It Started When We Were Younger My Boo Novels & Stories

that made her eyes light up. “The thing … that happened to me … that causes all my nightmares…. It happened on Thanksgiving.” She said. Ah. So that’s what started all this. Frankie bringing it up today … her coming over here. It was starting to make more sense now. “I can’t remember how old we were. But I think I was 8 or 9. Back then we were still having Thanksgiving and all of our get togethers here, at this house. We snuck out. Remember?” She said.

"How old is he?" "16." I responded. "You two close?" "Yup." I said, a small smile forming on my face. "We've been close since forever. I remember the day he was born. Everyone was paying so much attention to him and I felt like no one loved me anymore and it was all his fault so I looked into his crib with this huge frown on my face. And as I was about to hit his nose, he let out this tiny baby chuckle and wrapped his little chubby hand around my finger and that pretty much pulled my heart strings."

She shakes her head, hastily. "Might as well try. And oh, did you forget, how the older ones were with me when I was young?" I licked my lips as I riled her up even further. "From what I remember they never paid attention to you. They were always busy grooming me. Only the younger ones took interest in you."

She nodded her head, "Yeah, I know. You said and I quote, 'I want to marry this son of a bitch when I'm old enough'." I gasped, "You still remember that? Geez, I was like 10 years old and 'son of a bitch' was my first cuss." "Of course I do. We were best friends since we were 4." She said. Best friends. I am not so sure about those words anymore. We became silent all of a sudden. I debated if I should bring up this question that had been nagging at the back of my mind, but I'm not sure. What the hell!

my dad was saying nostalgically, and my mom gasped in excitement. "Yes, I remember! How did it start? It was… Be young…" she tried. "Be stylish, be young forever, be Josh Carter," Joshua said, and my parents also joined in by chanting an announcement from decades ago, and then the three of them laughed as if they were remembering that good time. "My God, you guys are a bunch of old people," I commented, since those things had happened before I was even born. "It was a good time, babe," Joshua replied, and my parents agreed.

It was a sound I hadn’t made in years, not since I was a teenager, talking to Mom about boys. And in that moment, everything felt a little lighter, like just maybe—we were starting to heal, together.

She sang running up to me even though she didn't. I couldn't help but smile of amusement and relief. "No, you didn't." "But I did." She laughed. I shook my head in discouragement. "Don't you remember?" She asked, looking straight into my eyes. "Remember what?" "When we were little, I always ran to the park ahead of you and hid behind the tree before you got there. Then, I popped my head out and said boo to scare you." She said, looking at the many stars that surround the night sky.

“I promise, everything that happened wa—” Mom raised her eyebrows as I caught what I was about to say. “I, uh…” She giggled. “Sweetheart, I was much younger than eighteen when I started having sex with boys.” “Mom.” She smiled. “I’m not going to go into that. We had that talk when you were much younger. But let me see if I can piece this together. You fell for the school bully, had some romantic moments together, and now he wants nothing to do with you. Right?”

It was all mine. I grew up to be a two-year-old little boy. My bunny teeth remained the same, but by that time, I was bald. Mama used to cut my hair bald for some silly reason. My first word turned out to be a cursing word. Well, it was 'shit'. Maybe it was my neighbour's fault. That was the first word I muffled out. It was a total failure.

A soft laugh escapes her lips as she turns to show me the photo. I remember that day vividly. “Ya mum was pissed as hell over that,” I say with a smirk, recallin' the incident with a mix of fondness and amusement. “Ya had always wanted a tattoo, but ya were too youn', so we got Ink to draw one on ya. Ya mum honestly believed he had tattooed ya for real.”