As I turn into our subdivision, I notice a truck pulled into the driveway of the old Wilson house. The boy is handsome as hell and my heart skips a beat. I seemed to gravitate towards them, became friends with them easier than boys. “So, Blake,” my mother begins, “Ben just finished up his junior year. No senior parties with my classmates. He’s wearing a blue long-sleeved Young & Reckless shirt and light blue jeans. He ha-…”
“Jesus, Mom…” I say, cutting her off while gripping the bridge of my nose in between my thumb and forefinger. I left behind all my childhood friends (the warm weather, too) and left for Colorado. Blake shakes it. We became even closer friends after that kiss. It was after a football game against Gavin’s school – our school’s rival. I’ve thought it plenty of times, each time shaking the thought from my head.Chris. Pleased to meet you,” I say. “Quit being so gay,” he says, winking at me before leaning back in the booth, laughing it up.
