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So she hasn't told heranything about me. Not about how we were mad about each other or about how we checked off each other's first everything.
You mean you left out the part of how I rocked your world?
Wow, that was a terrible line, I'm cringing at myself.
*Colton prays to the texting gods to recall the last message*
Not a chance, the gods reject your request. That will now live eternally as a screenshot and I plan to show at least 69 people. You had more swag in high school, what a shame.
It's hard not to get, well, hard thinking about that magic number. Delaney spread over top of me, her mouth exploring me while my tongue explored her. I adjust the growing dick in my pants, repositioning it to lay flat instead of tenting in my boxers. What she said is true, I did have more game back then. Or at least the moves that got her to pay attention to me back then, and that was all my mind could focus on back then. Some things we never grow out of, clearly.
Fuck
Can you at least tell everyone that I regret it?
Themessage?
Or me?
The idea that she thinks I could ever regret her has me seeing red. She taught me how to go through heartbreak which at the time I was pretty pissed about. But looking back now, I know that our love was true, at least from my side of things if it broke me as hard as it did. But regret it?
I wouldn't take back a single thing.
Except that stupid fucking message.
But everything before that? It made me who I am. And somehow that brought us back together, so I can't say I regret any of it.
I hate the desperation in my words as I type them but this feels all too real, like rubbing salt on a sunburn. If this is a dream, I hate my fucking brain for projecting these emotions on me. Seeing Delaney brought back some shit that I don't think I could handle face to face with her. But behind the screen, without having to see her dark lashes flutter while she tries to avoid eye contact, I can almost forget how broken she made me when she left. I can almost forgive her when she is on the other end of the phone. Forgiving her to her face? That might not come so easily.
"Fore!" My brotherAshton yells to literally no one. We are the only ones on the course, most of the business men and hobbyists starting earlier in the day and already retired to the clubhouse. We aren't those kinds of golfers.
I think it was Lucas, the oldest of the Reeve brother trio, that got into golf first. Ash and I would rag on him constantly for wearing the goofy plaid pants and replacing half of his wardrobe with polo shirts. That was before we realized that the best way to give our brother shit for taking up golf was to actually join him on the course, to witness it firsthand.
And of course Lucas, being the best big brother ever, let us take over his thing. Now, he focuses on trying to keep us civilized while we find the most obnoxious ways to exist on the green. We always end up in laughter so I know he isn't picturing us buried up to our eyeballs in the rough. Or maybe he is and that's why he's smiling.
Ashton thwacks the golf ball, sending it careening towards the green in the distance. We may give Lucas a ton of shit for his love of golf, but we are all surprisingly good at it. Must be the pent up aggression and sexual frustration for me. Ash is good at everything, probably trying to make up for being the youngest. And Lucas, well, he strives for excellenceso there's no doubt in my mind that he frequents the driving range without us knowing to work on his game in peace.
"How did your date go little bro?" Lucas asks, getting his tee set up and polishing his driver.
"It was fine." I'm still trying to figure out how I feel about the date. And seeing Delaney. And the fire of frustration that lit inside of me.
"What are you, my wife? Don't lie and give me that 'it was fine' bullshit. Not like she looked in her pictures? She is secretly a dude? Come on man, my life is boring and drama-free, I need something to gossip about when we get into bed tonight."
I let out a chuckle and I know the pain is starting to show on my face, even though I am trying to hide it. "We ran into Delaney."
You would think that I just revealed I have a third testicle with the shocked faces looking back at me. I can't tell if Lucas hit his ball before I dropped the news, but his attention snapped to me the moment her name crossed my lips.
"As inheartbreak harlotDelaney?" Ashton was super into alliterations when he was a kid. He couldn't find any words mean enough that started with the letter D and my mom would let him use it, so he got creative. Even five years later, my brothers haven't gotten over it either. I nod.
"Oh shit, Olivia is going to go nuts when I tell her," Lucas chimes in.
"Let's keep it between us for now. It means nothing but she is apparently still in town and I don't need word getting back to her that I was talking shit. Seriously guys." My brothers have always had my back. When Idecided to frost my tops, when I wore a wallet with a chain, and I know they will pull through for me now.
Both of them watched me at seventeen slipping deeper into myself when Delaney broke things off. I know it sounds stupid and ridiculous, who falls in love that hard so young? The answer is me. Delaney and I shared something that I fear I will never experience again. You can't take back your firsts, they can't be overwritten like the VHS of the NASCAR race your dad keeps because he might someday rewatch it.
Delaney will forever be the first girl who loved me.
I think I'm going to tell him that I love him today. We have been inseparable all summer and nothing has ever felt like this before. I don't need him, I crave him. I want him around all the time, his presence causing my shoulders to relax and my cheeks sore from smiling. The perfect end to a perfect summer before junior year.
