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October 1 - October 4, 2024
I gather it must be the alcohol in my system. I doubt I could spot Bigfoot if he were to stand directly in front of me right now.
“I’ll make you some tea, son. Just come see me.”
Charlie wahhh
His eyes flare brighter when he sees me, his mouth quirking up in a grin. “Hello, love of my life.”
I’m already in love with him
“He said what?” Grey asks. I’m startled by the grit in his tone, the flat look on his face. His jaw is pulsing from how tight he’s holding it shut. When I look beside him at Holden, he’s wearing a similar expression, but much less…just much less. Everything about my brother looks less intense than whatever is going on with Grey.
“You always had such a crush on him in high school,” Sarah says, tracking the movement, and I go still. “Yes, well, I’m proof that dreams do come true, I guess,” Finley says. “Speaking of, how’s your MLM going?”
I planned to go home tonight, debate with myself about making a healthy dinner for a few hours until it’s too late to eat anything but cheese and crackers and a handful of grapes, then read a book in bed until I pass out.
She’s so me fr
He leans back against the door, never able to stand up straight when there’s a surface to prop himself against,
One of my favorite mmc micro tropes is the must-always-lean man
“Let’s open this bookstore. What do we need to do?” He looks around the space once more, mentally cataloging. “Buy some bookshelves? No, what am I saying? Holden can build them. And books, of course. How do you buy books? Will you take used ones? And—”
Zero questions asked he’s immediately SO excited I adore him
“Reading a lot doesn’t mean I know how to run a bookstore.” “Read a book about it. Starting a Bookstore for Dummies. I’m sure they have it. Let me look.”
LET HIM LOOK
I desperately want someone to think of me, to love me, like that, enough to send me an I’m thinking of you gift when I have a shitty day.
Part 1
“I brought flowers for you.”
Part 2 WAH
“You’re right.” A smile stretches across my face. “Would you mind if I got my phone so I could record that? I’d like to make it one of the positive affirmations I listen to in the morning.” She rolls her eyes, the tension leaving her. “You don’t listen to positive affirmations.” “No, but if you’d like to make some, detailing everything you like about me, I would.”
“You’re trouble.” She lifts a shoulder in a shrug, her cheeks still pink from laughter, her mouth still stretched wide in a heart-stopping smile. “Never said I wasn’t.”
“I want to swim.” I stare up at her for a long moment. “It’s dark.” “You know, it’s crazy,” she says, her free hand planting on her hip. “But there is actually still a lake out there even in the dark.”
“Is it cold?” “Your feet were just in it.” “That’s different.” “How?” I ask, my arms making tiny waves where they fan out beside me. “I’ll be naked.” A smile stretches out across my face. “Well, don’t let me stop you. It’s like bath water out here.” Her eyes narrow, her hands returning to her hips. “I’m not getting fully naked.” “I’ll take any degree of nakedness, please and thank you.”
Please and thank you
That when eleven-year-old me met handsome fourteen-year-old him, the color of my favorite flower changed to match his eyes.
“Still, I’ve never brought a boy home before.” “Finley, I feel the need to remind you that I have, in fact, been here once or twice before.”
“Once or twice” (at least once a week for the last 15 years)
“Can we just go inside and tell them we’re together?” My eyes catch on movement over her shoulder, and when I look up, the entire family is standing on the porch, watching us. My smile stretches so wide it hurts. “I don’t think we’ll have to.”
he sips on a glass of whiskey. It’s neat enough to make my eyes water. I like to mix mine with cola, which Holden refers to as my “bitch juice.”
“Since that summer after my freshman year of college?” I swallow and nod. Holden’s lips twitch under his beard. “I knew it.” Then, after a moment, he says, “I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have dating my sister, Grey.” His smile stretches, eyes twinkling in a way they never used to before Wren. “And if she hurts you, she will have me to answer to.”
“Can’t you do that online?” “I don’t trust the internet.” “You met your wife online.” “Semantics,”
That while her family and my aunt and Charlie and my job have been enough to keep the rain at bay, there wasn’t any sunlight until her.
“You love me.” “I’m rethinking that.”
