I would never ever want to relive my teenage years, but if I did have to do it over again Junior’s adolescence looked pretty sweet.  He was big and handsome, a natural athlete, good grades (when he applied himself), lots of friends and of course, girls…lots and lots of girls. There were times when one would leave and he’d have just enough time to shower and change his sheets before the next one came over.

Like most teenagers, Junior didn’t express his feelings (other than anger) very well and he didn’t like to share very many details of what was going on in his life with us. We had a firm rule that we wouldn’t lie for him so there were times when not really knowing was in every-one’s best interest. Just thinking about those years tires me out.

Krayon remained the one constant throughout high school. There was all the requisite teen-aged angst and drama. At any given time they might be dating or she was a fucking bitch or they were friends-with-benefits or they were exclusive or she was a whore or they were exclusive and this time he wasn’t going to cheat. But no matter where they were in that cycle, when shit happened in Juniors life Krayon was who he turned to and knowing he had someone to talk to was somewhat reassuring. A fight at school, a suspended license, his cat disappears, his dads suicide, too drunk to walk…there were lots of times she sent ♀ a text-message saying, ‘he’s with me, he’s safe.’

A few months before they graduated from high school he called ♀ in a panic. A condom had broken the night before, could she please take him & Krayon to get the morning-after-pill. I was pleased that he didn’t just shrug it off and hope for the best. He had a part time job so he paid for the pill and went in with her to get it so I was impressed with his level of maturity, but I remember being surprised that they weren’t using any other form of birth control. They both partied a lot and faithfully using condoms while drunk is…well, I wasn’t very good at it. Nobody ever told me, but I suspect the reason was Krayon thought she might gain a pound or two if she went on the pill. At the time her ‘fat clothes’ were probably about a size 2.

Cheers,

♀ & sss

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