English is not my mother language, so excuse me any mistakes.
Also I like to read stories with more background, so I do the same. Hope you like.
Some background:
This is a story that started a lot of years ago. My hometown is a small city, about 20k of population, where nothing happened, the kind of place where you grow up dreaming about leaving, and move to bigger places. But looking back now, more than a decade later, it was a great place to grow.
As natural, some kids move out chasing their dreams, some move out for college and university and come back, and others never leave. I was one that left for college, and never came back, nevertheless, I still visit my parents and brothers frequently.
Going back to when I was 15 years old, I was once in the park with a friend, just hanging out, when we notice a group of younger girls (around 13), giggling and smiling to us. One of them came to us, and told me that her friend (let’s call her Jenny) really liked me. Well, although 2 years is nothing, when you’re in that range, it’s a big difference, so i just laughed and tried to politely decline any “date” they were thinking.