Snippet #1385533

Lark nearly fell off the turtle when the girl gripped his hand tighter. He had forgotten they were holding hands and wasn't used to being in that much of a close proximity to anyone especially girls. His parents had always kept an eye on him back in his teen years. Overprotective parents. "Oh crap" she said which made the current time more awkward. She was getting closer to him out of fear. He cleared his throat becoming conscious of the fact. "We better head inside.." he advised and started walking to the one tree remaining on the turtle's island of a shell. "If you ever fancied Peter Pan.. He gave me the idea" he explained beforehand as he revealed a passageway. A slide inside the tree if you looked closely at the crack in the bark. He walked to the other side of the tree, holding her hand still though certainly awkward for them both. He didn't want to let go with her scared state. He gestured towards the bottom of the tree where the slide started. "Childish.. i know" he said, scratching his head with his other hand. "But I admired Peter Pan when I was small.." he admitted. He had never told a soul. "Ladies first" he then said with a smile.