Letters To Auden

Dear Auden, do you remember this?

"Denny, are you sure we're allowed to be out this late?"

You just rolled his eyes. Your signature action.

"Loosen up Emery Jones" A smirk playing on your beautiful lips. I mimicked your expression

"Of course Auden O'Kinsley"

You groaned in defeat.

"Low blow Em, low blow"

My smirk turned to a look of confusion

"What's a low blow?" I asked

"I don't know, Ken uses it all the time" You replied.

"Oh, well why do you want me here?" I was curious

"Well..." you bit your lip and hesitated

"Shoot" I said, mimicking a gun.

You then proceeded to tell me how your brother Ken had his first kiss when he was nine and how you wanted to beat him, just this once.

"Well, what do you want me to do?" I asked, oblivious

You sighed at my blonde-ness and leaned forward to give me a hesitant kiss. It felt as if we were meant to do that, that we were meant to be. We pulled apart and you were still dazed. A mirror image of my expression i'm sure. But of course then we remembered that we were eight, and the opposite sex still had cooties.

And at the same time, making us erupt in laughter and wake up his parents, we yelled:
"GROSS!"

I knew from then that we were syncronized somehow and we would always be connected. Somehow.