A First for Everything

1. Crushing, Crashing, and Burning

Jason, pictured above.

It was about 09:00 am that morning I first met him.

I was trying to catch a long pass from my 7 o'clock practice session when I backpedaled into someone on the sidewalk of the park.

"Hey, watch out!" I scoffed.

I glared at the person who I'd later realize I had mistaken for a girl. The feminine appearance is what made me think I just collided into a woman. Once it dawned on me what I'd done, I helped her- eh, I pulled him up from the ground.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry." I said grabbing her -his- hand...

She wasn't down long, but I had hit her pretty hard. She -dammit, HE!!-was wearing a really cute, black flannel over a pink, white, and blue crop top. The striped pattern of it I had seen before, but I couldn't remember where or when. She -fuck! He, She, It! The bitch wore a pair of black skinny jeans. The "person" -cause quite frankly, I don't know what the hell to call whoever the fuck- was wearing these really nice, custom-designed, white Air Force I's too. One of the flannel's shoulders had slipped off, and "their" books were sprawled all over the path.

At the time, that 'him', I didn't know. I wasn't familiar with him and never thought I would be.

I was wrong.

I know now that that him was Madsen Tate,

my first gay lover. 😒

There was a girl running on the other side of the road. She was coming up the way, when she saw what had happened. She came over to us by the time I had helped him to his feet. Once I knew who it was my stomach began to do cart wheels.

"Oh my goodness! Are you ok?"

He just nodded.

I checked her out as she helped him out with his books.

"Hey, I'm so sorry about that." I apologized as my face began showing my enthusiasm.

She was bent over in running shorts. "All that ass, double-cheeked-up" on a Thursday morning! Call me a fuckboy all you want, but I'm a ladies' man!

At least-

*sighs*

At least that's what I was thinking...

in the moment.

I don't know what to think now.

They -as in... the guy, the... nevermind-  they picked up the rest of their books and walked off. I could tell they were trying to hurry off, too. Like, they didn't want anything to do with us.

"Hey, man! You good?!" She looked up at me.

I stuttered and mumbled, "Y-yeah, uh..."

That girl, that 'her'... The REAL HER! or what ever cis-bullshit you call it,

I knew her.