[ WP ] A young boy does everything to impress his crush , but it 's not easy impressing an 18 year old when you 're only six .

She rose from the lake ’ s water, a large smile across her face. Blonde, wet hair swept down just past her shoulders, framing a lovely face. A two piece bikini showcased a young, lithe, athletic frame. Young Timmy watched her get out of the water, and lay down next to her friends on the beach. Timmy stared down at his own body, childlike and gawky, covered by the itchy clothes of his scout troop. The pale green and tan did little to help his appearance. 
 
 “ Timmy! What ’ re you doing? It ’ s lunch time, get over here. ” Timmy ’ s scout master, Mr. Robertson, yelled. 
 
 With a sigh, Timmy turned away from his vantage point of the beach, and ran towards the picnic tables where the rest of his troop sat, munching contentedly on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. 
 
 Timmy was a part of the Squirrel Boy Scouts Troop Number thirty-five. They were camping out at Michigan ’ s upper peninsula; the troops ’ summer destination. The place was a bit of a ways away from the Scouts ’ home in southern Michigan, but Mr. Robertson had been adamant that this summer would be spent up in the mountains and lakes of the Upper Peninsula. He ’ d stated that the boys were reaching the tender age of eight, nine, and ten; they needed to experience a dose of freedom and responsibility. Timmy suspected there was something more to Mr. Robertson ’ s decision that summer; he couldn ’ t help but notice how happy Mr. Robertson seemed when he talked to the camp ’ s head supervisor. Evidently they ’ d gone to college together back in the day. 
 
 “ Were you looking at that girl again? ” Jason asked, sitting next to Timmy. 
 
 Timmy ignored Jason, and instead ate his PB & J. 
 
 “ Oh come on Tim, don ’ t ignore Jason. The guy asked you a question. ” Bill scolded, sitting across from Timmy. 
 
 Timmy let out a groan. 
 
 “ What do you guys care? ” He asked. 
 
 “ We care because it ’ s important to you, and you ’ re part of the troop, which means what ’ s important to you is important to us. ” Bill replied, a sage grin on his face. 
 
 Timmy rolled his eyes. 
 
 “ Yeah right. You just want to tease me. ” 
 
 “ Why would we want to tease you? ” Fred asked, adjusting his glasses. Fred was currently sitting next to Bill at the picnic table. “ We ’ re all Squirrel Scouts; no intra-troop fighting, that ’ s rule number one. ” 
 
 The rest of the boys at the table shook their heads in agreement. They took their bonds of Squirrel Scouts very seriously. 
 
 “ Ah, okay fine. ” Timmy said with a sigh. “ I was staring at her again. She ’ s just so pretty, I can ’ t help it. ” 
 
 A collective hmm broke out across the picnic table. The boys fell into deep thought, wondering how to help their fellow Squirrel Scout. 
 
 “ Have you tried talking to her yet? ” Jason asked. 
 
 “ No. We ’ ve only been here for two weeks. I ’ ve still got the rest of the summer to talk to her. ” Timmy replied. 
 
 Bill shook his head. “ You ’ ve got it all wrong Tim. Why waste the summer away in nervous anticipation. You need to go talk to her, today! ” 
 
 The boys around the table nodded; exuding a feigned air of confidence and experience in this matter. 
 
 “ Oh what do you guys know? Why should I go talk to her now! ” 
 
 “ You hafta! ” Fred chimed in. “ It ’ ll help your mental development. ” Fred ’ s parents were always going on and on about his own mental development. They would always say they ’ d read it in a book somewhere. 
 
 “ She ’ s not going to want to talk to me. She ’ s way older than me. ” Timmy replied, nervous. 
 
 “ Give her a gift. ” Bill said. “ If you impress her with a gift, then maybe she ’ ll overlook the drastic age gap. ” 
 
 Timmy opened his mouth to reply, but stopped himself. He placed his chin in his hand, and thought to himself. 
 
 “ I do have that really cool Native American arrowhead from last summer ’ s camp. Think she ’ d like that? ” 
 
 “ Of course she would! ” Jason said. “ Who wouldn ’ t? Man that was like the find of the century; it ’ s wicked awesome. ” 
 
 A quick smile flashed over Timmy ’ s face. 
 
 “ But how will you get it to her? Mr. Robertson can be pretty strict. ” Fred asked. 
 
 Timmy ’ s face dropped. He hadn ’ t thought about that. 
 
 “ Don ’ t worry. ” Bill replied. “ We can do it after lunch. We all know Mr. Robertson likes to go off into the woods to have a smoke after lunch. We can sneak over to the beach then. ” 
 
 The boys nodded their heads solemnly, and shook hands. 
 
 Lunch passed by in a blur for Timmy. Before he knew it, Mr. Robertson was heading off into the woods, and the rest of the boys were ushering him out to the beach. Thankfully, the girl and her friends were still lounging on the sand. 
 
 With the arrowhead clutched nervously in his hands, Timmy approached the group of girls. They looked up as he approached, and an odd look came over their faces. 
 
 “ U-um excuse me? ” Timmy asked, stuttering. The girls sat up, and smiled at Timmy. 
 
 “ What ’ s up Mr. Boy Scout? ” The blonde girl asked Timmy. Timmy felt his heart skip a beat. A thick blush rose up to his cheeks. 
 
 “ My … My name ’ s Timmy. What ’ s yours? ” He asked the blonde girl, extending a hand of greeting. 
 
 The girl smiled at Timmy, and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Her friends sat around her, smiling and giggling. 
 
 “ I ’ m Sara. It ’ s nice to meet you Timmy. ” Sara replied, shaking Timmy ’ s hand. 
 
 Timmy felt like his skin was on fire. He felt tingly, and could barely think. 
 
 “ I got this for you. ” Timmy said, thrusting the arrowhead in front of him. 
 
 Sara looked at the arrowhead. She looked up into Timmy ’ s eyes, and smiled. 
 
 “ That ’ s really nice, but are you sure you want me to have it? ” She asked. Her friends stared and awed, won over by Timmy ’ s cute, innocent display of affection. 
 
 “ Yes. You ’ re pretty and I like you and my friends told me to say hi but I was scared so they told me to give you a gift so you ’ d forget how young I am. ” Timmy blurted out, his brain short-circuiting. His mind was running on fumes at this point. 
 
 “ Oh, that ’ s lovely. ” Sara cooed She reached out a hand, and took the arrowhead from Timmy. “ I ’ ll make sure to treasure it always. ” 
 
 Timmy stood there, empty hand still outreached, unsure of what to do next. Sara looked at Timmy, and an idea popped into her head. 
 
 “ How about I give you something in return? ” 
 
 Before Timmy had a chance to reply, Sara stepped in and gave Timmy a light peck on his cheek. She leaned back, and smiled at the young Squirrel Scout. 
 
 Timmy ’ s face turned beet red. His mind blew a gasket, and he had no clue what to do. Sara ’ s friends laughed and clapped, absolutely hysterical with disbelief. 
 
 “ I-I-I have to go now. Bye! ” Timmy stammered out, turning and rushing back towards his friends waiting in the nearby bushes. 
 
 Sara called out to Timmy. 
 
 “ Thank you for the present! I ’ ll make sure to treasure it. ” 
 
 She turned back to her friends, who were in hysterics over the rather cute exchange. Timmy sprinted back to his troop scout, his mind blown. 
 
 For the rest of the day, Timmy couldn ’ t stop talking to his friends, thanking them profusely. Timmy was on cloud nine, absolutely over the moon in excitement. 
 
 The next day, Sara and her friends were nowhere to be found. Timmy searched for them for the rest of the summer, but they never turned up. They ’ d only been visiting the beach two weeks, and had gone back home. This didn ’ t faze Timmy as much as you ’ d think. He wore a smile on his face throughout the entirety of the summer; even when it rained endlessly or the mosquitos bothered him at night. 
 
 Sara kept the arrowhead, as promised, but she slowly forgot about the interaction. One day, after graduating college, she would find the arrowhead, and remember faintly of a little boy scout handing it to her. 
 
 As for Timmy, the memory was burned deeply into his mind. He carried Sara ’ s kiss, and her kindness, with him for the rest of his life. Every summer, a brief memory of Sara would flash before his eyes, and he ’ d smile fondly of his youth. It wasn ’ t everyday you got a kiss from the girl of your dreams; even if it was just a peck on the cheek. 
 
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