Dear Stanley [Watty's 2019. Completed]

An update with Dad and Breeze

Monday, May 6th

Dear Stanley,

Sorry for not writing for a few days. It's been normal and I didn't have much to write about. The spring days are becoming hotter. Summer is just around the corner.

And I've continued to fail all my classes.

But besides that, Dad and I are getting even closer. I found out lots of things that I didn't know about him - things that showed glimpses of the person he was before marriage and kids and life.

We were sitting at the dining table when he started telling me all about how all the girls used to flock him in high school.

"Really?" I asked, my jaw agape. He laughed as he remembered.

"Uh-huh. They were pretty little things. Wearing those short skirts with their blonde hair and little sassy walk. They all wanted me. I was a handsome guy if I don't say so myself." He said, pretending to model for a camera.

He really wasn't bad looking at all. He had gray eyes and he used to have a sharp jaw that could slice butter. I've seen pictures of him. His salt and pepper black hair used to be thick and black and shiny.

I wanted to ask him if he regretted not marrying them instead of Mom, but I didn't. They've continued to fight while I continue to ignore. I think Mom thinks I have some disease - the way she avoids me sure implies it.

"I started to set up a little game. Whoever paid me the most got to have me."

I was shocked. "Dad, that's horrible!"

He sniggered. "It worked though son. I made good money."

I was offended by his dirty little game, but in the end, I laughed with him. I liked seeing him like this. Content as if there were no cares in the world.

I'm happy he quit his job.

Besides me talking to Dad, Breeze and I hang out.

We've been alternating, hanging out sometimes at her secret spot, hanging out sometimes at the waterfall. Sometimes there are signs that other people have been to it before us, like crumpled wrappers and beer cans. But we never run into them. I'm actually taken aback that other people know about this spot.

Susan gives me lots of free cupcakes and caffeinated drinks. I can see why Breeze and her are so close, Susan is becoming like a grandmother to me.

One time, we took the free food Susan gave us and visited the waterfall, enjoying it while the water crashed and smoothed the jagged rocks around it. For a while we sat there, until Breeze wanted to talk. Then we moved a little bit away so the roaring river didn't drown out her words.

She leaned against me once we found a spot we were happy with. She does that a lot, lean against me while I wrap my arms around her. It's sweet and makes me warm from inside and out. It's also getting harder to maintain my dirty thoughts on her.

Everything about her I want to touch. Her flat stomach, her large chest, her smooth lips, her flawless skin. I think about her tall toned legs and how even though she's tall, she still fits perfectly underneath my head.

I want to run my hands all over her. But I don't because I don't know how she'll feel about it.

So instead I resort to giving her hugs while she leans against me. It still feels amazing.

"Nic, you know you're one of the most attractive guys I've ever met right?" She told me one Saturday afternoon as she was lying against me. She eagerly turned around so we could see each other and my hands fell off of her.

Her brown eyes gleamed as she leaned forward enticingly. I tried my best to keep my eyes away from the smooth curvy cleavage her low-cut t-shirt showed. It was no use. I couldn't help but imagine feeling her breasts underneath my palm...

Now I'm hard, Stanley.

"Nic, sweetie, I know I am tempting but my eyes are up here." She teased, wiggling a bit so her breast wiggled with her. I blushed a bright red and ran a hand through my hair.

I tried to bite back the grin but it was no use. I loved the flirty attitudes we've been exchanging recently. It lead to me feeling more of that aroused feeling.

I'm probably just being a horny teenage boy right now, Stanley. If you told me a few months ago I'd be flirting and thinking dirty thoughts about a girl, I would've laughed.

"Well Breeze. How am I one of the most attractive guys you've ever met?" I questioned, cocking my brow and crossing my arms over my chest. I've become more confident with her, it's like I slip into a different skin whenever she's around.

Breeze giggled and went back into her position, leaning her back against me. I instinctively put my arm around her.

"Well, for one. You're tall. You have black hair that flops over your face. You have blue eyes. You are kind. Caring. Nice. Cute. Shy. And your voice is incredibly sexy." She listed off each attribute on her fingers. "I think the only thing your skinny self is missing is a six pack."

I chucked. No one has ever broken me down and told me in which ways I'm attractive before.

"I'll get to work on that then."

Breeze laughed. "Good. Better show me your progress." She flipped her hair into my face and winked. "Now, won't you tell me how attractive I am?"

I pretended to ponder over it. "Hm. I believe I've told you this before. Multiple times." I said, referring to the first awkward time when I called her beautiful and the time when she revealed herself to me.

Even though I could only see the back of her head, I could practically feel her roll her eyes. "Whatever! Just tell me how beautiful I am again!"

After Breeze revealed to me what happened to her, we've molded together perfectly. She seems more free with me. She gets sad less often, and when she does, she is able to talk to me so I can help her. I love it. I love making her happy. I love the fizziness I feel when I do.

But I know that the time is coming soon, when I'll need to reveal it all to her. And I dread the moment Stanley. I liked keeping you to myself. But I know that when Breeze finds out, I'll have to tell her everything. Because she's the only one worthy to know how amazing you were.

Or how bad he was. My internal voice says. I trample it down. It's been getting worse, the bad thoughts on you. It's messing up my memory of you and I hate it.

But that's what's been going on for the last week and a half.