I've known Jeff since I was four. He was my best friend. He was my first crush - dude, gorgeous long blond hair.
Huh. Maybe that's a little of where Capri wanting Kieran to be her first lover came from.
Okay. Now I'm certain that's where that came from. There's nothing of Kieran in Jeff, but...
He's always been there. He dyed his hair black, I dyed mine red; he made music, I wrote... the little things.
When we were kids, we made audiotapes of our sleepovers. We pretended we were superheroes. Then spies.
There is comfort there.
And he's still damn hot.
Which I tell him, at the end of the e-mail... "Still have that crush on you, Butch."
And he reminds me in response that he's still got his on me.
It would upset the balance of the universe if we were to have sex. Fooling around, we did when we were teenagers, in the few-week gaps between relationships. But actually Doing It? Seriously.
We are what we are.
I want another sleepover.