The Boys of Summer

1.

My mother always said to be polite to everyone. She always said that it wasnt my job to judge anyone who stepped into our land. Her words always commanded me around as if I had no choice but to follow instead of having to be talked out about my problems again.

I, Charles Xavier is a very unpredictable and independent man. I dont like it when my parents boss me around and I never even like having them around whenever im alone. I find my own parents discouraging and very intense to even look at. Even the mailman wouldnt look them in the eyes whenever he came by to drop off the letters.

My parents are the reason why I couldnt see more of Alex Summers, the newspaper boy whom id had some fun with in my bedroom when ma and pa where sleeping. He was cute, blond, and loved listening to Bryan Ferry's soft ballads while he fucked me roughly against the wall. I had a keen liking for him for a while.

But then he never came by over the past months and he hadnt answered my calls whenever I tried to contact him. Then as days passed, my hopes of seeing him again had dissipated slowly over time. Alex was now a midspring tale for me. He had shown me how to rewind VHS tapes quickly with a can opener to knowing how to look cool with shoulder pads which were of course cool to me.

Then he was the reason i lost my innocence, particularly my virginity. My parents told me to save my dignity for the right person to come by but I didnt care. I wouldnt pass a good fuck over a disappointing cockblock poppycock situation called chastity.

Now that Summers was long gone, my mind would always wonder back to the times we had spent together in an intimate way. How he would wink at me with those blue and clear eyes or how he gently kissed my lips seductively which made me moan in desperation. Everything that made me feel good and loved by him would hit me from time to time.

Then the next time id hear from him again after all this time would be the heartbreaking news from Miss Summers crying and breaking down wailing about the news she had received about Alex who had drowned at the lake. My heart was shattered into pieces upon hearing the gory details of his demise. He was my first love and my first intimate friend in a long while  and that day still haunts me 5 years later. Like a gum stuck in your shoe.

I was 17 back in those days then, but now at 26 I still am heartbroken and immensely sentimental for no reason. Until now I still remember Alex like he was yesterday's kiss and touch on my neck which left hickeys and marks all over my skin. Now, all of those are a long lost dream and an unbreakable fantasy from the one I first loved.

During that midspring's tale in my life.

Now, its summer again and its hot as ever. So here I am standing on front of the familiar brass gate on front of a big and beautiful facade of a house with a suitcase in my hand, a bag on my back, and a letter in between my fingers.

Seems like my parents decided to write again to me after all those months without a word from them. And the first thing they say is to come back to the villa for a reunion.

Huh what a nerve they have.