On the Edge (SCU Hockey #3)

by J.J. Mulder

I can’t help but smile as he talks, excited to hear him say so many words in a row. True, he’s still looking like he wants to murder me, but at least he’s talking. It seems like a step in the right direction, at the very least.

“I think I am mostly wanting someone that I might like to talk with, and maybe lie under a blanket with to watch hockey, and also touch my hair.”

what the fuck is that Henri It is a grumpy owl that looks a little like you. Atlas jesus fucking christ did you color that Henri Yes! I will bring it to class for you. Atlas I don’t want it Henri To Atlas, Love Henri Atlas please don’t

Henri Hello, Atlas, what are you doing this evening? Atlas why Henri I am wondering if you might like to come over? Atlas why Henri I do not have a good answer to that question. Why not?

“Atlas, you must be very tired from being so distrustful.”

Atlas, smirking, hands me the scorecard as we pass a trash can on my side as we head out the door. Instead of tossing it, I tuck it into my pocket. Proof, for the future, that perfect days do exist.

do not understand how someone so smart could be so blind. How could I want someone else when Atlas is in the world?

“I know it is hard to believe when people tell you things, so I will not do that. I will show you, yes? I won’t tell you that I won’t leave you. I will simply stay, and perhaps that will speak for itself.