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“Correct. If you applied and got the position, you’d be welcome to stay with me over the summer. Me and Anthony, that is.”
omg i hope this is an “over the summer” type of book. please please please
don’t want to admit that I struggle a lot with English; that four years of going to school here and immersing myself have helped, but I still feel barely above proficient. I don’t want to admit how hard it is for me to read. I’m a communications student, but communicating is really quite hard.
“Good day, Atlas,” I greet him carefully, making sure to soften my accent on his name. I can’t tell if I’ve done well or not—he ignores me and takes his seat, expression never wavering. “How are we today?” Silence. I like silence. I am a creature of silence. But this silence is prickly
Most people will smile to my face before talking behind my back.
poor boy
“What is your favorite class?” “Ceramics.” “Oh?” I sit up straighter, delighted by this. “What are you making?” “Ceramics.” You did that to yourself, I reprimand myself, giving a mental shake.
“You will not miss having your own house? You will not mind extra wheel?” I mentally curse myself as soon as I say it. It’s third wheel.
“I shall leave here, yes?” He puts it on the corner of his desk, closest to me. “In case you become hungry.”
I love this guy
Does he always text like that—with grammatical and spelling errors?
Cutie
He laughs again. It’s an unhinged noise, and I wish he would stop making it.
This guy is hilarious
“Is your companion breathing, ma’am?” I ask, stepping closer and pointing to the unmoving body. People choke and die on their own vomit. I have read about this happening. “What?” she says again, but obligingly puts a hand on the other woman’s shoulder and gives her a vigorous shake. I flinch at the roughness of the gesture, but it does the trick. Her companion sits up, and now I am speaking to two unclothed and wasted women. “Where is Atlas?” I ask firmly,
I know Coach likes me, but at times like these I’m struck by the realization that he might also be proud of me. I hope he is. I don’t often make people proud, but I always strive to do so.
“Actually, yes. I will be having an interview with Sam Jameson next week.” My stomach gives a little flutter of nervousness at the thought, but is chased away by my friends.
:))))) sammmmmm
“Hey, how did your date go?” Luke asks, nudging me with his foot and leaning his head back against Max’s shoulder. “It was fine, thank you for asking.” All of my dates are fine. I like going out and chatting with people, even though I never feel any sort of spark or attraction. Dates, for me, are more of a way to make friends. To not be alone for a few hours. Luke stares at me, waiting for more, and I try to come up with a way to explain it to him that he might understand. “I do not have bad dates, really, but I…I do not feel that anyone is my Max. I do not like anyone.” Everyone stares at me
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I’m surprised. I do not think I am hideous, but I am not as handsome or interesting as others. Mostly, people’s eyes just slide right past me. Once, I was told I was like the white rice of SCU hockey players. I am not fun, like my teammate Nate, or good at making people smile, like Luke.
Aww
Similar to his face, he’s got a nice voice. I can’t explain it, but it’s a warm voice. The kind of voice that makes you feel like you swallowed a mouthful of hot coffee. A pleasant sort of burn.
I can practically see the words crawling up his throat and knocking at his teeth.
“He won’t let me go over to his place, or meet his friends, or like…go out on a date with me. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”
Marcos?
Sam laughs and I smile again. Two jokes and two laughs. I’m doing good today.
Sam and I continue through the halls, and I struggle to keep a smile off my face and my expression neutral. Not only did Corwin Sanhover remember me from training camp my freshman year, but he said he’s been watching our games this season. He said I’ve had an incredible couple of seasons, as though I am a player worth paying attention to. My fingers itch to text Max.
“Vas, right?” Troy asks, holding out his hand. I have shaken the hands of two NHL stars today—incredible. “I came to help out at camp a couple years ago, remember? With Corwin?” I stare at him, momentarily struck dumb by the realization that he is under the impression that I would ever forget that day. “I remember. It was the best day of the summer for all of us.”
From my car, I can see Troy and Sam crossing the parking lot together at a casual stroll, hands linked. The now familiar pang of jealousy burns in my stomach. I really want to know what that feels like.
I smile at my phone, a strange buzzy feeling in my chest when I look at his name on the screen, like I’ve swallowed a bee.
Lolll i love thus guy
I hold out for another two weeks before I eat the apple. The moment I reach for it, Henri’s eyes practically bug out of his head and he bites his lip so hard I can see the indent of his teeth. He looks so happy, I nearly put it back on the desk. But I’m fucking starving, and it’ll be hours before I’m able to go home and grab some food. So, Henri’s weird friendship apple will just have to do.
Weird friendship apple <3
“Okay, well, whatever. Text me if you want to do something later.” “I will, my friend.” “We’re not friends.” “A little bit friends,” he corrects, pinching his thumb and pointer finger together and holding them up. I sigh, shaking my head and turning away.
“No, this is for Uncle Win. He likes it when I make him pictures. I can write his name now, without help,” he tells me proudly.
CORWIN YES
He glares at me as I set a to-go cup of coffee on his desk, but there is no force behind it. He drinks black coffee, which I learned after pulling the information out of him the same way one might pull a tooth. I try to bring him one every class, as well as a nutritional snack. I do not think Atlas takes very good care of himself, and I worry about his health.
He’s got his arms crossed over his chest defensively, and has his usual surly expression on. For the first time in my life, I want to kiss someone in a public place.
It’s possible I’m a little bit of a slut for Henri Vasel.
Nothing good can come of feeling this good.
Atlas and I have developed something of an inside joke where apples are concerned. It started out as a genuine concern for his health, and has slowly manifested into a game between us to see who can find the most ridiculous apple-themed item. Last week, I was thrilled to find a horrendously ugly apple-patterned tie, and he has yet to beat me. Before that, Atlas brought me a set of children’s barrettes that were different types of apples. I have quite the stash of apple gifts from Atlas, and I cherish them rather more than I probably should for what is essentially a load of junk.
What I really want to ask is if he will be my boyfriend on purpose, not as an accident.
for shame no polo shirt though i am so proud Henri I was provided two uniform shirts to wear during my internship, and I get to keep them. Two new polo shirts for my collection. Atlas dear god they had no idea the monster they were feeding
My poor heart is never going to survive this night of longing.
