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told myself she hadn’t.
My daughter was ready for the road trip, and Caitlyn obviously wasn’t. Needless to say, I was still wearing my scrubs and they weren’t black. I decided at that moment that I wasn’t going to change.
“You ready to jet, Caitlyn?” I asked in a light voice.
She leaned up off the bed, giving me a deadpan expression as a response.
I was lucky that I had a best friend slash roommate who wasn’t overly sensitive. She also loved me, which was convenient in all ways thinkable.
“What the hell,” she muttered after a few seconds.
She got off the bed, and we were going on a road trip.
May 24 th , 1997, 12:00a.m.
Willow
I was shaking him. It was a time where he deserved to be shaken.
It was Kennedy’s birthday. He was eighteen years old today. He had been alive for eighteen years, and he was asleep right now.
I made it my mission to change that. I snuck through his window, because I could. His bedroom was on the bottom floor, and he never locked his swingy window. I knew I’d be able to get inside. His mom, Trace, slept on the top floor, and had always been a heavy sleeper. Before Kennedy and I knew what sex was, I would spend the night at his house all the time. We’d watch movies, eat food, and play random kid games. We liked to go outside and ride our bikes, mostly, and at night when Trace was asleep. That was before we built our home, so now that we had our home, it was okay that we couldn’t spend the night at each other’s house anymore. We had our own plans. I wanted to surprise him on his birthday, so I took a chance and snuck through his window. I couldn’t call him. This was the only way.
He groaned and turned so his back was facing me as I sat on the edge of his bed. He was wearing plaid pajama bottoms and a plain T-shirt.
I punched him softly on the left ass cheek, and he muttered a nearly inaudible, “Ow.”
I smirked. “Kennedy, it’s your birthday and it’s time to party like it’s your birthday.”
“What could we possibly do at this time, Will?” he asked gruffly.
“Oh, I don’t know…” I teased, as I lay down on his bed behind him, and hiked a leg over his hip.
“Get you and your estrogen away from my caboose.”
Kennedy was still as a board and his tone had been low, but I hadn’t taken it into consideration at the time. I was just teasing him.
I listened, and sat up on his bed. My feet were dangling just above the floor as I turned my head to look at the back of his. I was relieved when I saw the smile on his face as he turned around on the bed to face me.
“Party like it’s my birthday, you say?” he was whispering, and he looked like he had an idea.
I burrowed my eyebrows and nodded in his direction.
His smile had gotten bigger. “What if I was wearing my birthday outfit, you know? To celebrate this big eighteen.”
“Kennedy…”
“I wouldn’t be alone,” he had cut me off. “You’ll be right there with me.”
He was smirking, and I hadn’t quite understood what he was going on about. He seemed thrilled with the idea he had. “What are you talking about…?” I paused.
“We should go streaking.”
“No, Kennedy.”
“Hear me out, Will,” he urged.
I sighed. “I don’t want you to see me naked, and I don’t want to see you naked.”
He crinkled his face at me as his hand reached the center of his chest. “Ouch. I was thinking you’d be begging to see me naked by now.”
He was sarcastic and he was smiling.
I rolled my eyes. “You said for me to hear you out. So I’ll hear you out.”
He sighed a hopeful sigh. “We can wear blindfolds so we won’t be able to see each other’s birthday elements.”
I hadn’t known how to shut it down successfully. “We won’t be able to see where we’re going, and what’s the point of me being naked if we’re going to be blindfolded? It’s not my birthday, it’s yours.”
He shook the bed by rocking his hips in frustration, while making a small
My daughter was ready for the road trip, and Caitlyn obviously wasn’t. Needless to say, I was still wearing my scrubs and they weren’t black. I decided at that moment that I wasn’t going to change.
“You ready to jet, Caitlyn?” I asked in a light voice.
She leaned up off the bed, giving me a deadpan expression as a response.
I was lucky that I had a best friend slash roommate who wasn’t overly sensitive. She also loved me, which was convenient in all ways thinkable.
“What the hell,” she muttered after a few seconds.
She got off the bed, and we were going on a road trip.
May 24 th , 1997, 12:00a.m.
Willow
I was shaking him. It was a time where he deserved to be shaken.
It was Kennedy’s birthday. He was eighteen years old today. He had been alive for eighteen years, and he was asleep right now.
I made it my mission to change that. I snuck through his window, because I could. His bedroom was on the bottom floor, and he never locked his swingy window. I knew I’d be able to get inside. His mom, Trace, slept on the top floor, and had always been a heavy sleeper. Before Kennedy and I knew what sex was, I would spend the night at his house all the time. We’d watch movies, eat food, and play random kid games. We liked to go outside and ride our bikes, mostly, and at night when Trace was asleep. That was before we built our home, so now that we had our home, it was okay that we couldn’t spend the night at each other’s house anymore. We had our own plans. I wanted to surprise him on his birthday, so I took a chance and snuck through his window. I couldn’t call him. This was the only way.
He groaned and turned so his back was facing me as I sat on the edge of his bed. He was wearing plaid pajama bottoms and a plain T-shirt.
I punched him softly on the left ass cheek, and he muttered a nearly inaudible, “Ow.”
I smirked. “Kennedy, it’s your birthday and it’s time to party like it’s your birthday.”
“What could we possibly do at this time, Will?” he asked gruffly.
“Oh, I don’t know…” I teased, as I lay down on his bed behind him, and hiked a leg over his hip.
“Get you and your estrogen away from my caboose.”
Kennedy was still as a board and his tone had been low, but I hadn’t taken it into consideration at the time. I was just teasing him.
I listened, and sat up on his bed. My feet were dangling just above the floor as I turned my head to look at the back of his. I was relieved when I saw the smile on his face as he turned around on the bed to face me.
“Party like it’s my birthday, you say?” he was whispering, and he looked like he had an idea.
I burrowed my eyebrows and nodded in his direction.
His smile had gotten bigger. “What if I was wearing my birthday outfit, you know? To celebrate this big eighteen.”
“Kennedy…”
“I wouldn’t be alone,” he had cut me off. “You’ll be right there with me.”
He was smirking, and I hadn’t quite understood what he was going on about. He seemed thrilled with the idea he had. “What are you talking about…?” I paused.
“We should go streaking.”
“No, Kennedy.”
“Hear me out, Will,” he urged.
I sighed. “I don’t want you to see me naked, and I don’t want to see you naked.”
He crinkled his face at me as his hand reached the center of his chest. “Ouch. I was thinking you’d be begging to see me naked by now.”
He was sarcastic and he was smiling.
I rolled my eyes. “You said for me to hear you out. So I’ll hear you out.”
He sighed a hopeful sigh. “We can wear blindfolds so we won’t be able to see each other’s birthday elements.”
I hadn’t known how to shut it down successfully. “We won’t be able to see where we’re going, and what’s the point of me being naked if we’re going to be blindfolded? It’s not my birthday, it’s yours.”
He shook the bed by rocking his hips in frustration, while making a small
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