It Started When We Were Younger My Boo Novels & Stories

I immediately slapped his hand away. "Hands off." He sighed deeply. "Co*kblocker." I obviously ignored him. "Where are we going Bryan?" I shouted for the twenty sixth time. "Whenever you're angry, you call me Bryan." He noted, looking at me with amusement. "That's because I am angry." I started flatly. "My Mom and dad would call me Booboo when I was a kid." He said in a low voice. I held back my laughter but failed miserably. "Booboo? MOG! Why?"

“I’m not that old, and it seems like you forgot.” “Forgot what?” I instantly responded. “That we’re just getting started…”

"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."]

“I’ve been trying to understand myself since I started feeling it.” “When did you start feeling this way?” He huffed. “A very, very long time ago.” I frowned. “How long exactly?” “When we were young… in college… dreaming about having you even if I had to share you with him.” “Wait… what?” I sputtered.

Liam Damn it, what was I thinking cuddling into her like that.? I’ve not held Tate since shit knows when. I mean we were just kids when we used to cuddle and hunker up. I loved how we were when we were younger, becoming a teenager and growing into an adult can be really sucky sometimes.

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.”