chanted to myself as I stepped to the microphone, coming into view of the crowd for the first time. The stage lights blinded me as I heard people start whistling.
Damn Frankie and this fucking dress.
I felt absolutely ridiculous wearing something like this at The Point when the guys got to wear jeans and worn t-shirts. I’d rather be wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Tugging on the illegal dress trying to hide my thighs that were in clear view and I was almost positive my ass was hanging out the back by the draft I was feeling. I don’t even want to know what Shane would say later. Probably yell at me for showing too much skin.
If I thought about it, I’d have to make some type of connection with my love for Grayson and his abrupt departure with the state of my life today. Had Grayson stayed, I’m sure we’d still be together to this day and Shane wouldn’t even be a blip on my radar. I would have never met him.
Grayson was the love of my life who left me to face every fear alone without so much as a backwards glance. And, now, here I was facing my biggest fear, albeit slightly intoxicated, all by myself.
Drawing in a deep breath, I did what I said I never would, I went on stage in front of about a hundred people.
At first, it didn’t seem so bad, and then the anxiety started and memories of being in the field before me took over.
My childhood, my life like that photograph was captured in that field. A time when my life made sense.
After about three Jack and Cokes, I was feeling pretty good so I made my way to the field as the band started their warm ups. Sooner than I wanted, Frankie found me again, her arms wrapped around my waist.
“I’m so happy you’re here!” she squealed clinging to my side again. “I missed my little brother.”
Sometimes I hated having two older sisters. Growing up they drove me fucking insane. Times certainly hadn’t changed.
I looked around to see who I knew, subconsciously looking for her. She must have driven separately because I’d yet to see her arrive with anyone. Part of me wanted to ask but I didn’t want to appear too eager, even though I was.
I noticed Kelly in the crowd and she spotted me as well, greeting me with a huge smile and a wave.
Kelly is my oldest sister. We rarely got along, okay, we actually never got along. She was beautiful and she knew it which made her one pretentious bitch at times but she was my sister and I loved her regardless. My parents called her the female version of me. I would not agree with that comparison at all.
She started walking toward me pulling Josh with her when I heard the music I never thought I would hear start. It’d be a miracle if I made it through tonight.
I looked up to the stage…my heart stopped. Evie stepped out wearing that tiny black dress that barely covered her thighs not to mention the back that had a slit all the way down to the top of her ass, exposing her beautiful skin in ways that should have been illegal.
Thanks a lot, Frankie! Way to make this homecoming more difficult for me.
Could she look any more tempting? Here was the woman of my dreams barely wearing anything.
When I looked up at her, she was different, but yet, the same small town innocent girl she was before. My memory of her didn’t do her justice. I wanted to stop time right then and remember every detail about her that I’d missed for so long, knowing, fucking believing, she was the only one who got me though the last three months.
As Evie stood there, she bit down on her lower lip, as she always did when she was nervous. That’s about when I could feel my heart beating in my ears.
Jesus. So goddamn beautiful.
Frankie glanced over at me to see my reaction, apparently pleased with her handiwork she hugged me closer. “Breathe, Grayson,” she whispered in my ear.
I’m fucking trying!
Josh and Kelly finally made their way through the rather large crowd.
“Hey dude,” Josh pulled me into a bear hug, swinging me around like a rag
Damn Frankie and this fucking dress.
I felt absolutely ridiculous wearing something like this at The Point when the guys got to wear jeans and worn t-shirts. I’d rather be wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Tugging on the illegal dress trying to hide my thighs that were in clear view and I was almost positive my ass was hanging out the back by the draft I was feeling. I don’t even want to know what Shane would say later. Probably yell at me for showing too much skin.
If I thought about it, I’d have to make some type of connection with my love for Grayson and his abrupt departure with the state of my life today. Had Grayson stayed, I’m sure we’d still be together to this day and Shane wouldn’t even be a blip on my radar. I would have never met him.
Grayson was the love of my life who left me to face every fear alone without so much as a backwards glance. And, now, here I was facing my biggest fear, albeit slightly intoxicated, all by myself.
Drawing in a deep breath, I did what I said I never would, I went on stage in front of about a hundred people.
At first, it didn’t seem so bad, and then the anxiety started and memories of being in the field before me took over.
My childhood, my life like that photograph was captured in that field. A time when my life made sense.
After about three Jack and Cokes, I was feeling pretty good so I made my way to the field as the band started their warm ups. Sooner than I wanted, Frankie found me again, her arms wrapped around my waist.
“I’m so happy you’re here!” she squealed clinging to my side again. “I missed my little brother.”
Sometimes I hated having two older sisters. Growing up they drove me fucking insane. Times certainly hadn’t changed.
I looked around to see who I knew, subconsciously looking for her. She must have driven separately because I’d yet to see her arrive with anyone. Part of me wanted to ask but I didn’t want to appear too eager, even though I was.
I noticed Kelly in the crowd and she spotted me as well, greeting me with a huge smile and a wave.
Kelly is my oldest sister. We rarely got along, okay, we actually never got along. She was beautiful and she knew it which made her one pretentious bitch at times but she was my sister and I loved her regardless. My parents called her the female version of me. I would not agree with that comparison at all.
She started walking toward me pulling Josh with her when I heard the music I never thought I would hear start. It’d be a miracle if I made it through tonight.
I looked up to the stage…my heart stopped. Evie stepped out wearing that tiny black dress that barely covered her thighs not to mention the back that had a slit all the way down to the top of her ass, exposing her beautiful skin in ways that should have been illegal.
Thanks a lot, Frankie! Way to make this homecoming more difficult for me.
Could she look any more tempting? Here was the woman of my dreams barely wearing anything.
When I looked up at her, she was different, but yet, the same small town innocent girl she was before. My memory of her didn’t do her justice. I wanted to stop time right then and remember every detail about her that I’d missed for so long, knowing, fucking believing, she was the only one who got me though the last three months.
As Evie stood there, she bit down on her lower lip, as she always did when she was nervous. That’s about when I could feel my heart beating in my ears.
Jesus. So goddamn beautiful.
Frankie glanced over at me to see my reaction, apparently pleased with her handiwork she hugged me closer. “Breathe, Grayson,” she whispered in my ear.
I’m fucking trying!
Josh and Kelly finally made their way through the rather large crowd.
“Hey dude,” Josh pulled me into a bear hug, swinging me around like a rag
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