|𝟑𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃|
In this touching coming of age drama, 𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 goes through life in search of answers that no one can supply him with. When he discovers the source of his pain and the seemingly obvious remedy, he decides to end his own l...
Spin the Bottle is where our troubles came to light. You remember, right? Rachel's birthday party, in the basement, with a used bottle of coke.
You dressed me in blue jeans and a white button up. Old converse that I wouldn't surrender. Bee, you wore a pretty baby blue dress and strappy white sandals. It was so girly, the way you dressed that day. I thought, Wow, she's growing up, my sister. You, my sister Bee.
Giggles and awkward struts were everywhere as we skated around. We all knew why we were down there. And yet, everyone was too scared to make a move.
It was Oscar, of course it was Oscar, to break through the stupid shenanigans. He was the one to bring the bottle down. He was the one to take the first spin.
Oscar and Rachel shared their first kiss as we all gagged at their odd smacking. Their bumbling kiss looked nothing like the suave one's from the movies. I cringed at their display and secretly prayed mine wouldn't be the same.
When your spin landed on me, I breathed a sigh of relief. A kiss with you would be nothing. Would mean nothing too. We closed our eyes and pecked. That was that and nothing more.
For me, that is.
For you, not so much.
Oscar told me later, that you were a little too happy about our kiss. I must've missed that because I was still reeling from the second one I shared that night.
Bee, this is where our problems took root. This is where you started to lose me. Because later on when I told you how much I liked the second kiss, you did the opposite of what I thought you would. You made me feel bad for it. I never thought that you, my sister Bee, could be so cruel to me.
I forgave you later on. But I never forgot. The dark look in your eyes, when you found out I wanted another.
Bee, your letters are almost up. When they're done, know that I'll miss you. Not the you that you are now. No, I can't miss her.
I'll miss the sister that comforted me after death and made bracelets with me all day.
That's the way I'll remember you, ten to twenty years from now, when you're no longer close to being in my life.
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