I used to love fall. Now, I am beginning to loathe it.
When I ran away, I, unfortunately didn't plan ahead. I regret doing that for now I am cold. Matt offered me his jacket--he's such a sweetheart, but the jacket didn't fit. I gave him back his jacket.
"Sorry," he mumbled.
"It's nothing to be sorry for," I told him. Again, if he were older, I'd date him.
He smiled and hugged me.
Why does he have to be ten?
This shed sucks in keeping me warm.