Rusty swings
There’s lots of laughs and giggles all across the playground, and a common fear of cooties as she chases him around.
But boys aren’t so yucky anymore and friends they soon become.
Playing sports every day after school, she begins to think “maybe he isn’t so dumb.”
He likes worms and other gross stuff, all his immature jokes are about farts,
but now she sits next to him at school — turns out he’s kind of smart.
His blue eyes are kind of pretty. His hair looks soft to touch. He flashes her that sweet smile that she’ll never get tired of.