Free The Boy Who Knew Me When (From Boys to men Trilogy) by J.L. Bostick Page B

little black dress that I planned on wearing to dinner with Ford on Monday. It was strange calling him Ford knowing that he was Julian, no matter how many times I said it, I still saw him as my brother’s best friend. Several times I had to correct myself which is funny since I had not seen him since I was seven years old.
      I could not tell you how many nights I fell asleep wondering how he was. I very much wanted him to be happy. I prayed every night for years, to a God that I was no longer sure existed, that he was safe and not hurting as much as I was. Deep down, no matter how much I prayed for him I knew there was no way he was any better off than me. Eventually it became easy to forget about him because I wanted to forget everything that preyed on the positive life I was trying to live, something I suddenly felt guilty about.
     
     
      After my dad took my mom from this world I began to distance myself from anything and everything related to Nicolai. I was angry at the world but mostly my dad and Nicolai. I knew the things that happened were out of anyone’s control but I hated my father for being weak and I hated my brother for being a victim. As far as I was concerned my dad could have chosen to stay in the hospital which would have been best for everyone involved and my brother should have wanted to spend more time at with his real family.
      My dad had wanted to go fishing with Nicolai that weekend. My mom on the other hand thought it would be a good experience for Nicolai to see the big Dallas museums and the place where John F. Kennedy was shot, which is pretty ironic all things considered.
      After unsuccessfully trying to call Ford I pulled on my favorite pair of vintage Calvin Klein boot cut jeans and a red sequined tank that I bought at forever 21 a few hours before. After deciding to let my hair fall freely and pulling on my biker boots Brea and I made our way to the frat house. The party turned out to be more of a backyard barbecue with a few friends; it was nowhere near the size of the party a few nights before. I would say in total there were only about forty or so people including the frat boys and their pledges.
      Several minutes after arriving Raz, the over enthusiastic pledge from the night before last with whom was the catalyst that reunited me with Julian, AKA Ford, handed Brea and I each a bottle of Corona.
    “Don’t worry I didn’t drug ‘em or nothin’, we aren’t allowed to open the bottles, house rules.” I stared at him with my mouth gaped open. Should I have been worried?
    “Ah crap, that was kind of a freaky thing to say huh?” He said taking notice of my stunned reaction.
    “No, I can’t say it was the best way to start off a conversation. Though, I guess it’s good to know.” Brea laughed behind me; I am sure finding both of us amusing.
    “Drugged or not, thanks for the booze, Raz!” Brea beamed enthusiastically.
    “Of course! It’s my job though. I hand out the drinks, I have two minutes to arm newcomers with a drink and two minutes refill anyone else who needs it. Timothy behind me has to video tape everything for proof. Jacob...” He pauses and lifts his finger pointing at a boy I can only assume is Jacob who is hovering about 10 feet away his eyes scanning the crowd. “…over there is doing his job which is to make sure I am doing mine. If either of us screws up we each have to lose a piece of clothing. If we end up naked we end up having to cup each other’s balls in front of all these lovely ladies.”
       And that is when I notice that besides the members and pledges every one of the people here are women. Not just any women but gorgeous women of all shapes and sizes.
    “Anyway, I need to scan the crowd; I have no intention of letting these losers grab my dick. You still owe me a dance Jemma and I plan on collecting!” he said walking away collecting empty bottles and replacing them with full ones.
     
    “I see James, mind if I split and go say