Day 37- Whoever Said The Single Life Is The Better Life Can Kiss A Deseased Racoon

In third grade, I had a boyfriend. His name was Jackson. Jackson and I were the running joke of third grade. We're still the running joke, because it's still common knowledge he still likes me. That's why Angus and I decided to keep our relationship a secret. We don't need to be a running gag. It's okay with me. But I wouldn't trade him for anything, not for anyone.
It was really nice out today, so I asked him if he wanted to walk, but I left my iPod in the basement, and was too lazy to go back down and get it, so when I did check it two hours later, neither of us were  ready to have a conversation, so I said I was going to start walking in the general direction of his house, and that he could join me if he wanted.
I walked, I didn't meet up with him. I got home to wifi and found several missed texts, saying he wanted to join me, but needed to know when I was leaving. I answered: "leaving now", and left on my second walk of the day.
Now, almost all of the snow is melted from our snow day on Friday, just a few coconut-sized banks. It was warm, but not tshirt and shorts weather; which is what Angus was wearing. Due to all the melting, all the grass was basically Shrek's home. I probably should have figured that before I put on my shoes that have holes on both sides of both shoe.
So, we meet up, we take note on an overhead jet's unusual flight path, and we trek through the swamp to a cutesy little rest stop in the trees, where we used to sit and chat even before we dated. As the hour I had wore on, it got colder. He was shivering. I wasn't really cold, since I had a sweater, so I shared my heat via side-hug. I rested my head on his shoulder, and he rested his on mine. I didn't want to move from that position, but I had to. The last time we had a date was 10 days ago, and I think my parents suspect something. My mom called Angus my boyfriend, and I gave her a look before she explained that he was my friend, who was a boy. At some point, I'm going to ask when I can start dating. (She never told me, so I'm not breaking any rules. Yay, loopholes!)