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“As far as I’m concerned,” Lo continues, “he’s been dead to me for years. So has your grandmother. Any tears I shed will be ones of absolute joy.”
Lo stares at him for a long moment. “God, you’re such a Hufflepuff.” Maximoff groans. “You have your mom’s heart.” “Dad.” “That’s a good thing. Keep it. You don’t want mine. It’s ugly.” “It’s not,” Maximoff refutes. “That’s exactly what she’d say.” He smiles at him.
“Luna’s dad,” he corrects, then shakes his head at me, like I’ve chosen to fall in love with the most grating specimen on planet Earth. On the contrary, Donnelly is the most mesmerizing earthling I’ve met thus far. I doubt anyone could trump him.
“No,” Dad says the same time Mom says, “Yes.” Their heads whip to each other. “Lily.” “Lo,” she counters. “She’s twenty-one.” The sharpest lines of his face seem to twitch. But he looks straight at Donnelly. “You stay, you’ll be in the guest room. The lawn saw enough kissing to last a lifetime.” Mom makes a confused face. “From them,” Dad clarifies. “This house loves when we kiss, love.” He nuzzles into her neck with playful kisses, and Mom flushes, clinging tighter to him.
“You want your dick wet?” he asks. “Don’t even think about my daughter. Think about the freezing pool I’m going to drown you in. It’s right outside.”
She eases back against the seat, then after a minute of silence, she glances at me. “This is my favorite timeline—the one where you exist with me.”
“It’s the ways of the stars: burn too bright and a supernova will explode.”
“I was afraid of the unsure thing because I didn’t want to lose, but there’s never been a moment where I haven’t believed in you, Luna.”
“You ready, space babe? Your universe awaits.” “Ours,” she corrects, opening the door. Our universe. My ruptured heart feels full.
Just wish I meant more to him is all. I’ve been living at the penthouse. We’re still roommates, but the place is so massive, it’s easy not to bump into him on the daily.
and I know…the deeper things were always harder for him to share. It was like if he did, they were more at risk of being taken, and I can’t fault him for keeping what he loved close. I’m really in no place to fault him for anything.”
And as Beckett’s calm eyes rest on me, and Charlie’s more prickly ones meet mine, I suddenly feel as though they found me…to protect me.
Because when the world doesn’t make sense, my feelings for him have. So I went to him.”
“I’ve loved your mom at her weakest, at her strongest, at her most broken. And she’s loved me at mine. There’s never been a day where I haven’t loved her.”
“We do what we can, the best we can, when we can. And we hope that’s enough.”
She’s all one Luna to me. One girl to love over and over and over again.
Solving a mystery with Charlie wasn’t on my bingo card today. But the invitation is all I need to accept the voyage. And the risk.
My dad cringes at being on the same page as her. They act like mortal enemies, but I like to imagine they’re a ride-or-die pairing in disguise.
before my dad, Uncle Ryke, and Aunt Rose go off.
HOT TEMPERED TRIAD
Charlie speaks to me in a made-up language. That I made. It’s the ancient language of the blood court on the planet Demos in the Thebulan saga. It shocks me at first, especially that he even knows how to pronounce the words like I intended. He said, Tell them.
and I sense that Charlie already knows how this will end before it does—that this is the fifth move in a chess match he’s completed ten minutes ago. I wonder if he granted me passage into his mind, or if I have a tiny morsel of the power that only Beckett shares. I can almost see through Charlie Keating Cobalt.
No one would call Beckett a devil and his twin the angel. No one but I guess myself.
“Moffy looks adorable,” Dad confirms. “The devilish baby is sitting on the devil’s lap.” We all laugh, especially as the camera swings to Aunt Rose’s pursed lips and fiery yellow-green eyes. Uncle Connor has a mega-watt, cocky grin.
Mom crinkles her nose. “That’s evil.” “Well, it is coming from the devil,” Dad says, then purposefully mugs the camera with a half-smile. “And Jane, if you’re watching this when you’re older, just know it comes from a place of love.”
Been at the lake house for less than twelve hours and the family drama hasn’t disappointed.
I was sleepwalking, and Luna’s best friend, Beckett’s younger brother, a Cobalt, followed me out. His thin blue pajama bottoms and the white tee, molded against his muscles, makes me think he ran. He ran after me and didn’t even grab a fucking coat. Dark concern has washed away the bright mischief of Eliot. His uneasy breath smokes the air, cheeks pinker.
There’s a high chance I gave a Cobalt hypothermia. Rose might try to kill me before Christmas.
and it feels like the world is bestowing a gift upon me: To see love so fully expressed and to be its lucky recipient.
Sometimes I wonder if he’s the first person I truly loved. Because loving my parents never felt like this.
“This one’s on the house, man, but I’ll start charging both of you if you keep talking about ruining pussies.” I laugh hard. “Luna talked to you about wanting me to fuck her?” His brows rise. “Yeah.” I can’t stop laughing. I would’ve paid good money to see Farrow’s reaction. “Fuck, I love that girl.”
Xander and I are smiling because that’s our brother. The rising star of the Hales. The one person who we can point to and say, We’re not all fuck ups. See.
It’s a text in a new group chat called The Fizzle Five.
All that really matters to me is that he’s a good friend to Xander. He’s never put that into question.
Vada leans back on her hands, her leg almost brushing up against Easton’s knee. He doesn’t move away, and my flirt-senses are tingling but I can’t be certain something is going on between them.
“Satan?” Jeffra smirks. “Clever.” “No, it’s unimaginative and cliché. I can’t even get inspired around you.”
Does a fairy die when you go on Lily Calloway’s shit list? Am I that fairy?
“I know you might think you’re not unique, but you do catch what I say better than most people. There’ve been plenty of times just in the past couple of months that I thought there’s no way you could hear me, but you did.”
That you likely grew up in a state of extreme self-reliance and your unstable environment caused you to be on alert for threats…which is why you have super bionic ears.”
O’McFugly.
It’s the type of friendship I love. It never asks too much of me. It never rips me open. It just sews me back together.
I’m sorry I thought you didn’t care what I did, when you’re someone who cares about people—more than I think humanly possible, sometimes. I’m sorry I didn’t care about you as much as you did me—”
“I was lucky to have you as a friend. Every day. And I took it for granted. Because when I lost it, it felt like my world went dark.”
“Still,” he says, “I doubt there’s a more perfect match, for either of you. It makes so much sense in hindsight, Charlie was shocked we didn’t see it sooner.”
Jo has lost her bearings. Their eyes are locked. My guy has a way with the ladies. Seen it time and time again. But this one is supposed to be off-limits. Oscar’s sister and all. Still, I’d ship it. Mostly since I’ve been sensing how much he likes her.
@StaleBread89: Dirty duo who? I only see a Lunnelly.
Other news: my elf is a Procrastination King. Guy has been learning ASL for fun instead of working on his Fizzle presentation.
Rose is less than enthused about football, just like her husband and children. I’ll love the Cobalts till the day I die, but they’re not without faults and this right here is their biggest one.
but I’m worried she’s going to ask something that’s harder to answer. My love of the Eagles—easy. My mom’s last name—complicated.
She only hides in her shirt when she’s extremely upset, and my stomach knots. “Where’d my sad alien go?” “To the land of shame.”
LILY AND LO 2.0
Ryke’s hardened gaze bounces between me and Lo. Then he gives him a look I can’t decipher. “Jesus, I’m not going to murder him,” Lo says. “He’s fine.” He nods towards the house. “Go back to the game. Wave a foam middle finger. Flirt with your wife.”
