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“Uh, yeah I’m sorry I don’t remember your name”

“Harrison Hughes I moved away from California the summer after my tenth birthday”

My body jolts like a surge of electricity has been sent coursing through it Harrison Hughes God

“Your brother…” he continues

But before he can finish, I do it for hiuts”

His answering sly brilliant Truly I’ve never seen someone be so excited to be hated before

A soft chuckle leaves his lips “So, you do remember me”

I laugh I can’t help it It’s hard to forget the actual living, breathing bane of your brother’s existence Sure, I’ve done it for more than two decades, but that’s because it’s so ht Now that he’s here, in the flesh, all the memories feel omnipresent

The bloody noses The pranks The endless nights with a broody, distressed brotherhell

Harrison Hughes was a thorn in the Weaver family’s side more times than I can count

Until…he wasn’t

The day he s he’d stolen froy—except Harrison’s Dallas Cowboys hat

I pilfered it for h…collectibles Even at five, I wasn’t immune to the fact that my brother’s archnemesis was crush-worthy I suppose, back then, I had souy was At least, I thought I did My sense of it now, sitting across froue otherwise

My throat thickens, and the air around us warms

My God, he is a good-lookingsazines Not tothe taut lines of his powerful looking body

I’m completely surprised when the bartender approaches, and he orders an iced tea He must notice my interest because he turns to

“I’ today”

I pick up , “Me either”