I KNEW I LOVED JAKE FROM THAT FIRST DAY
THE FIRST MINUTE
BUT THIS?
BUT THIS?
THIS WAS FRIGGING AWESOME
HONEST!
That infamous night when I fainted,
I did eventually meet Jake's family...
and as he said, both families became
fast friends instantly.
His mother and me and my mother and Jake's dad and my dad and me and the twins (from jump street giggles, my GOD can those two giggle. Loved them INSTANTLY.
Definitely kindred spirits).
I SWEAR. Those two twits are
cute as buttons
but they GOTTA be
gigglers in their sleep.
cute as buttons
but they GOTTA be
gigglers in their sleep.
His sister Patty went back to college
a couple days later,
but she kewl...
and so is her 'friend' Layla
who had come back with her
from Rhode Island for a couple weeks.
a couple days later,
but she kewl...
and so is her 'friend' Layla
who had come back with her
from Rhode Island for a couple weeks.
Yup.
The twins?
Are 14 and make no sense
cause they HAVE none
of that sense stuff.
Not yet anyway. HAH.
Just ALL giggles and really nuts.
I laugh here, and oh yes. Hyper.
Good God those two, hahaha,
Are 14 and make no sense
cause they HAVE none
of that sense stuff.
Not yet anyway. HAH.
Just ALL giggles and really nuts.
I laugh here, and oh yes. Hyper.
Good God those two, hahaha,
and Jake's parents are about as cool
as mine are...
and they have really hit it off.
as mine are...
and they have really hit it off.
ALL IS GOOD
HOT DAMN.
LOL.
Course I went back to school
in early September
and I let Jake tag along...
hehehe,
his first and last year in this school
and THEN...
I better tell you about 'then'.
That got a bit dicey for a bit,
but first.
Senior year in high school
and Jake and I were a hit.
Yep. Everybody took to him
like ducks to water.
Course I knew they would.
My buds, the track team, the swim team,
every girl within 100mi, all just loved him.
Amazingly, they all seemed genuinely happy
for us and nothing threatening, you know?
No jealousy cause me and Jake?
We were down and kewl, yeh.
I had wondered what all my friends' reaction
would be when they knew the score...
and there was NO way they wouldn't know cause there was NO way I was gonna hide.
Uh Uh. I loved my Jake,
and there was not gonna be
any pretending to the contrary.
Not for nobody.
I figured if I didn't have to hide
how I felt about Jake from my parents
(& I wouldn't)
I sure as HELL wasn't gonna
for a bunch
of snot-nosed high school
seniors,
friends or not.
But I didn't have to, thank God.
I shudda known. MY pals are kewl.
Required yah know. Yup.
"Hey Dusty."
"Yeh?"
"How goes it. Man dude,
you all ready for senior year?
I mean, can you BELIEVE IT?
US, seniors man. Big stuff man."
"Yeh Robbie. Hard to believe we all
got this far, huh."
"YEH YEH, and GEEZ Dustydude.
Guess I don't have to ask how
YOUR
summer went, huh."
"Whatcha mean?"
"What I MEAN? DUUUUUDE.
Your throbbie, Man.
The THROBSTER Jake, man.
FUCKING SHIT DUDE,
what a HOT DAMN hottie, geez.
I mean, Buds.
THAT is one far out HUNKUS!
Dah boys got more sizzle
than a steak house.
I bees happy for yah, Dusty.
Honest. You two the best, man."
HAHAHA.
It went on like that for a bit,
and it really tickled me.
But they were all serious,
and seriously happy for
Jake and me and THAT was
soo kewl.
Like I said,
everybody liked mah Jakey.
We'd go to Pizza Hut or other places,
and we was always mobbed.
Kewl beans, you know?
Jake was a hit on the varsity swim team,
and the track team as well.
Jake was a team player.
One of the reasons
he was so well liked
I could tell for sure was that
Jake had NO ego.
No fucking 'attitude' and no big damn
'oh look at me, I am SOO hot' bullshit.
None of that crap, none.
Yeh, my Jake was really liked
and that made me
sooo damn happy. Damn.
I was so proud of him.
Made me cry sometimes
yah know?
So anyways,
we were doing our thing...
hand-in-hand everywhere.
School, supermarket, wherever.
Nobody cared.
Noticed yup, but cared?
Nope.
Pretty quick it was...
"Oh that's just THEM,"
hahahaha.
Swimming and track meets I was right there, rooting and cheering him on. Bowling, we were a team wonder.
Pool, that was a stitch
cause he would have his arms
around me from behind
which made shooting an adventure, hah,
until I got used to it
and stopped vibrating. HAH.
You get the idea.
We were INSEPARABLE...
and disgustingly love giggly.
That NEVER changd.
But ok here is the THEN part.
The 2nd day of senior year,
Jake and I
got called to the counselors office.
OOPS.
"What we do, honey?"
I whispered to him
"I don't know,"
he whispered back.
"Yeh me either,"
and so we tippytoed
to the front office
fearing the worst.
"Maybe they found out about
that little 'incident'
back in kindergarten, Jake.
I AM RUINED...
MY ENTIRE FUTURE
hanging by a thread here,
SHAMED in front of
you and everyone.
JAAAAAAAAAAKE,"
and he rolled his eyes and
get this. Pushed me into the office.
THE NERVE,
and after making him that
super fab brekkie this morning,
too.
REEEELY!
But, not about that nope.
I was safe, for now.
I HAD ONCE AGAIN...
TRIUMPHE...
What?
OK OK.
"HEY GUYS,"
which was Mr. Harrington's
feeble attempt at conviviality
or congenialty or...
"HEY," Jake and I said,
in unison as usual...
like any two normal OMG
in love
16yo twits who were
DAMN NEAR IDENTICAL TWINS
(made easier by hanging out
with his brothers) would.
"Guys, got the paperwork here.
Gotta get this done, OK?
Which colleges you young hotties going to?"
I adopted my
"Oh please" look
which he never caught on to
thank God but then...
"UH, which college?"
"Yeh.
Gotta get the scholarship stuff done.
Sorry,
should have done this
end of last year."
"Uh...ok. Stanford," I said
while Jake simultaneously said
"Boston U,"
and we looked at each other.
"STANFORD?"
he said while I said
"BOSTON U?"
and we sat looking dumbfounded.
I was heartsick and for good reason.
FOUR TO FIVE YEARS
BEING WITHOUT MY JAKEY?
NO WAY JOSE.
But...
"Mr Harrison, give us until tomorrow PLEASE,"
Jake said quickly.
I think he saw my reaction
and wanted to avoid a
complete melt-down.
YEH RIGHT.
LIKE I EVER EVER HAVE THOSE.
(shut up you).
"Yeh, at least I thought so,
and I also felt like barfing.
BIG TIME
OVER THE RAIL BARFING.
GOD DAMN DUDE...
Boston U?
GEEZ.
Course I went back to school
in early September
and I let Jake tag along...
hehehe,
his first and last year in this school
and THEN...
I better tell you about 'then'.
That got a bit dicey for a bit,
but first.
Senior year in high school
and Jake and I were a hit.
Yep. Everybody took to him
like ducks to water.
Course I knew they would.
My buds, the track team, the swim team,
every girl within 100mi, all just loved him.
Amazingly, they all seemed genuinely happy
for us and nothing threatening, you know?
No jealousy cause me and Jake?
We were down and kewl, yeh.
I had wondered what all my friends' reaction
would be when they knew the score...
and there was NO way they wouldn't know cause there was NO way I was gonna hide.
Uh Uh. I loved my Jake,
and there was not gonna be
any pretending to the contrary.
Not for nobody.
I figured if I didn't have to hide
how I felt about Jake from my parents
(& I wouldn't)
I sure as HELL wasn't gonna
for a bunch
of snot-nosed high school
seniors,
friends or not.
But I didn't have to, thank God.
I shudda known. MY pals are kewl.
Required yah know. Yup.
"Hey Dusty."
"Yeh?"
"How goes it. Man dude,
you all ready for senior year?
I mean, can you BELIEVE IT?
US, seniors man. Big stuff man."
"Yeh Robbie. Hard to believe we all
got this far, huh."
"YEH YEH, and GEEZ Dustydude.
Guess I don't have to ask how
YOUR
summer went, huh."
"Whatcha mean?"
"What I MEAN? DUUUUUDE.
Your throbbie, Man.
The THROBSTER Jake, man.
FUCKING SHIT DUDE,
what a HOT DAMN hottie, geez.
I mean, Buds.
THAT is one far out HUNKUS!
Dah boys got more sizzle
than a steak house.
I bees happy for yah, Dusty.
Honest. You two the best, man."
HAHAHA.
It went on like that for a bit,
and it really tickled me.
But they were all serious,
and seriously happy for
Jake and me and THAT was
soo kewl.
Like I said,
everybody liked mah Jakey.
We'd go to Pizza Hut or other places,
and we was always mobbed.
Kewl beans, you know?
Jake was a hit on the varsity swim team,
and the track team as well.
Jake was a team player.
One of the reasons
he was so well liked
I could tell for sure was that
Jake had NO ego.
No fucking 'attitude' and no big damn
'oh look at me, I am SOO hot' bullshit.
None of that crap, none.
Yeh, my Jake was really liked
and that made me
sooo damn happy. Damn.
I was so proud of him.
Made me cry sometimes
yah know?
So anyways,
we were doing our thing...
hand-in-hand everywhere.
School, supermarket, wherever.
Nobody cared.
Noticed yup, but cared?
Nope.
Pretty quick it was...
"Oh that's just THEM,"
hahahaha.
Swimming and track meets I was right there, rooting and cheering him on. Bowling, we were a team wonder.
Pool, that was a stitch
cause he would have his arms
around me from behind
which made shooting an adventure, hah,
until I got used to it
and stopped vibrating. HAH.
You get the idea.
We were INSEPARABLE...
and disgustingly love giggly.
That NEVER changd.
But ok here is the THEN part.
The 2nd day of senior year,
Jake and I
got called to the counselors office.
OOPS.
"What we do, honey?"
I whispered to him
"I don't know,"
he whispered back.
"Yeh me either,"
and so we tippytoed
to the front office
fearing the worst.
"Maybe they found out about
that little 'incident'
back in kindergarten, Jake.
I AM RUINED...
MY ENTIRE FUTURE
hanging by a thread here,
SHAMED in front of
you and everyone.
JAAAAAAAAAAKE,"
and he rolled his eyes and
get this. Pushed me into the office.
THE NERVE,
and after making him that
super fab brekkie this morning,
too.
REEEELY!
But, not about that nope.
I was safe, for now.
I HAD ONCE AGAIN...
TRIUMPHE...
What?
OK OK.
"HEY GUYS,"
which was Mr. Harrington's
feeble attempt at conviviality
or congenialty or...
"HEY," Jake and I said,
in unison as usual...
like any two normal OMG
in love
16yo twits who were
DAMN NEAR IDENTICAL TWINS
(made easier by hanging out
with his brothers) would.
"Guys, got the paperwork here.
Gotta get this done, OK?
Which colleges you young hotties going to?"
I adopted my
"Oh please" look
which he never caught on to
thank God but then...
"UH, which college?"
"Yeh.
Gotta get the scholarship stuff done.
Sorry,
should have done this
end of last year."
"Uh...ok. Stanford," I said
while Jake simultaneously said
"Boston U,"
and we looked at each other.
"STANFORD?"
he said while I said
"BOSTON U?"
and we sat looking dumbfounded.
I was heartsick and for good reason.
FOUR TO FIVE YEARS
BEING WITHOUT MY JAKEY?
NO WAY JOSE.
But...
"Mr Harrison, give us until tomorrow PLEASE,"
Jake said quickly.
I think he saw my reaction
and wanted to avoid a
complete melt-down.
YEH RIGHT.
LIKE I EVER EVER HAVE THOSE.
(shut up you).
"Yeh, at least I thought so,
and I also felt like barfing.
BIG TIME
OVER THE RAIL BARFING.
GOD DAMN DUDE...
Boston U?
GEEZ.
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