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I looked into those beautiful blue eyes that made my stomach flutter when I was a young sixteen year old. All the memories of Bradyn flushed through my head. I stood up straight, as well as Bradyn. He tried to smile, but I could tell it was hard for him. I tried too and it hurt. “How’re you, Molly?” He asked looking me over, trying to see something different about me. There was a lot of things different about me. My hair was longer and lighter, my breasts got bigger, and I got a lot taller and leaner. His eyes roamed my body. “I’m good, Bradyn.” I said with a little attitude. I was so shocked that I ran into him here. “Why are you in New York?” I asked “I’ve decided to change my life.” He said with a smile. I wasn’t thrilled as he was. I was angry, I was upset, sad, happy all in one. How could he look me in the eyes and act like nothing happened between us? “Oh. That seems nice.” I told him. He looked down at his shoes. He must have gotten taller and cuter. I frowned at the thought of me thinking good things about him. “Molly, I have to go,” He began, “But, I would love to catch up. Dinner?” He asked. My mind raced. What should I say? Yes, No? “Of course. Your place or mine?” I asked. He smiled that great big smile that I Küçükyalı escort bayan remembered. “Mine.” He smiled and wrote down his address on a piece of paper. “See you later, Molly.” He smiled and leaned in and hugged me tight. His scent was almost the same. It was amazing. “See you later Bradyn.” I said back, with a forceful smile. I was totally surprised that I ran into him. I didn’t know what to think. My first love. My first heartbreak. I watched as he walked away and turned the corner. I sighed and began on my way home. My mind was filled with Bradyn. I came to the door of my apartment building. I smiled at the fact that I’m finally home. I walked through the door and began my way up the six staircases. I choose to take the stairs because the elevator scares me and its a lot healthier. After the long walk up the stairs I practically ran to my door to unlock it and get in. I was excited to be home. I don’t think I’ve been this happy to be home. I called my best friend Tony and vented to him what happened today. After the long phone call with my gay best friend I started to get ready for Bradyn. I took a shower, did my hair in cute long waves, and applied make up. I slipped into Escort Kartal my favorite light blue skinny jeans and a simple black tank top. I slid my feet into my red pumps and looked myself in the mirror. I thought I looked pretty darn cute. I began my way over to Bradyn’s around eight. I was nervous. My palms started to sweat and I started to panic. I came to his apartment door and and finally knocked on his door after a few fail tries. I looked down at my red pumps. The door opened and I looked up to see Bradyn’s fresh face. “Hey Molly! Come in.” He said. I smiled and walked into his apartment. It was pretty clean and it seemed pretty big. I looked around and seen pictures of him when he was seventeen. Bad memories. “I’m glad you’re here.” He said with a smile, while walking closer to me. ” I made spaghetti, is that okay?” He asked. I nodded and sat down on his couch. “Would you like wine, water, -” “Wine, please.” I interrupted. He smiled and handed me a glass of wine. I smiled and took a sip. He sat next to me on the couch. The apartment smelled like delicious spaghetti. It was silent and very awkward. “So, when did you move here?” I asked putting the wine glass on the table. “A few months Suadiye escort ago. I moved in with my cousin, Jason. ” He said with a smile. I nodded. I don’t know what to say to him. I’m nervous and scared. “So do you have a boyfriend?” He asked looking into my eyes. Should I tell him yes? “No. I’ve been single since…you.” I said quietly. I wanted to cry right then and there. “Oh. Look, Molly. I’m-” “Don’t say it Bradyn.” I said looking away from him, tears forming in my eyes. “No, Molly. I really am sorry.” I got quiet. I didn’t know what to say next.”Why did you do it?” I finally blurted out. He looked up from his jeans and looked into my eyes. They looked moist and sad. “I-I don’t know exactly know why. It was my first time too, and I was more nervous than you. I was afraid that you would just dump me. I’ve never felt this way about any girl. You’ve been on my mind since it happened. I’ve dreamed about you every night, thought about you every day. I sometimes cried myself to sleep thinking of you in the arms of another man. If I could take it back, I would.” My mind was blank. We both got quiet. “Is that spaghetti done?” I asked trying my hardest from crying. I stood up and walked into the kitchen. Bradyn got up and followed me. “Yeah, actually it should be.” He said while walking past me. “You can sit at the island.” He told me. I did as he said and watched as he drained, sauced and prepared the food with grace. He poured some sauce on my noodles and slid the medium plate towards me, and handed me a new glass of wine.
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