Sequel: Over and Done ›
Status: Over and Done.
Chasing Chaos
Two brothers. Two summers. Two stories.
One me.
Just out of curiosity, I asked Tom if there was ever a time he thought of me in that way. He’d told me very plainly that he might have eventually, if things had been different. And I knew what he meant immediately. He meant he might have eventually thought of me that way if things had been different with Oli and me. I thought about this, considered it very carefully, and I realized I felt the same. I probably would have ended up with Tom. We were perfectly trusting of one another. We could spend days upon days together and never grow tired of it. We knew all there was to know about the other. He was sweet and caring and I adored him with every inch of me.
And I knew he was right. Eventually, we would have been more. If things had been different.
But as things stood, he was my best friend. Always would be just that. No regrets.
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“Yeh can’t do tha’ to people! ‘S not fair.”
“Do wha?”
“Kiss ‘em. Make ‘em think things. It’s not fuckin’ fair. Yeh think that yeh can get away with anythin’ yeh please. An’ it may have worked when I were sixteen, Oliver Sykes, but I’m not a child anymore. I know better now. I won’ believe yer fuckin’ fake genuine kisses a second time.”
“Fake?”
“Yeh’d think yeh woulda grown outta it by now. Stopped fuckin’ around with people’s emotions. Guess not.”
His mouth was gapping open, stunned.
“See yeh later.”
“Savanna…”
“Wha?”
“Yeh don’ get it, do yeh?”
“Apparently not.”
One me.
Just out of curiosity, I asked Tom if there was ever a time he thought of me in that way. He’d told me very plainly that he might have eventually, if things had been different. And I knew what he meant immediately. He meant he might have eventually thought of me that way if things had been different with Oli and me. I thought about this, considered it very carefully, and I realized I felt the same. I probably would have ended up with Tom. We were perfectly trusting of one another. We could spend days upon days together and never grow tired of it. We knew all there was to know about the other. He was sweet and caring and I adored him with every inch of me.
And I knew he was right. Eventually, we would have been more. If things had been different.
But as things stood, he was my best friend. Always would be just that. No regrets.
----
“Yeh can’t do tha’ to people! ‘S not fair.”
“Do wha?”
“Kiss ‘em. Make ‘em think things. It’s not fuckin’ fair. Yeh think that yeh can get away with anythin’ yeh please. An’ it may have worked when I were sixteen, Oliver Sykes, but I’m not a child anymore. I know better now. I won’ believe yer fuckin’ fake genuine kisses a second time.”
“Fake?”
“Yeh’d think yeh woulda grown outta it by now. Stopped fuckin’ around with people’s emotions. Guess not.”
His mouth was gapping open, stunned.
“See yeh later.”
“Savanna…”
“Wha?”
“Yeh don’ get it, do yeh?”
“Apparently not.”