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“You’re my best friend.”
“Let’s be best friends forever.”
“Deal.”
I smiled, realizing it was us, a moment from our history when we sealed the friendship with pinky promises and Ring Pops.
Walking a few steps more, I found the next one. It was two people under the stars, sleeping in a tent. And I knew it had to be from our first time. The girl was asleep, but the boy watched her, hearts in his eyes.
“I’ll love you forever.”
A tear escaped at the words, and I kept going, needing to know what they all said. The following picture was the next morning, a girl on a table talking on a phone, a boy half out of the tent, a look of pain on his face.
“I think it’s best we just be friends.”
Oh no. Simon must’ve overheard my conversation and assumed it was about him. My heart picked up, and I ran to the next one.
The girl had a look of pain on her face as she faced the boy.
“Lennox, I like boys.”
Quickly, I kept walking, grabbing them up. Hope wanted to fill my heart at what this could mean, but uncertainty and fear warred within making me squash it. The following picture had two blocks of when we were older, and I was going on a date in one.
“I hope he likes me.”
“He will. You’re the best, Lenn.”
The second one was Simon supposedly talking to my date. Si had his hand on his shirt, threatening him up against a wall.
“If you can’t give her everything, you better walk away now, or you’ll not like it when my fists meet your face.”
That cheeky little son of a bee sting! He’d threatened them away! A heat rose up as well as I thought about how sexy it was at the same time.
Walking to the next, I found a picture of Simon looking at me, heart emojis coming out of his eyes again, but I was oblivious as we did our everyday things.
There was one more, and I grabbed it, hoping it would be the answer. But this one wasn’t a picture. Just a note.
Lenn,
I thought I could handle just being your friend, that I would get over it. I haven’t. I don’t think I can. I think of telling you a thousand times a day. But I don’t. If you want me to leave, I will, but I couldn’t spend another moment without you knowing the truth. I do like boys, Lenn. But not only boys, I like girls too, or well, one girl. If you can deal with this, I’m waiting in my room.
Simon.
Dropping it all, the papers scattered to the floor, and I rushed to his door. I was prepared to bust in and throw myself at him, but something halted me, insecurity most likely, and I paused instead. Knocking softly, I waited for him to answer. When the door swung open, my doubt left me as I took in Simon. My Simon, the one of my childhood, his face open, yearning, and hopeful. I hadn’t realized how much he’d hidden, and I hated myself a little bit for not realizing it sooner. How many years had we missed out on due to misunderstanding and miscommunication? On fear?
Words were no longer needed as we crashed into one another, the longing and hope reflected on both of our faces now. Our barriers were gone, and we finally saw each other fully. It was the very epitome of a kiss scene from all my favorite movies wrapped into one.
Simon grabbed my face and kissed me, and I practically swooned at the magnetism we shared. It hadn’t felt like this before. Then it had been the kiss of two kids, inexperienced and unsure. Now, Simon kissed me like a man possessed, like a man who’d been denied his favorite thing for over ten years. His tongue tangled with mine, swirling in tandem as we danced. It was sweet and sexy, the perfect combination of Simon.
I started pushing him forward, no longer wanting to be standing. He went willingly, his legs hitting the bed, and he stumbled down. Taking the opportunity, he pulled back and glanced at me.
“Does this mean what I want it to mean?”
“If you’re asking if I love you forever too, then yes, all the yeses. But you gotta know one thing, Si. I wasn’t talking about you on the phone.”
“You weren’t? But I thought?” He laughed, shaking his head. “You know what, I don’t even care anymore. I have you in my arms, and that’s what I want to focus on.”
Kissing him again, I pushed him back on the bed, forcing him to scoot back. Straddling his waist, I let myself sink onto his lap, feeling the evidence of his arousal now. I rocked forward, not able to help myself. Letting go of his lips, I remembered what I wanted to ask him.
