Pierre Bouvier (Untitled) INFO

~~Kinsey's Point Of View~~
I sat there the girls were trying to comfort me. It wasn't working.
Me: How How come he never told me.
Tears were streaming down my face leaving an eyeliner trail down my cheeks. The guys were trying to find him. Finally they came back and they told me what they found. I was so well everything mad that he didn't tell me, devastated he was dead, and well that's about it. I seriously can't live without that kid. Not that I'm having sucidal thoughts because I'm not if that's what your thinking. I'll get over this with time and move on but never forget him. Plus I have Pierre. And all the girls and guys. I sat there and Pierre held me close drying the tears off my face. Sometimes this kid knows when to be sweet. No that's no tit more understanding I guess is what it would be not immature. Plus Canadian boys are HOT! Not the point though.
PIerre: At least your not bawling your eyes out anymore. You OK?
I just noticed that I had stopped crying.
Me: Yea I'm fine.....I think.
My voice was small and Pierre pulled me close to him again. My mind drifted well it took some convincing but I got it to think about something else. Like Pierre! He was hot and not anything like the other guys I've dated. I'm not a whore I just dateda lot of guys. I never slept with any of them. Pierre was just different. He didn't try to push me into sex and he listened. His mind wasn't on one thing and that's what I loved about him. He could see me for me.
I didn't know how long had passed but I looked out the window and it was dark out. Pierre picked me up and carried me to our bunk. He climbed in next to me and we fell asleep with his arms around me.
((Sorry this was so short but I'm having a bit of writer's block at the moment.))