Red, White & Royal Blue

by Casey McQuiston

Alex pulls a face. “Yeah, I mean, if you’re into, like, fairy-tale princes.” “Is anyone not?” “I’m not,” Alex says. Luna arches an eyebrow. “Right.” “What?” “Just thinking about last summer,” he says. “I have this really vivid memory of you basically making a Prince Henry voodoo doll on your desk.” “I did not.” “Or was it a dartboard with a photo of his face on it?” Alex swings his foot back over the armrest so he can plant both feet on the floor and fold his arms indignantly. “I had a magazine with his face on it at my desk, once, because I was in it and he happened to be on the cover.” “You stared at it for an hour.” “Lies,” Alex says. “Slander.” “It was like you were trying to set him on fire with your mind.”