sWitch

by Kat Blackthorne

I was bubblegum and she was a storm cloud. But somehow, together…we were at ease, both outcasts in our own way— but together, we fit.

You’re a fucking liar.” “So are you!” Trevor shouted. “We’re twins! We’re the exact fucking same, all the time!”

“Yes, that’s what I want to know. Do you think I give a shit who Trevor is fucking? Do you know the relief I just felt when I found out he’s fucking my girlfriend and not you? I don’t want anyone touching you but me, Fauna. I don’t want some purple-haired mean girl making you afraid either.” Remy reached behind my neck and tugged out the pin holding my tight bun in place. “And I don’t want your hair to be blonde unless you want it blonde. Personally, I miss the pink. I don’t want to see you in grey ever again. You shine, Fauna. You deserve sparkles and pink and whatever the hell else you want in this life—and I want to make sure you have it.”

Player one found her player two.

You’re all that matters to me. You’re my home. Be my player two for life?” She put her hand in mine as tears clouded her eyes. “End game?” “Yeah, end game.”