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Great. He’s upset with me. I’m a shitty son. I’ll never be enough.
Fuck, even sad, he’s adorable. Makes me want to make him hot chocolate and shit. Tuck a blanket around him. Sit on his face.
“Huckslee, I’ve been in love with you since the eighth grade.”
“That’s...actually really sweet, in a fucked kind of way.”
Baby. I’m baby.
Taytay: Are you a fuckin magician? How’d you get outside? Me: Abracadabra, bitch.
Goddamn. That’s it. I’m wholly gone for this boy. And it terrifies me.
“A satellite, huh?” He nods, wrapping his arms around me. “Yeah, and I fell out of orbit. Can’t have me doing that. So I came to you because that’s where we belong. In each other’s gravity.”
“You’ll come back for me?” “Always.”
“I love you too, Huck.” With every atom and every breath. Whatever happens in August, nothing else matters. Just him, me, and whatever life we can carve out for ourselves.
“The fuck? Hell no, I’m relieved. Lying makes me gassy.”
Scrambling around Huck’s body, I climb up his back, pointing to the old broom leaning against the closet. “Get it out! Get it out!” He jumps into action, grabbing the broom and chasing the hissing raccoon all over the living room like a hockey puck, shouting curse words that would probably make his grandma’s hair curl.
