Started When We Were Younger Novels & Stories

I bit my lower lip because I had nostalgia back when we were kids. We used to gather in one room and bed like this to play cards and talk about random bugs that we saw in the forest or the streets. “Why are you grinning like that?” I flinched after hearing Eli’s stern voice. I squinted my eyes before sticking out my tongue. “I just remembered back then when we were kids that we used to do stuff like this and talked about bugs.” I giggled. Ethan snorted before chuckling, “I remembered that, you mentioned this one bug that was wriggly and hairy then we all got itchy.”

We had created a legacy that extended far beyond ourselves—a legacy of integrity, empowerment, and the belief that individuals, united in their pursuit of truth and justice, could shape a better future for all. And so, with renewed hope and unwavering determination, we embraced the next chapter of our lives, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The world may continue to present obstacles, but armed with our experiences and the love that bound us, we were prepared to navigate the twists and turns that awaited us.

Drake shrugged with a hint of a smile. "I'm fifteen minutes younger, asshole." I gave him a cold look. "As we got older the pranks became more intense, sometimes a little dangerous for young boys, but we had fun. It was our escape from the harsh reality of our home life. Then at sixteen everything started to change. Our wolves emerged, their strength almost too powerful we didn't know how to contain it, and a need to find our fated was suffocating." "Your fated?" Kiera's eyes widened at me. Goddess, I should just say it.

I added, moving way out in front. Anthony yawned first. "Oh wow, that's so much," he said, stretching so that his neck preemptively cracked at the action. "Yeah, well," I said, smiling and suddenly flung back to the early days when we were all young, naïve, and starting afresh, and things were hard. "Yeah, we have, and we will get through this too," he murmured back.

I take a deep breath, knowing that what comes next will either strengthen us or destroy us completely. "It started when I was six years old," I began, "standing by a gas station, waiting for a mother who was never coming back."

"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.

as we walked around, the feeling became intense, almost unbearable. How we use to walk around here with our hands in each other, how my parents use to talk to me about random stuff, how they cared for me that I don’t fall while running around, how we use to sit under a tree, and have our lunch, how we laughed and talked with each other, how we sang and danced with each other.

A thing we started doing when I was five. We made a promise to never lie if we make a sissy swear. We make a promise, cross our fingers, and kiss our thumbs. It was a silly thing, but it's remained pure since the day we made it. Neither one of us has broken a sissy swear and I wasn't about to start now.

It was a testament to how far we had come as a couple, how much we had learned from one another. “Do you remember when we first started this?” I asked, my voice carrying a note of nostalgia. “We had so many doubts, so many moments where it felt like we weren’t sure if we’d make it. I remember thinking, ‘Can I really do this? Can we really do this?’”

“Who?” “You! Back when you were just a baby. I remembered how your mom would visit our house with you and Sullivan. You were just an infant back then and I was around—what—four? The elders were talking about how you were growing much faster than the other children, basically the same case as when Sullivan was a kid too.” “Maybe it’s in their blood, huh?” Emily chimed in. “I guess the Youngs are just built differently,” I said while flashing a proud grin.