The Preacher's Boy
I moved to a new town.
I made new friends, and sadly, forgot the old ones.
I'm still "popular" I guess you could say.
But I've changed. My dad's company grew. We're rich now.
I hate that.
We switched churches. I sit next to the preacher's son in class. I'm sixteen and I'm in love with him. He doesn't know this yet. I'm scared to tell him. He's perfect. Cute. Funny. He doesn't use profanity. He believes in abstinence, just like me.
I don't know why I can't find the strength to tell him I want to be with him. I have a feeling he likes me too. I think I'll be making a call to him tonight.
Preacher's son, I hope you read this. I love you.