1001 Love Stories Darker

Youth(65)

What are the fucking odds. I've always been a just go with it kinda guy. But that's hard to say.

When I woke up and my 32 year old husband is fucking 17.

Oh god. I think as he casually gets out of bed and walks over to his dresser. He pulls out the same cigarettes he always smokes and walks over to the bathroom.

Ok maybe I'm-

His loud scream cuts me off and I know I'm not tripping.

"Why am I a fucking little shit again!" He screams and I snort hearing his soft voice barely through puberty.

Back then I thought he sounded so cool, but compared to his thick creamy dark voice he developed in his late twenties this was like hearing the squeaks of a toddler.

"Chase wake the- holly fuck!" He says and I sit up letting my long blonde hair fall into my-

Why was my hair stopping at my nose?

I run my hands through my hair and instantly think this child fucking cut it until I see the look of horror on his face.

"Grant what did you do to you fucking cut my hair!" I shout only it sounds like a 28 year old wine mom. Aka how I sounded as a moody highschooler.

I instantly rush to the bathroom and look in the mirror.

"Oh god!" I say feeling the tears before starting to sob.

"Calm down you fucking fag! Cryings not gonna get us; I mean god Chase I don't know why I said that." He says only it's too late in one act of dramatic emotion I collapse sobbing loudly.

*

I still cried as I sat of the bed only for Grant to hand me a cup of tea and sits next to me.

"Grant, I hate us as teens." I say and he rolls his eyes.

"Same! I don't want to be an annoying repressed homophobic 17 year old. the only thing worse then my acne was my daddy issues." He says and I look at him.

My heart fluttering.

Grant was so cool. I think looking at his pierced ears.

Who would have thought he would be bringing me tea in bed and not being repulsed by even being near me.

"Don't fucking look at me like that!" He says turning red and I realize that we were back to acting like we were in high school."

Me over emotional and a super gay.

And him mean and a closeted gay.

We hated each other in highschool and the last thing I wanted to be bothered with was that nightmare.

But that reminds me.

I only smirk before grabbing his face and kissing him.

"Get off me you fag!" He says pushing me away but I only smile.

"Grant we're married, we kiss all the time." I say and he stands up.

"No!" He shouts and I realize that he was definitely turning back into highschool Grant.

I only smile before standing and chasing him around the room only stopping when he slips and I pin his to the ground kissing him.

"Tell me you like it!" I say and he fights me.

"Chase cut it out this isn't funny!" He says and I smile kissing him again.

"Grant your little friend is hard. Should I give you a blow job." I say and he turns crimson.