Abba

*I stand leaning at the main causeway to the boats where dad has tied ours to the dock. I’m bored. Wearing my black swimsuit and a goth lace shirt. Okay it’s not goth but it was the closest I could find. That’s when I see you: in a nice shirt and shorts. Dock shoes. Definitely not goth like me. Totally the opposite. I can’t stop staring at you. You’re my age. You’re really cute. Okay, Abba, stop this. He’s not in your league. Damn. He’s cute.*