It's all fun and games until somebody gets hurt.

“Cody! Does this shirt make me look fat?!?” I desperately asked my brother.
He grunted and walked away.
James would be here any second, and I was wondering to myself at that time why it even mattered at all how I looked. I had never cared before what he thought about me, why should I now? I decided on the basic jeans and a tee when the phone rang. I could hear his yellow, rusted pick up truck swerving into the driveway. I ran downstairs with the biggest smile on my face, and when I walked outside I couldn’t help but slightly grin to myself. His car smelt like gasoline, and there was a whole in the bottom of the floor where my feet were. All I could keep thinking was I wanted to scoot over and sit next to him, but I knew I could not, we were just friends.
A few years had passed, we were both in long term relationships with other people, and I doubt he ever thought of me during that time. Then we ran into each other thanks to mutual friends. The next weekend I couldn’t help but call him in hopes he wanted to rekindle our friendship. Our relationship was something I had never experienced. Constantly fighting, but always being honest, and open. Not afraid because both of us already knew what it was like to be hurt.
We were out in the country at a friends’ house once again, and the bonfire was dying down. We had maybe one too many and decided to go mudding in the back of Adam’s new pick up truck. A quick turn sent me flying into him, causing him to lose his balance. I tried grabbing onto his hands but the driver continued to floor it. He flew off the side of the truck and into a hidden pole. The pole ripped through his pant leg, but it did not matter. The hard fall broke his lower back bones and he was never able to walk again.
I am sorry for hurting you, but you hurt me.