{Age of Love: A short story}

(AOL is a original piece by me and you can find it on my profile)

"Do you regret it?" I had never even thought about that, I mean, why would I?

"No. But do you?" I retaliated. I knew what the response should be, but I have trust in him.

There I sat in front of Roman on my house’s deck, the palm leaf fan was moving slowly and the sounds of the ocean filled the silence left between me and him. He sat, staring down at the light wood planks that made up the flooring in here.

"I do."

Two years ago Rome and I started daring after our small rendezvous on my 18th birthday. It was strange, I never would’ve thought he’d be my first love. Yet, there he was.

Roman and I hated each other. He’d bully and tease me, he hated my guts which made everything he’d do worse, he made my life hell while also being my brother’s best friend. He is an asshole with a sour attitude, I fucking hated him.

However, he was there. Technically… I initiated it, so this is my fault, but he never stopped me. I became committed to him, we went on secret dates, had stupid conversations, we started laughing together, and somehow he’d always end up in my room after hours. I truly was infatuated with him, and.. I figured he was as well.

Now 2 years have passed and what? Is he done with me? Sick of me? Or was it just all in my head to begin with?

"I’m sorry blondie, this was never going to work." He said solemnly, I just sat stunned. I figured he was committed to me as well- that’s what he told me.

"We made it work for two years, Rome." I spoke out, at this point it was my mind on autopilot, I didn’t want to say anything I mean, he should leave if he wants too.

"Two hard years of you lying and me lying. I mean hell, shit was hell, dude." He made me pissed off. Usually I wouldn’t take this from him, but when you’re enemies but then lovers, you can’t.

"Goodbye Roman." I said before I left him on my deck. I wasn’t trying to fight. He wants it done?

Then so do I.

{This is not apart of the actual AOL storyline <3}