Fix: A Two-Part Story

Fuck. I can't believe this shit. Like how did everything turn out so good? Seriously, fucking how?

Two years ago I was destined to wind up like my father regardless of my naïve belief that I was in control. Now, I have everything that kid wanted. Literally fucking everything. I have the security of not having to calculate every move and just be a fucking teenager. Friends, family, and opportunity.

The only thing that I am missing is her but I've accepted the fact that what happens will happen. I can't force it. That will only take away from what it could be and I will not let that happen.

But something's different lately. Ever since that party things have slowly changed. The whole acting like we were together thing broke down some wall that was up. Her body language changed. She looks at me and I feel something more. We touch each other every chance we get. Nothing excessive, just small things here and there more so than before. Sometimes I even wake up holding her (because of course for some reason she is still sleeping in my room) and I don't let go until she wakes up. Just having this new contact has satiated something inside me. There is something there that I am still too much of a coward to do anything about.

I can't have everything. It'd be too good to be true. I'd be spoiled at that point. No. I will take what I can get with a huge smile because I've already got more than I ever believed possible.

I swear I'm the luckiest bastard in the world.

[Author's Note: This is a final version of a story, by the same name, I uploaded on this site and eventually pulled down several years ago.]