It was the post-season and Kent was back home. It was a bit of a
relief to get out of Vegas for a while. The flight back home was
uneventful, but flying always tired him out. Kit was not pleased with
the amount of traveling, but Kent didn’t want to leave her for weeks
with a just sitter.
He was staying with his parents for a few
days. His mom babied him when he got there. She made him his favourite
chocolate brownies. After dinner, he sat on the porch with his dad,
watching the sun go down and talking about hiking. He’d missed this, he
realized (and not for the first time), and wished that they could live
His parents had re-wallpapered the dining room and
downstairs bathroom, but everything else was just the same, even his
childhood bedroom. The hockey posters of his idols were still stuck to
the walls with aged and crumbling tape that barely held, but he’d never
really had the heart to take them down, even if one of the pictures was
Bad Bob, and Kent still thought of Jack whenever he saw it.
It hurt a little less now, and Kent thought that this must be what moving on feels like.
the second day, he got bored. His parents were at work and the house
was stifling with just him and Kit alone. So, he borrowed his mom’s car
and drove around the town.
It was almost the way he
remembered it. The one bakery he had loved as kid was gone now and
replaced by a health foods outlet, but the playground by the pool looked
the same and the grocery store still had that mural of the wild horses
painted on the side. It hasn’t changed a whole lot, but to Kent,
everything just seemed a just little… faded.
He wasn’t not sure
what he was looking for so he cut his drive short and headed back to the
house. Just as he’d parked in the driveway and was getting out, he saw
someone jogging down the sidewalk. They made eye contact for a moment
and the jogger stopped with a wide grin on his face.
called out. The guy looked vaguely familiar. He looked exactly like
Kent’s type, and in the back of his mind, he hoped this isn’t one of his
former hook-ups. “It’s me, Matt Vogel. We were like best friends when
Kent gave a short laugh as it clicked in place. He
hadn’t seen Matt since the fifth grade when his parents got divorced and
he’d moved away with his mother. “I haven’t seen you forever! How’ve
“Yeah, I’m good. Y’know, just back in town. My dad’s
been sick so I’m taking care of him for a bit. How about you?”
Matt ran his fingers through his dark hair. It was something he used to
do when he was nervous. That hadn’t changed, but it surprised Kent that
he remembered it. He also remembered the countless sleepovers they had
as kids, the group projects they had in school, and the summer he waved
goodbye to the disappearing car as Matt’s mom drove away.
He hadn’t thought of those memories in so long, and suddenly, they were vividly playing his mind again.
“Yeah, just seeing my parents,” Kent finally answered.
“Oh, cool.” Matt didn’t seem to know what to say next and there was an brief silence between them.
did you want to come in?” Kent said before he could overthink his
invitation. “I think mom baked enough cookies for the neighbourhood and
I’m not really supposed to be eating them anyways.”
at him. “Yeah, sure! Actually, that would be great–” A ringing phone
suddenly cut him short. Pulling out his phone, Matt answered it. Kent
turned awkwardly away, trying to give him some privacy.
Matt hung up, he looked at Kent. “Sorry, I can’t stay today. My dad’s
appointment got changed and I gotta take him to the hospital.”
“No worries,” Kent said smoothly to hide his disappointment.
“But another time? Tomorrow, maybe?” Matt asked, seemingly genuinely regretful that he couldn’t stay.
“Sure, I’ll be here.”
“Here, let me give you my number so you can get a hold of me.” He reached in the pocket of his hoodie and grabbed a pen.
always carry pens when you’re running?” Kent teased, trying to ignore
the tickling of the pen on his skin and the quickened pace of his
“Well, you never know when you’ll run into your old
crush and want to see him again.” Kent’s mouth dropped open. “I’ll see
you later.” With a wink and sly grin, Matt continued jogging down the
block until he turned a corner and Kent couldn’t see him anymore.
As he looked down at the ink scrawled on his arm, Kent decided that, maybe, some changes weren’t so bad after all.
A - Age: 17 B - Biggest fear: Failure, uselessness C - Current time: 7:10 PM PST D - Drink you last had: Lipton Tea E - Every day starts with: All the stuffed animals on the floor F - Favorite song: It always changes, but my favorite Sunshine song is this G - Ghosts are they real: Nah I - In love with:
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Subaki M - Middle name:
N - Number of siblings: 0 O - One wish: Success P - Person you last called/texted: Family Q - Questions you are always asked: “Are you okay?” R - Reasons to smile:
¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Anime S - Song last sang: History Maker T - Time you woke up: 7:00 AM U - Underwear color:
V - Vacation destination: Where my internet friends live W - Worst habit: Overthinking and overanalyzing everything X - X-Rays you’ve had: Dentist appointments Y - Your favorite food: Stewed eggs and tofu Z- Zodiac sign: Cancer