Youngblood

She was beautiful, she was perfect, and she was with me. I shivered a little as I reached for her hand. Together, we jumped and plunged into the water.

“Oh my god, they were roommates!”

It wasn’t fair that I had to lose her again.

But at the same time, she wasn’t mine to lose. She never had been.

It was Taylor. It had always been Taylor. And I was going to tell her the second I saw her.

That she kept me a secret, and I’d talked myself into believing that I didn’t care, it was hotter that way.

How could Kat love me enough to try to make me feel better, even when she didn’t understand what was wrong, but still not love me?

Other than that I was, as ever, completely in love with her.

It had always been her.

It had always been the two of us.

I’d never kissed anyone the way I kissed her last night.

It wasn’t gay to melt into a pool of jelly when a pretty girl looked at you.

Unless it totally, absolutely was.

Taylor’s was the only rainbow flag in a five-mile radius.