I met him at my sisters twenty-first birthday party. He wasn't like most of her friends, and looking back at it now, I wonder how the two of them became friends in the first place. My sister had always been a 'good girl', always getting A's, never missed a day of school, always wore clean, crisp clothes that never had the slightest wrinkle on them. Anyways you get my point. But with him it was different. He was different. In obvious ways. He stayed in the back of the room, a lit cigarette between his fingers the whole time. His features were dark and mysterious and he never said more than a few words to anyone there. Except me. I guess I was different to him the way he was different to me. I won't forget him, everyone says I will, or I need to, but I won't. They're crazy if they think I can ever forget about him, or maybe I'm the crazy one. But like the old saying goes, first love never dies.
4 years ago
"Bananabell!" Someone called my sister right in my ear. I cringed as my ear rang, and went back into the club house. It was my sisters 21st birthday and she had this grand Great Gatsby themed party that was being held at my parents country club. I sat down and watched as the pearls around my neck pooled into my lap as I settled down in the plastic chair. I sighed and looked around. I wasn't even sure why my sister had invited me to her party in the first place. Well, I guess I did, but I wasn't sure why I attended. The only person I knew was my brother, but he was off doing god no what's with god knows who. I sank in my seat and twirled an empty red plastic cup around the table. A Lana Del Rey song came on and a bunch of my sisters friends screamed loudly. I looked around and my eyes fell on him. He was half leaning out of the window, smoking a cigarette and puffing circles of smoke in the air. He caught me watching and a smile flickered on his face, but I looked away before it flickered off. Within a minute, he was sitting next to me. He didn't say anything, he just silently smoked his cigarette and drank out of his beer bottle. I stared at him.
"That's not a healthy combination." I said, feeling stupid as soon as the words left my lips. He smirked.
"Oh really? I didn't know that." He said, taking a drag from his cig and setting his beer down.
"How old are you? And why are you at a party like this?" He looked in front of us, where a girl had taken her dress off and a guy was doing body shots off her.
"Because, the birthday girl is my sister." I said. "And my mom made me come." I said, which wasn't true, and didn't make me sound as cool as I had thought it would be. He contiuned to smirk. Like I was trying to ammuse him.
"Your mom made you come to a party like this?" He asked.
"Why are you here?" I stared at him, changing the subject.
"Because I was invited." He said.
"How do you know my sister?" I asked him.
"We used to be fuck buddies." He grinned.
"You're disgusting." I muttered and he laughed.
"I was kidding. We've been classmates since second grade. We're friends." He said and I eyed him.
"It's hard to believe anything you say." I told him and he raised his eyebrows.
"How old are you?" He asked me.
"I'm ninteen." I said. I was eighteen. "How old are you?" I asked him.
"Twenty two." He grinned, like he was cool for being older than me.
"Why are you smiling? Do you want an award for being twenty two?" I crossed my arms.
"Whoa there, I was just smiling." He eyed me.
"What's your name?" I asked him, unfolding my arms.
"Noah." He smiled. "You?"
"My name is lame." I told him and he rolled his eyes.
