Unsteady

by Peyton Corinne

“You should make an effort to be here. Not a forgotten promise.”

OOP- true but you don't know her enough to say that

“No pancakes means a bad day, sissy.”

priorities kid

But no matter how loud I play the music, or how many times I fall while trying—and failing—a triple axel, nothing can pull my focus from the hockey boy with the sad eyes.

Does he see a stranger where he once saw a twin?

desperate for a break to just be empty without the pressure of pretending I’m not.

this man needs a hug and a sadie urgently

I just wanted hockey. Until hockey decided it didn’t want me.

I clench my hands, because some stupid part of my brain wants to push those hairs back myself.

twinning with your man #iwannafixyourhairbutheldmyselfbackclub

“Not even a little bit left for your favorite customer?”

“Hustle my favorite customer? I would never.”

It would be so easy to kiss him.

DO IT THEN

I’ll be better this year, for my team, for Oliver and Liam—but I won’t talk about last year anymore.

wtf happened last year pookie

But I'm in her orbit now, and she's becoming my goddamn center of gravity. Whether she realizes it or not.

“Alright, hotshot, let’s make a deal.” No deal needed—if she keeps looking at me like this, I’ll do anything she says.

i'm secondhand blushing

“They started it,” he spits out, anger rolling off him in waves. But I can see the vulnerability in his gaze begging for me to believe him.

awww the poor baby

Any other questions?” Thousands. Like Why are you so angry? Why do you skate like you’re on fire? Who is that bad that you listed them as DO NOT ANSWER in your phone? Are you safe? Are you okay?

pookie is concerned

“Sadie’s Songs for Reece’s Sad Demon Brain,” I read aloud, before adding, “You spelled Rhys wrong.”

i have lol-ed

I don’t know. It’s stupid—“ “It’s not,” I cut her off vehemently. “You made me a playlist.”

this is my love language

“Because you are my son; a piece of my heart, love, and you have been drowning. Maybe you still are.”

Pretty name.” Pretty girl.

SIMP

My hands are shaking as I type out a quick Busy tn? text to a usual hookup.

ya know you cope your way

Instead of waiting for her to acquiesce, I slip my hands under her legs and pick her up in a bridal carry. She squeals lightly

i would squeal LOUDLY