Wild Card

by Elsie Silver

And that voice? It’s the furthest thing from girlish. That voice is all grown-up. It’s not giddy or overly bright. It’s all honey and spice, smooth with a hint of heat—borderline sensual without even trying.

Not you glamorizing the sound of her voice, hehe

I deemed her pretty before, but I was wrong—she’s fucking gorgeous.

I yearn for that relationship. And I’ll never have it.

Aw, Gwen. You don't want that relationship with your crappy dad anyways.

She warms me. And a cautious optimism surges from within. It makes me think that maybe—just maybe—despite my surliness and sour mood, she might be enjoying my company. I hope she is. Because I know I’m enjoying hers, bewildered as that might make me.

EEK! Bash, it's okay to be enjoying Gwen's sunshine personality and optimism!

The way her brain works is…refreshing. And I want to know more about it. I think I’d like to spend some time in her brain just so I can get the hell out of mine.

She doesn’t give a fuck what I think. Nor should she. And I admire that about her.

I need to follow this mindset !

Her face breaks into the most heartrending smile. And all it does is make me want to pay her more compliments.

Giggle giggle

“Oh, tonight? Tonight is just our meet-cute. It’s the night we’ll tell our kids about one day. Remember?”

GWEN UR SO FOWRWARD AND ILY

This is me. I still want to be silly sometimes. I love to explore. I like to look at the glass as half-full. Hell, I will happily make lemonade.

And I love your glass half full y miss girl

And for the first time, he laughs. It bursts from his throat like it’s a relief to let it go. It gives me the fucking giggles.

Y'ALL give me the giggles <3

I see it now. He’s not just tired and grumpy. He’s grieving.

“I’ve only got about an hour,” he says. “Is that all?”

I don’t want tonight to be over yet. “Yes. Only an hour to ask for your number.”

EEK, my feet are kicking!!!

You’re too big. You talk too much. Your optimism is obnoxious.

No no no

And I tell myself it’s just goodbye for now and not forever. Because the world works in mysterious ways, and it would never squander a meet-cute like ours.

Ain't that the truth ;)

Weston Belmont is one of my closest friends, and even though I pretend to be irritated by him, I’m actually pretty attached to the guy.

Hehe ofc you love Wes, you love the bowling guys!!

Either way, he’s another stray I’ve adopted along the way. A loner with no family who—for as bonkers as he is—has become something of a father figure to me. Or a paradoxical boomer child, depending on the day.

CRAZY CLYDE!!!