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Why did it always feel so good to leave somewhere? Guilt poked holes in her gut. Didn’t she want to have friends? Who didn’t? And why did she feel alone whether she was with people or not?
I’m done talking. You won’t get another word out of me. Not until you—and all the similar outlets—stop exploiting girls for clicks. Especially my friend Melody Gallard. You praise me for nothing and disparage her no matter how hard she tries. You can fuck right off. Like I said, I’m done talking.
“I’ve sort of made young adult literature my specialty.” “Why?” She shrugged. “I lived inside of those books growing up. I want to take care of them, the way they took care of me.”
“Wreck the halls?” This from Melody.
There would be repercussions if he outed the third player in the love triangle. Also known as the one who broke up the band. His blackmailer—and biological father.
“Oh, you might as well call me Octavia, dear.” She crossed her arms delicately. “It’s only fair since my son is trying his best to stuff you into his pocket.”
“And Melody . . .” “Yes?” “Next time the spotlight lands on you, sucker-punch it back.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re my best friend.” Was this what it was like to be 100 percent willing to die for someone?
“You’re my best friend, too, Peach.” “Best enough to sing with me?” Was he supposed to be breathing right now? “Best enough for anything.”
Terribly. He couldn’t sing for shit.
“Do you think I can just turn this off? Carve you out of my chest? I can’t.”
They passed a sign that read: Melody Gallard is my love language. Another one read: They’re totally fucking. Last: The “only one bed” trope IRL! My life is complete. Huh?
“Maybe we just needed to get it out of our systems?” He huffed a sound. “You’ll never leave my system, Mel. You’re one-half of it.”
“Are you in love with her?” His heart answered for him, pounding behind his jugular. “Yes.”
We’re having a snowball fight in Prospect Park. Right now. It’s on. Because we’re drunk adults and that’s the only excuse we need.”
“I have no right to ask. You can tell me to fuck off right now, but . . . I want a lot more than friendship with you.”
This woman was his refuge, the fulfillment of his lust, his heart. So important.
Melody Gallard knew the floor plan of his soul. This transcended a mere relationship.
I'm not sure I ever could trust someone like that
“Love doesn’t come and go that easily, Beat. You need to believe you can lean on it, even when you have to lean really hard.” Melody swallowed the lump in her throat. “I think maybe the people who love us want to be tested and leaned on sometimes, so they can show us how much we mean. Expressing love and trust is a gift to the person who receives it.”
