which I worked hard for but some were just given because of my book smarts and athletic prowess in football and track. An even proportion of my friends and classmates were white , and the rest were of varied ethnicities. I had the smart good-looking black girlfriend who all the other guys in the school wanted. I got it just for you. I wanted something special just for you.” Sitting down he calls me over. My body is shaking with nerves from the excitement. I lean in kissing him. He puts an arm around my back pulling me in closer. I caress his chest with one hand moving down his body. I take my time, memorizing every muscle in his arms, every scar on his body, I didn’t want to rush this, I didn’t want to miss a thing or risk forgetting anything. “I love you Donatello.” I whisper into his lips. “My. ”“Really?” “Its a fruit,” I smirk to myself and next thing I know Abby’s shirt is hanging off the door. The rush of cool air drags a subtle hint of her into my lungs. Her scent alone is intoxicating, enough that I pull her shirt off the door, bring it to my nose and close my eyes taking her in. “Well well, look what we have here.” I spot the perfect treat as I open my eyes. “What?“ her tone hopeful. “Peaches.” “Not as good as strawberries.” Disappointment lingers in her voice.“They’re not just.