Prologue Number One

Leo

I was fifteen years old when I fell in love with Andy Olson. Okay, maybe love wasn't the right word, but my heart knew what it wanted. He was taller than all the kids in our school and was hard to miss. He towered over all of us, his dirty blond hair a little too long, his hazel eyes dancing with happiness, and a smile that lit up his face. Andy wore an old Mulligan Downtown shirt, one I assumed had been given to him by his father, Maverick, who was the drummer for the band.

Andy had gotten into a fight with another kid in our school, Teller Maxwell, because he was wearing nail polish. Not really a big deal, but because Andy was a boy, Teller decided he needed to tease him. He obviously didn't care that Andy was bigger, broader, and on the school hockey team. Teller caused a big commotion in the hallway, laughing and pointing. All the students grew still, quiet as mice, while Teller egged him on. Andy simply rolled his eyes, pushed Teller into a locker, and walked away. Teller could have just let it go at that, but he followed Andy, then tripped him and sent him crashing to the floor.

Andy didn't move from the floor. He stared at Teller, waiting for whatever he planned to do. Then Teller called his fathers—yes, plural—some horrible names that shouldn't be repeated, and that pushed Andy over the edge. He raised his fist and punched Teller right in the face, just as a teacher came by to find out what the ruckus was about. It didn't matter. I had already seen enough to know that Andy was someone I wanted to be friends with. Someone whose life I wanted to be a part of. I just had to figure out how to make that happen.

I was fifteen years old when Andy Olson spoke to me for the first time. We were both at a Christmas party for Brooks Racing, who my brother raced for. Andy's dads happened to be friends with the owners, and when he approached me, time stood still. If it weren't for my best friend, Ezra, I probably wouldn't have looked as good as I did that night and wouldn't have had the nerve to hang out with Andy. We sat together for the rest of the night watching TikTok videos on his phone and getting to know one another.

I found out that night that not only was Andy handsome, but he was also kind, smart, and funny. He spoke about his fathers like they were his best friends, blushed over my compliments about his drumming and hockey playing, and asked me everything he could. My favorite color, candy, and television shows. He asked me out on my very first date that same night and changed my life forever.

I was fifteen years old the first time Andy Olson kissed me. We were on our first date, the one that his father Maverick, my brother Noel, Ezra, and their friends were chaperoning. I was nervous as hell but excited at the same time. We went ice skating at the rink where his father Jackson's team practiced and played at, and I had never put on a pair of ice skates before. Andy was amazing. He held my hand, made sure I got onto the ice safely, and kept his arm around me to keep me steady, protecting me so that I didn't fall.

It happened almost suddenly. Andy stopped and slid his lips over mine, his hazel eyes clamped shut. Christmas music was playing overhead, and I still remember the words of Wham's "Last Christmas" as it rang through the speakers. Andy laughed nervously when we pulled apart, a smile spreading over his face and a blush creeping up his neck.

I was sixteen years old when I first told Andy Olson that I loved him. I spent most of my days and nights at the Olson house. I even had my own room, but I was always in Andy's bed. Sex was never something the two of us felt rushed about. We kissed a lot, but it never went further than that in the beginning. We had never even seen one another naked, but I knew that I loved Andy. I waited until we were in bed, snuggled up and facing one another. Then I told him how I felt. That I loved him and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. I was more than a little terrified. Scared that maybe he didn't feel the same. And then Andy told me he loved me, too, and never wanted to be with anyone else.

I was sixteen years old when my brother Noel, his boyfriend Seth Hill, and Maverick, Andy's father, gave us the most awkward sex talk of my life. I had always been curious, and now that I had a boyfriend, someone who loved me, I was eager to explore and find out more things. We both might have gotten a little carried away when we left hickeys all over one another, but it was the embarrassing sex talk we were forced to be part of that had me questioning everything. I had always planned to bottom, but I clearly hadn't done my research. If Seth hadn't offered to help and answer any questions I might have, who knows what might have happened?

I was eighteen years old the first time I touched Andy Olson's dick. I placed my palm over his crotch and kissed him, then I shoved my hand down the front of his swim shorts. The sounds he made, and the way Andy trembled as I got him off, made me wonder why we had waited so long. He moaned my name just before he came, his cum hot and sticky as it spread into my hand. But it was the way he looked at me when I licked my fingers clean before he shoved me onto my back and returned the favor that made me glad we had taken our time getting to know one another.

I was eighteen years old when Andy Olson broke my heart. I never saw it coming, and I knew my life would never be the same.