A Childhood crush
I would walk down the hall everyday and my eyes would find him. My brothers best friend, Kyler.
At 12 years old he was already broad and tall. A little chunky but what boy in our class wasn’t?
I stood at 5’6 at this point and I felt like he towered over me.
He had floppy long hair and a laugh that set the room on fire. I can still hear it echoing.
Everyone wanted to be his friend. Every girl had a crush on him, me included.
We spent every study hall sitting together. The air was always charged between us.
I can still see that smirk on his face when he got in trouble for holding my hand on the table, in class one day.
After that he resorted to wrapping one of my legs between his under the table or pulling one of my legs up on his lap. Our arms were always touching each other slightly.
Any way he could keep contact between us, he would do it. Creating an electric charge but also a calming feeling, that I could never explain. I still can’t.
Everyone just assumed we were together. But technically we weren’t. My brother got in the way of that. Kyler never said anything against it. He wanted the other boys to think that.
He always got so angry when someone would flirt with me.
My brother wrote it off as, him protecting his best friend's sister. How he was so oblivious is beyond me.
I understand not wanting to mess with friendships, so I went along with it. Lots of girls wanted to be friends with me for my brother. So, I knew how it would feel for my brother. After all we were Irish Twins. Sharing everything is what we did. Friends included.
But that never changed the feelings between Kyler and I or how we acted with each other. Not even a little. We still continued to flirt, spend time together and support the other. We just didn't do it around my brother. It was our little secret. Well... us and everyone else playing along with it.
Then summertime rolled around. The connection between us grew almost overnight. He spent so much time at our house that summer. Even if he wasn’t technically there for me, it sure felt like he was.
He was losing his chubbiness. They had been doing small workouts for football over the summer. Wow, what a glow up he was having.
Then they would spend most of the day in our pool. Where I would hang out with my friends almost 24/7. From sunup to sundown. Working on our tans.
One day when my brother was distracted with my mother's request he sat next to me on the pool chair.
“You’re killing me inside. Every day is even harder to not kiss you.” He laughed. His eyes roaming my tan legs.
“Then do it.” I tilted my sunglasses at him.
And he did!!! Our first kiss. One that I have yet to forget. The Fireworks were there. They were undeniable.
Our lips met and I had completely forgotten where I was. Till my friends started to shriek, my brother was coming. Into the pool he jumped, and wow what a sight that was.
One night with my brother asleep, we meet in the basement for a secret rendezvous.
I know what you’re thinking, but you are wrong. We were only 12 and 13 after all that summer.
We were sitting on the couch, my head laying on his lap looking up at his beautiful face while he ran his fingers through my long hair. Talking about everything under the sun. Generally, just enjoying being together, like normal.
“You’re beautiful.” He said as he played with my hair between his fingers. “I wish you were mine.”
I smirked up to him. “I can be! My heart is definitely yours.”
We interlocked fingers and he kissed me so hard and for so long. It felt like hours, even though it wasn’t. Sealing the deal, knowing we both wanted the same thing.
That is how we spent most of our time. Constantly wanting more time with the other during the day and cuddling up at night. Texting 24/7 when he wasn’t around.
He was my best friend, and I was so happy that it was him who was my first kiss and first relationship.
Summer BBQ's, birthday parties and holidays brought us together so often I never missed having him around. Our families seemed to grow closer that year.
And no one was any wiser, to us.
Looking back now, I don't know why I didn't see it or why no one talked about it. We were together for everything. How did everyone just forget to mention what was coming. So many secrets our parents had from all of us.
