Come All Over

[BRIAN]

I was fifteen years old when I first kissed a girl. Evelyn Gordon was her name. She was in my class and the most stunning girl I had ever seen. Mason, my twin brother, was also smitten with her. But I didn’t realize it at the time. I was so caught up in my own world, weaving all kinds of fantasies with her, that I didn’t notice how my brother looked at her or how he always got tongue-tied whenever it was their turn to sit together in Mr Warren’s lab.

Mr Warren used to have this bowl system where instead of sitting in our regular seats or wherever we wanted, he made us pick a folded paper from the bowl and whichever number was written on it, we were stuck on that bench for a week. I recall being jealous of Mason because every time Evelyn smiled, laughed, or just pushed some hair out of her face, or blushed the deepest shade of red at something he said, I had a nagging suspicion that she was mistaking Mason for me. At least that