My Works

Saturday Night (Lorenzo Berkshire)

the clock struck 8pm. I won't lie saying I wasn't nervous, because I was, I was very nervous.
my parents had recently become in touch with enzo's parents again after 5 years of no communication, so now I was getting ready in my room to hang out with them.
enzo and I met when we were kids. he was slightly older than me but we were both in elementary school. our parents immediately became friends so we started hanging out quite often.
enzo had always been very sweet with me but also a pain in the ass. since we were kids, we often argued and we almost even hit each other once. though, I cared about him and I guess he cared about me too. through time enzo and I grew up and became distant — we stopped playing together and we began to hang out once every two months at best.
once we started high school, we lost touch and so did our parents.
I often thought about him. I quite missed his presence as he had filled a good part of my childhood memories. the only thing I had left of him was a necklace he got me the last time we hung out — it had a little swan as a charm and I was completely in love with it. I found myself touching it every now and then, in an attempt to feel enzo's presence with me again.
"y/n! are you ready, honey?" my mom called out from outside — she was already in the car.
"I'm coming!" I said out of the window, rolling my eyes in annoyance.
I glanced at myself in the mirror one more time to check if I looked good. I didn't know why, but I felt the need to look good. then I grabbed my purse and headed out fidgeting my house keys.
once outside, I closed the door behind me, I locked it, and then I spotted my parent's car. I saw my father looking at me up and down through the window, his gaze not much approving of my outfit — I was wearing a fancy black dress, elegant and delicate. it was quite long, but not too long, and had a wide neckline that showed my cleavage and my boobs which perfectly sat there.
I approached their car and got in. "hi."
my father sighed, almost sounding like he grunted. my mom, on the other hand, turned around and smiled at me. "are you excited?"
"a bit, yeah."
"enzo will have turned into a handsome man by now, don't you think?" she teased.
"mom." I warned.
"just saying."
my dad started the car and I put my headphones on, ready to get lost in my fantasy world as I watched the real one out of my window.
I didn't want to admit it, but I did feel something odd in my stomach... like butterflies? impossible. enzo and I had only been friends and nothing else. besides he wasn't even my type — for what I could remember from the last time we met. I sighed and accepted the fact the hangout would have been quite awkward.

(skip time)

my dad pulled over and we all got out of the car. the light of the streetlights surrounding me caught my attention, making me look up and see the dark sky of the night. I loved that feeling.
"cover up." my dad walked past me looking down at my cleavage. I knew my dress wasn't so appropriate, but I didn't have many dresses in my closet.
I grabbed my purse and closed the car door before following my parents into the bar where my and enzo's parents agreed on meeting.
the bar from the outside looked really good — there were a few glass tables and small dark red armchairs probably made of velvet. there were some people already, drinking and chatting, and enjoying each other's company. the dim lights were placed on the tables, followed by some candles as well, creating a cozy and elegant atmosphere for the whole bar.
my parents walked in first, making me snap back to reality. I followed them inside, realizing the big moment had come. my eyes lazily roamed over the room scanning it to spot enzo and his parents, but they weren't there yet. we decided to get back out and sit at one of the tables outside that I had previously spotted. as we settled down, my mom spoke.
"are you nervous?"
in the meantime, I calmed down. I mean, it was just a reunion, right?
"I'm fine, actually." I replied nonchalantly, both because it was a bit true, and because I still needed to convince myself of it.

(skip time)

I looked at my watch on my left wrist, which showed it was already 9:45pm. the meeting should've been at 9:30, but I let out a huff.
before I could complain to my parents, who were busy on their phones, my attention shifted to the three figures approaching us from afar — enzo and his parents.
his mom and dad still looked the same, slightly older, obviously. and enzo... wait, that was enzo? he looked way taller than the last time, his hair was still brown but he had changed haircut as it seemed more like a sort of mullet with a few strands falling down on his forehead, he was grinning and looking in our direction as he got closer, making me appreciate his outfit as well — his black t-shirt amazingly hugged his torso, highlighting his abs and chest, long black pants fell down his legs matching his t-shirt, and the shoes as well, but not his belt which was brown and silvery.
oh my goodness.
I would've said it wasn't him, but the way he was smirking with his eyes made me recognize him without a doubt. that was my childhood friend lorenzo berkshire.
"my god, hi." my mother stood up hugging enzo's mom. my father stood up too, saying hi to his dad and shaking his hand. enzo stared at me as I stared at him back. he nodded as if he wanted to say hi to me as well, and I smiled in return.
"you grew up so much!" my mom caressed enzo's cheek, making him slightly blush. enzo glanced at the ground, trying his best to seem polite in dodging my parents' touching. after that, enzo's parents' attention turned to me, admiring how I had grown up as well. (I will let up on this for your sake).
we all sat down around the table, the seats felt so comfortable. my and enzo's parents started talking, happy to finally meet each other again, as enzo looked at me — I felt his eyes wandering on my figure so much that it seemed like his gaze was burning my skin. after a couple of seconds, I looked up, seeing his eyes, which shifted quickly from my cleavage to meet mine. I smiled and he smiled back, rubbing the back of his head. as he did so, I could finally have a better look at his silver bracelet that made his wrist look delicate and sexy.
"hey." he broke the silence, he was sitting right next to me.
"hi." I said back, eyeing him up a bit.
"how's your life going?" he asked as he propped his head on his hand and turned his attention to me.
"good, good... yours?"
"same." he eyed me back up, scanning my figure in my tight dress. his tongue licked his upper lip subtly.
our conversation went going for half an hour and it was totally awkward. not because enzo and I had nothing to talk about, but because I kept feeling his gaze on me all the time — every single movement I did, even the slightest, he looked. to finally break the moment was enzo's mother.
"you grew up so much... I still remember you playing with my enzo at the playground." she said with a hint of nostalgia in her voice. I smiled at her words. she had always been so sweet.
in the meantime we had already ordered our drinks — enzo had ordered some martini and I had decided to get the same. the bartender brought the beverages to us a few minutes later and we started sipping them as I kept sharing words with enzo's parents.
"do you have a boyfriend now?" enzo asked me. his voice had lowered a bit not to let our parents hear us too much as they began to talk to each other once again, shifting their attention away from us two.
"no. do you have a girlfriend?"
"no."
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I couldn't understand why, but I felt relieved by the news of him still being single. I felt... possessive over him? as we kept chatting I couldn't help letting my eyes fall on his hands several times as he gestured while speaking, even his hands grew up with him — they were veiny now, bigger than the last time we saw each other, and each finger had at least one ring.
"you sure you're single? no guy drooling over you?" he said out of the blue, his eyebrows furrowed, interrupting the speech he was giving a few seconds before.
"yeah, I'm sure. what's wrong?" I chuckled.
"I hardly believe a pretty thing like you hasn't got a nice boyfriend."
"well, guess what..." I sarcastically spoke and we both laughed.
but then he suddenly stopped, becoming all serious as his eyes stayed on me. I looked at him with a confused expression and I calmed down, finishing to laugh as well.
"I'm glad to hear that. you're still my friend, aren't you?" he spoke lowly, marking the word 'my' with his voice while his hand wandered on my bare thigh.
I nodded, not understanding what was happening. his touch gave me shivers.
he backed up, now fully focusing on my parents who started asking him questions, yet his hand stayed on my thigh — his thumb caressed my skin every now and then as his other fingers squeezed it.
I didn't know what to think of it but I definitely enjoyed his touch and I didn't want him to stop whatever he had in mind.