Note: This is a story based somewhat in truth.
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The day I turned 18 will always be a special day for me. My best friend Tyson, who was much bigger and a few years older than me, took me on a camping trip.
Tyson was 6 foot 4, awkward sweetheart. Many girls liked the look of him, and they constantly flirted with him, but he never quite realised what they wanted, and just ended up befriending them. We had been friends for years, and i knew he'd been planning this camping trip for some time, organising everything meticulously.
A few hours into our walk through the damp undergrowth, we came to a large river crossing, with a few large, wet boulders to jump between to get across.
Tyson deftly leapt from boulder to boulder and made it to the other side. I was a little scared, because i was much smaller than Tyson, but i went for it anyway. Predictably, i managed to slip and fall, soaking all of my clothes in the process. The walk back to our campsite was freezing cold for me, and i huddled close to Tyson for warmth. He kept his arm over my shoulder and his hand rested on my lower hip. It felt a little strange to me, but I felt safe knowing he'd look after me.