Started When We Were Younger Novels & Stories

We embraced the responsibility that came with our knowledge and position, using it to uplift others and make a difference in the lives of those who needed it most. As we stood on the precipice of the unknown, we looked back at the winding path we had traversed, acknowledging the hardships and triumphs that had shaped us. We were no longer the feeble, destitute girl and the aspiring entrepreneur who had embarked on this journey. We had evolved into powerful, independent individuals, bound together by a love that had withstood the greatest of trials.

I quirked my lips, "Well... When we were 12, I and Charlie went to an anime expo for the first time-" "Ancient ones Vanch." Dean laughed, "Older!" "Well... There was this one time when we were 4, we tried playing the piano for the very first time. I remembered it because my ear got hurt very badly." I smiled, remembering the piece Charlie was trying to play. Mary Had A Little Lamb. "Why is Charlie in all your memories, Vanch?" Dean asked, making me shrug my shoulders. "We literally grew up with each other. We were also literally best friends ever since we were still in our mothers' womb." I grinned, "My mom and his mom were besties since they were young too." I explained, "So we literally kn

It all started when I was about 12 years old. I was an average boy, meaning I was not well endowed, nor was I into sports or school. When I was 1 year old, our family moved to a remote mountain town. The nearest neighbor was literally over am mile away. Tall pine trees littered the landscape that made for a great playground for a young man to grow up in.

That was the division of labor that had existed since before I was born and nobody had ever questioned it, because it worked. Sixteen years of this. Sixteen September fourteenths in Jake’s backyard, give or take the one we did at our house because Jake’s porch was being redone and the one we did at a park when we were all seven and everyone agreed it was a mistake and we never did it again.

I said. Adriano was quiet. I expected him to react immediately, but he didn't. He simply nodded. “We loved each other when we were young,” I continued. “I don't even know when it started. I think we were just children when we first became close.” I looked out of the window.“My mother and his father got married when we were young. After that, we became one family. At first, everything was normal. We were just two kids living in the same house.”

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. √√

It was a survival mechanism, a shell I had grown to protect the soft, bruised parts of myself. It had all started when I was six years old. The memories of that time were hazy, like a dream seen through thick fog, but I remembered when the owner of our orphanage had changed. That was when the food grew scarce, the blankets grew thin, and the laughter of the children died out.

We were a unit, a force to be reckoned with, facing life's challenges side by side. Growing up, we were mischievous, always pushing boundaries and exploring the world around us. Whether it was climbing trees, spying on our neighbors, or venturing into forbidden territories, we were always in it together. There was an unspoken understanding among a promise that we would face any obstacles united and fearless.

he suddenly uttered on the line, cutting me off and that made me stunned. We were best of friends since we are still toddlers as both of our parents are close with each other. We grew up almost seeing every day. We played, ate, laughed, slept, cried, and shared all of our firsts together. We always have each other’s back . . . before.

We moved to a new city, bought a new house, and started over from scratch. It was a fresh start for all of us, and we were determined to make the most of it. We threw ourselves into our new community, made new friends, and started building a new life together. And although we would never forget the trials and tribulations that we had been through, we knew that we were stronger for having gone through them together.