You Live In My Memories

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imed me for her. The feelings were unimaginable. Never have I ever once remotely felt my body and soul light up.

d with my friends. No matter the number of acquaintances I have or those that wanted to

lt that what I had for her was love, who knows? But there was a time she was include

into one another's lives at age eleven. We bo

nted each o

than brothe

y case a

vy blonde hair whose father transferred him to m

nd since most of his jobs come out of Se

he looked at a picture of his mom. He didn't know I was about to enter his room. I stepped back away from his door and slid to the floor against the wall listening t

ith his rugged features, charcoal black hair and chameleon green eyes that shift to different shades of green depending on how he's feeling. You would never bel

I would do anythin

end should be, then Dario is the bane of my existe

se. "Do you like me? Circle yes or no. I like you and Dario. Passing the note to Dario, he read it and looked at me. I watched as he traced the hearts with his index finger. The

the first time Karlee Wilson, an eighth grade cheerleader, followed me to the outside of the boy's restroom during class time and asked, "Do you think I'm pret

taller, facial softness now beginning to disappear as my voice began to take on a huskiness.

me. Everything about me developed, and

, and I was getting hard-ones with gir

itioned me for the f

ve. The adorations, the praises, the calls, the girls

noticed that instead of looking at my eyes, 1 find the eyes of gir

ith all their flirting, but I wasn'

transformed itself. I became more lean and muscular. My shoulders broadened, and my now defined ab muscles pulled my torso in tight which had the female popu

ol. The hierarchy. When we walked the halls or entered the cafeteria together, it was almost comical. People would stop talking and move on th

t year. She was a senior, and she did the four of us at

perience that it's better if you're in love

were almost an every

s offered and

ught they were the privileged girls that could touch our package, and maybe get us to sex th

orced when she was five, and they decided it was in Calistarn best interest to

her mother's car for her first day of school here. Her lustrous auburn hair with strands of dark mahogany reminded me of a deep red suns

stayed home and cared for the family. We celebrated at the Space Needle. My friends were Invited. I brought Calista with me, and

g well until one day they decided to end their

myself. She followed Dario's every move when she thought no one was watching

epped up my training befor

I had a knack for welding. I had a thing for rigging and welding together parts for a

y came and went a couple of weeks

e given a chance for a first fight, I had to wait until I was eighteen. 1 got k

ade from side-bets we

nd I were doing better than ever. I never saw her longin

m things. When we graduated high school Everett and Gage were already ei

rted college during the winter quarter: she had no clue what she wanted to major in. She didn't rush and declare a major. She did things at her pace. At n

g call. We didn't mind. The overtime along with holiday pay had me roaring to work that eve. It was supposed to be an overnight

got back soone

s with a girl

gir

sta's car was in my driveway. I pounded my steer

Dario's room with music, loud moans and giggling coming through his walls. I didn't bother letting them kn

ay, and she looked thoroughly fucked, with only his shirt on her and him in boxers. We watched as they kissed each

ment ring that laid at the back of my drawer waiting for tomorrow, wanting to

n and out of the gr

lider open, and we walked in. I didn't want to hear their e

b all your shit and leave. You're NOT welco

down. Making him shift eye contact away from me. "When. Did. You.

now." He shrugged like he didn't f

y body bristle, twisting and clenching. My hands fi

nto my pants, bro?! My dick did the talking. I'm sorry, okay? It meant n

lue. It felt like I was drowni

d, yelling at the top of my lungs as I swiftly hopped over the island counter and shoved Dario against the wall jamming my elbow into his neck. I twisted his arm behind him and dragged him to th

pumping the rush of adrenaline through my veins, making me breathe out in heavy b

ario. And Calista would

fter. One week of fun in the sun. Clubbing, drinking, and girls. Who the f

n't see Calista again for almost eight months. Until

mmer walked