Fan Service

by Rosie Danan

I think my system’s fried. It’s like, you know when you’re on a real ugly crying jag but then all of a sudden you just stop. You hit a wall. And you’re empty and exhausted and dehydrated as fuck but there’s relief in being wrung out.” Alex gave him a look. “What? You never watched Titanic? When that old couple gets in their bed at the end and they’re just holding each other as the water rises?” Devin made a dismissive noise. “Grow up.”

It took a lot of gall to maintain a superiority complex when you’d accomplished nothing. When the only person you liked less than everyone else was yourself.

This was the deepest kind of friendship, in her opinion. Sharing stuff you loved, the stuff you got weird over, with someone else. Hoping they might get weird over it too.