I hadn't spent much time in boats, and I'd fished maybe twice in my whole fucking life. Kansas wasn't exactly known for its lakes, but one summer, one of Mom's boyfriends drove us out to one, and he made a clumsy attempt at teaching me how.
I put in the same effort, lying through my teeth about how much fun it was. He was dumb and hot and had nice hands, and I was ten years old and lonely. For those few hours, I'd actually given a damn about whether or not he liked me.
By the time we made it back home, I'd lost interest, and soon enough, he lost interest in Mom. I couldn't remember his name, now.
"The boat's pretty cool," I admitted, lulled by the gentle rock of the waves.
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Date: 2020-11-19 04:32 am (UTC)I put in the same effort, lying through my teeth about how much fun it was. He was dumb and hot and had nice hands, and I was ten years old and lonely. For those few hours, I'd actually given a damn about whether or not he liked me.
By the time we made it back home, I'd lost interest, and soon enough, he lost interest in Mom. I couldn't remember his name, now.
"The boat's pretty cool," I admitted, lulled by the gentle rock of the waves.