Did you catch Monday's Feature of Comicality's story, If Memory Serves? If you missed his submission to the Anniversary anthology (or the other great stories) check out the preview in the excerpt I chose below and then go read the rest!! 

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At seventeen, I’d like to think that I’m a bit wiser, a bit more comfortable with who I am, and a little more savvy when it came to talking to boys that I liked. But I won’t lie and say that he doesn’t still make me nervous whenever our eyes connect. Because, while I’m still inexperienced in the realm of sex and sensuality...I can’t help but to think of Sawyer as my first love. In a lot of ways, he really was. You know?

So...why is he not acknowledging our other anniversary, tonight? The one where we, like...got together and...

“These things have a pretty strong kick to them. Geez!” He said, breaking my concentration. “How many have you had?”

“Ummm...this is just my second one. I’ve been trying to savor them for a bit though. My mom would kill me if she found out I was drinking, hehehe!” I said.

“Just two? Damn, Josh...I think this is my fourth already. You need to catch up.”

“I’m pretty sure that falling flat on my face is going to give me away, dude.” I grinned. “Besides, I just like hanging out with you, Sawyer. I don’t want to cut it short by passing out on you.”

“You’re a cheap date then? I can dig that?” He said, and he used his fingers to push some of his sandy blond locks out of his eyes. Everything that he did was so cute to me that I often found myself frozen with an infatuated stare, craving just a touch of him to make sure that he was still real. You have no idea how much I’ve longed to be close to him again. His absence was a bit of a painful experience, and the only thing that kept me going was my heart’s belief in the promise that we’d eventually be able to see each other again. This moment. Even if it was just a few bottles of sugary alcohol sweets and casual conversation. I’ll take it. When it came to being with Sawyer, I’ll take whatever I can get.

“So...three years, huh?” He said with a tilted grin. “Time flies, am I right?”

“Yeah...hardly seems like it’s been that long at all.” I said, hoping to keep my nervous jitters to a minimum so he wouldn’t be able to hear the tremble in my voice.

“What have you been up to all this time? I mean, you grew pretty tall. Heh...you were a skinny little twerp when we first met.”

“I wasn’t that little.” I giggled. “Besides, it’s not like I was gonna stay fourteen forever.”

“I know. No hate. Just...I think it’s cool that you grew up. We both did. Your voice is crazy deep now too. Hehehe!” He said, and our eye contact lingered for just a split second longer than normal, causing me to blush and turn away as I felt myself wiggling in my own skin. “Have you learned to hate high school yet?”

I shrugged one shoulder, “It’s not so bad. I pretty much just keep to myself, anyways. I’m pretty much invisible in that place.”

“Lucky you.” He said. “I think I’m a lot more visible than I ever wanted to be. It’s far from being a blessing. Trust me.” He said, pressing the bottle to those precious lips of his.

“Oh? What did you do?” I smirked.

“Let’s just say that I put myself...’on display’ before I was ready. I’ll leave it at that.” He brushed his blond hair out of his eyes a second time and looked at me to see if I had maybe gleaned some sort of understanding for what he was telling me. The weird thing is...I think I actually did...but my brain put up a wall of denial that kept me from accepting the possibility that such a thing could be true.

There was something about that idea that I wasn’t really ready to handle yet.

It really just brought me back to that night all over again. The night when we camped outside in that tent away from everybody else. The night of my very first kiss. The night that I...well...sort of lost my virginity to another boy.

Sort of...

I know that it sounds kind of cliché to say that it just sort of ‘happened’, but to be totally honest...it really did. 

 

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