okay, so first post telling the story. y'all are going to need some background, so...
I was born when my dad was 21 years old. so basically, by the standards of most adults, still a kid. he still played video games and stuff, and one of his friends on WoW (we'll call him X throughout this, as I can't use his actual name) was 12 at the time. They were pretty good buddies.
When I was 7 years old, he came to visit for Thanksgiving. He didn't have anywhere to stay, and he didn't want to go back to his family in California, nor could he have afforded it had he wanted to. The market crash of 2008 had just happened, so my dad offered to let him stay with us. I was in first grade, and although I wasn't exactly boy crazy at that point in time, I ended up developing a massive crush on him. it was completely innocent, I just admired him n thought he was cute n stuff. I don't remember if my dad knew, but my step mom thought it was cute, and one of my earliest memories of him is of my step mom forcing me to give him a goodnight kiss.
