He covered his blanket so he wouldn't disturb his mother. He was on his cell phone as he browsed on Facebook to see if there was anyone to talk with. It was quite desolate around the early morning hours. He knew it would be fruitless. He just wanted to converse with someone for the time being.

Especially when his past decided to pay a visit.

"I think you are a beautiful boy. I think I know now why I have a hard time dating boys my age."

"How so?"

"Because they would not understand how to please a woman. They would not know how to desire me as a boy can. Young boys look at older women as goddesses. I want, no, deserve that kind of love."

It felt like yesterday when he remembered her saying that. It felt fresh. The pitch, the voice, every moment of it. The ice cream, the silence, being in her car in the forest. Memories of yesterday that he thought was buried or cast out and shipped to sea. Amazing that the past can be dug and the ship would eventually harbor home.

Finding Facebook as a defeat, he stumbled out his mother's room, trying not to fumble onto her. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. The living room was his destination. Some early morning American syndicated programming and a bag of chips should do the trick. It always did the trick whenever Camie stayed over late when he was younger. He still did it. Funny how seeing her name realized its origin.

At the end of the hallway, he saw sequences of lights flashing. Someone was in the living room. His father wasn't here so the only person had to be Camie.

The sound of quiet laughter filled the living room. The sound of ruffled potato chips hinted to Izuku that she was commencing her early morning routine. Nothing changes over the years, he concluded as he tapped the wall.

Camie had her mouth full when seeing her little brother. "Hey, little bro. Couldn't sleep either?" It was her aura that reverted him to their younger days. Days when he couldn't sleep or waited on his mother to come back home.

"Something like that," he tried to play it Cool Hand Luke. He was trying not to bring back yesteryear. He entered the living room. "You still eating those potato chips?" He scoffed. "Talking about juvenile."

She lowered her eyebrows, holding the bag. "Says your name on the bag. In the property of…"

"Alright, alright." He clicked his tongue. "I was testing you. Yeah, that's it."

She slapped the couch. "Test yourself on this couch. My favorite soap is on."

After grabbing a bottle of juice, Izuku sat on the couch. He kept a few feet from the couch. Camie covered herself while watching her programming. "Aren't you cold," she asked Izuku.

"Nah," he said, showing his pajamas. "Got my socks and the pajamas to keep me warm."

She lowered her eyes once more. "Are you really going to play that lie again." She lifted the covers. "Get inside with me. I'll keep you warm."

Rubbing his neck. "I don't think that is necessary."

"Shall I wake your mother for saying that you were spying on me."

Izuku couldn't help but smile. "Nothing changes, doesn't it?"

"And I always get my way." She lifted the covers. "Step inside with your big sis. Well, I should say a little big sis."

The couch had enough room for them to lie together. Izuku was in the front whereas Camie was lying in the back. Izuku had tunnel vision as he kept his eyes on the television. He didn't want to notice her scent or her hair touching the back of his neck. He also didn't want to notice her arms scooped around his stomach. His eyes were on the television.

"Feels like yesterday, doesn't it," asked Camie. "The times when your mother was late coming home and you stayed here until she came home." She patted his stomach. "Remember that?"

"I try not to," replied Izuku calmly. "I was such a big baby back then. A mama's boy."

His response made Camie giggle. "I think it was sweet to be looking out for your mother." She excused herself as she yawned. "Your mother was quite busy."

"Yeah," said Izuku. "But that was a long time ago."

'Aww, what's the matter, Icchan?'

'Mom hasn't come home yet. I'm worried.'

'Sweetness, your mother is fine. She was probably taking another shift.'

'I think I should call her again.'

'Let me do this! Let me stay here with you and I can wait for her.'

'You promise to keep an eye out?'

'Of course, Icchan!'

"A long time ago," he said once again under his breath.

Camie tightly held on to Izuku. She embraced him, pressing her body to his neck. "I can't believe you've grown up on me. I can't really say you are my Icchan anymore. You have gotten bigger and tall. Quite muscular on me," she told him. She pressed her nose to his neck. "You are smelling more like a man and less than a boy."

"I think you are a beautiful boy. I think I know now why I have a hard time dating boys my age."

"How so?"

"Because they would not understand how to please a woman. They would not know how to desire me as a boy can. Young boys look at older women as goddesses. I want, no, deserve that kind of love."

"Izuku!" Camie removed her arms from his stomach. Izuku turned on his back to get her attention. She had a warm smile on her face. Even in the darkness, her beauty transcends. "We should make a date to catch up. Just the two of us."

Izuku didn't immediately answer. It didn't register that Camie wasn't wearing her bra and her nipples were protruding through her nightgown. His breath labored, excusing it to be a sigh rather than nervousness.

She stroked her hair. "It has been a while since we have seen each other." She looked away, her eyes facing the hallway. "And since the wedding is this weekend. I want to have one more day with my little brother before we depart."

Izuku had to pause for a moment. It still didn't register that the 'we' she was speaking of wasn't him and Camie, but her fiance. He fixed his lips. "Sure, whatever. I am down with want you want to do."

She took another bite of her ice cream. Instead of eating it, she reached over to him. He opened his mouth and exchanged her ice cream with a kiss. He tasted her ice cream as well as her tongue. She wrapped her lips tightly around his tongue, sucking any remnants he ever had. He began feeling lightheaded by the sudden force. He could tell that she had experience. She took another bite of her ice cream and went for his mouth again.

She gave him a glowing smile. "Great! Let's meet tomorrow afternoon around 1. I have to go to city hall tomorrow to work on getting my visa to head to Canada."

She lapped his mouth with the ice cream. She placed it inside his mouth before getting it back. The combination of cold vanilla and hot kisses were making him feel strange.

"Do you have my contact information," he asked her.

She kneaded his nipple with much force that he let out a small moan. Noticing it, she went back and began kissing on his neck. His feet jerked by the double attack she was pulling on him. While this was going on, he was still holding his ice cream. By now, it was melting and began to overlap from the cone.

"Your mother gave it to me while we were out shopping," she said. "I wanted to make sure that I don't forget so I can have someone to speak with when I go overseas."

Izuku nodded his head. "Yeah, sure. So, where in city hall do you want to meet?"

"In front of Sachiko the dog, silly," she said. "It made me think about the time…" Izuku's heart melted that this girl hasn't changed. As if he could pick up when he left off, Camie remained the same happy-go-lucky girl since his younger days.

It was too bad that he could no longer relive those days.

The next day….

When Izuku made it to their arranged meeting spot, Camie was already there. She was sitting on bench reading a book. He could not read the title because it was in a different language. Unsure of what it was about, he noticed how much Camie appeared interested, judging by her body language. She had her legs crossed on the bench. Her beautiful eyes were focused on the book. Her blonde hair just waved with the wind. Anything else around her was outside of her bubble in the focus on reading.

Izuku was not an avid reader, save if they were thought bubbles in a comic book or from a manga. From time to time, he picked up a magazine like Popular Mechanics or GQ to catch up on the articles. Izuku preferred the world of television for his form of literature. Aside from watching his anime and cartoons, he enjoyed watching robotics. It made him think of the days when he used to watch them with Camie.

'Camie-chan! Robot Wars is on!'

'Hold on! Lemme grab the popcorn.'

'C'mon, C'mon. They are deciding on the teams to compete.'

'Which team are you picking, Icchan?'

'Whichever team that wins!'

'Well, I will pick the team that loses.'

'Why, Camie-chan?'

'So, they can have support and a shoulder to cry on.'

'Then, I want to be part of that team, too.'

With his mind focusing on Camie, he took his time studying her. She was an attractive woman. Her blonde hair rolled around her neck and it stopped around her back. Her nose was pointy; sort of reminding him of the characters from one of the Dr. Seuss stories. It was not an insult, but a compliment of sorts, he thought. Her upper body was alluring. Her muscles were tight around her collarbone. He knew she was an active athlete, the type to do daily cardio and yoga. To think that this was the girl that he had his fortune to know and in a couple of days will be getting married.

For a moment, he grew envious.

Suddenly, Camie noticed Izuku and flushed. She closed the book and greeted him with a smile. "Afternoon, Icchan," she said. "I am very happy to see you. Glad that you can come and meet me here."

"The pleasure is all mine," said Izuku while scratching his head.

She got up. She was wearing her yellow sundress and sandals. It was simple, yet beautiful, Izuku thought. He followed her as they went to her car.

He got into Camie's car. He was not surprised that she was still driving her Volkswagon Golf. It was a few years older, but he could tell that she took care of it. "Still got the old girl," said Izuku.

"Yep! Runs like a dream," said Camie.

The car ride on the way was quiet. He sat and watched her drive with intent. She was always a focused driver, he mentioned to himself as he saw her hands were both on the steering wheel. He enjoyed the silence while he cruised with her to their destination. He got comfortable and enjoyed the soft seats. After a few moments, he was asleep.

"Just letting know, Camie-chan, that you have done nothing wrong. You have my permission. If you want to keep going, then you have my blessing."

"You won't be mad?"

"Of course, not."

"You won't judge me?"

"No."

"I really like you."

"I know you do."

To be continued….