It Started When We Were Younger My Boo Novels & Stories

"You were so small." "People kept saying that." "Tiny little Bri." He said it simply, like it was just a fact, and I went very still for exactly one second. "You remember that," I said. "Of course I remember it." He looked at me with something that was almost amusement but quieter. "I'm the one who started it." I had forgotten that. Or maybe I hadn't forgotten it so much as I had filed it somewhere I didn't visit often because sixteen year old feelings were embarrassing in retrospect and I had enough to deal with without excavating those particular memories.

He whispered, kissing my lips tenderly again. "Honestly, I am too." I admitted. We continued to talk about our childhood and our upbringing. I told him about how we learned to fight as early as 3 years old. I told him how we had gone on our first job at the age of 5 and how we all used our adorableness to get away with it. I went on to tell him about how we each emerged with our abilities and how crazy we were in our hormonal teenage phase. He asked me to tell him my best memory of my childhood and I could only think of one.

"It wаѕ lеѕѕ than a уеаr since wе’d lеft. Shе wаѕ ѕеvеntееn, аnd I wаѕ eighteen by thеn, but wе wеrе twenty уеаrѕ оldеr on the іnѕіdе, аnd оn оur fаkе ID. I knеw I had tо grow thе fuсk uр. Sо I dіd. I ѕtаrtеd gоіng tо AA. It sucked, but I mеt some good people and they hеlреd mе.” I іntеrruрt hіm fоr a ѕесоnd as I роur mуѕеlf аnоthеr соffее. I саn’t bеlіеvе hе’ѕ оnlу tеllіng mе аll thіѕ nоw. “I’m ѕо ѕоrrу. I dіdn’t kn оw anything аbоut уоur раrеntѕ.” I tор оff hіѕ coffee, tоо.

It did not start from the time we pranked our friends and wore matching onesies. It starts from a time I remember distinctly. I can recall the events as if they just happened yesterday. It actually begins from our last year of high school. Specifically the last summer before the last year of high school. √√

["Haha, what a joke. If you count my real age in human years, I will be much older than you." ["Says the one in a baby's body."] ["Haha..."] ["Anyway, no one would believe in you. So, I'm the older one here in everyone's eyes."] ["You're an idiot, that's what you are."] ["I miss the days when you couldn't talk at all."] ["So funny. I remember very well that you said that you were anxious about the day I would start talking. You can't go back now."] ["I regret that day."]

It’s been sitting inside me for a long time, waiting for the right moment and the right person to finally hear how foolish I’ve been. I let out a deep breath. “When I was younger, I liked a guy. His name was Theo.” Now that I’ve said it, I sit up a little straighter. It suddenly feels more serious than I expected. “And when I say younger,” I add quickly, “I mean really young. Like… ten years old.” Mae gives a small nod, calm and attentive. “I’m not trying to justify anything,” I continue. “I just need you to understand how young I was. I’m not proud of some of the things I’ve done, but I don’t think I’m that kind of stupid anymore. At least, I hope not.”

Father was waiting for me on the other side of the woods. "I told you not to fall asleep out there!" He smacked me upside the head my vision blurring. End of past Blair-Boo was looking up at me seemingly in a daze. I'm sure it seemed like a lie to her just like everything else when she was growing up. A time that I didn't even remember. I should've remembered, is it that I did but Trax didn't so I forgot when he forgot everything else about me.

I need to get this shat over with so I can move on with my life, as facked up as it is. “You want to know why... well... where do I start? I thought you were an annoying little twit growing up.” Seriously? This goes all the way back to when we were kids? How did I not see it? Ash starts rubbing my back, he knows that I am now the one who needs to be calmed, and he knows that will help. That must be the mate bond working.

Bella: Sometimes, when I tried to look back at where my problems started, I could only pin it on the fact that I got older. I missed being five, when all I cared about was what to eat, what to watch, or if my dad would play with me. Life was glorious, and I didn’t have to fight with my father. He was my pillar and foundation, but as I grew up, the cracks kept intensifying, and now I doubted it could ever be repaired.

He paused, took a sip of beer, then looked at me, "Don't look at me like I'm a puppy, I'm not done with my story. Do you remember that summer when I was 13 and you were 16?" "Hmm..." I looked up at the ceiling, thinking for a moment, "That year our families vacationed together in Bali."