Time of Your Life (Time of Your Life #1)

by Jessa Hastings

Uncomfortable things have to be worth it, worth whatever discomfort they bring you, otherwise they’re just…uncomfortable for no reason.

“Well, I have a feeling you’re quite big trouble…”

He gives me a proud, little grin. “Fuckin’ time of your life, but…”

Hold her face up to the sun if I could. See if the light bounces off her too. Feels like it might just…

I nod once, feelin’ this weird responsibility that wasn’t there three seconds ago. Don’t know if I’m ready for it or even want it, but fuck it. Heavy is the head, and she’s the fuckin’ crown.

I’m so fuckin’ in over my head with this girl, it ain’t even funny. And you know what? Happy fuckin’ days. Never liked shallow water much anyway.

I rest my forehead against his as my heart sinks like a heavy old anchor to the deepest part of a dark seabed.

And that—I’ll realise in eventual time—will be the first time that he lies to me.

“Something can be great and scary at the same time, you know…” She elbows me gently. “Most worthwhile things are.”

I don’t know why, but something about that feels like such a death sentence. I’m not sure for who. Him? Me? Us? Someone’s not making it out of this thing alive, I fear.

And as I walk toward her—Fuck, you know what? I see it. That other world. Where I’m not me, but she’s still her, cos she’s fuckin’ perfect. Where she’s barefoot in the kitchen, and there’s toy cars fuckin’ everywhere, crayon drawings on the wall, kettle always on, fire always lit. And it’s enough for me.