Page 22 of Play Along

Of course I’m sure I’ll never tell him I like his smile.

The air blowing against my legs changes.

It’s warmer now.

My arms are already warm.

Isaiah bought me a jacket.

That was so nice of him.

How did I never realize he was so nice?

And cute.

I wasn’t allowed to realize.

He’s so different from me. From how I grew up.

He’s warm.

I’m cold.

This jacket is warm.

The pen in my hand is heavy.

I sign my name on a line. Three lines, and they’re all moving.

“Kenny, are you positive you want to do this?”

I like when he calls me Kenny.

I’ll never tell him that.

“What song do you want to walk to?” It’s a different voice. Not Isaiah’s.

Walk to? Walk out to?

Isaiah walks out to a song when he’s up to bat.

He looks really good in his uniform.

I’ll never tell him that.

Mariah Carey.

Isaiah sang a Mariah Carey song tonight. He was pretty good.

“Obsessed.”

I think I might be obsessed. Why do I keep thinking about him?

Isaiah laughs.

I laugh because he laughed.

My new shoes are so cute. I watch my feet as I take one step then another step on a red carpet runner.

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