Coin Tricks

by Willow Scarlett

I was ten when I’d realized I was a bully, and I didn’t want to be. I was fourteen when I’d realized I was gay, and I really didn’t want to be.

Bb :(

poor.

Nah

shrugged. “I just feel sorry for him, or something. But I let him go. I gave him some cash.”

Thats all u caN do really

“Whatever you say, Moo,” she said gently.

Its not like he could adopt him or something

had been made for me. No one except my family had ever made something for me before.

That smile did funny things to my insides and I tried not to think about it.

I would have pissed off all the moms in the world if it made Sid smile like that.

It would be so easy to merge them into my life,

The big knot of impossible dreams inside demanded that I make Sid smile, but most of me was just happy to see him happy.

I was careful to hold my palm flat and not touch him at all.

You SHOULD hav kissed him!!!!!!!

my Sid.

the moment was gone.

Are u kidding me

Every time we walked past a stranger I would wonder if they thought Sid and I were parents taking our children and dog for a walk.

if he was happy, the effort was worth it.

When I looked at him, he was looking right back at me. Wide green eyes and broad smile. Not messing around and not melancholy, simply happy and achingly open. What the hell had I done to get someone to look at me like that? My breathing hitched and I had to turn away. No way was that look for me.

Shut up thats so cute

It was good, too, that Restless Excited Sid talked a lot but never made fun of me.

Noooo no would should make fun of u

Sexy. That was a new one. Sid just dropped that bomb then kept sitting there like it wasn’t anything.

AAAAAAAAAA

And that, right there, was the moment I knew I was in love.

“With a best friend beside me.”

Sid i stg

You’re the magic that I grew up and stopped believing in.

Not tonight.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME WHY DIDNT YOU KISS HIM

So I let him go.

Ughhhhhh are you kidding me

“Sid, I’m always going to want to kiss you.”

I woke with Sid in my arms. I’d spent countless nights imagining that moment. Waking with a boy in my arms.

Maybe I put too much sugar.” “Wait, you made this? Like, by hand?” “Yeah.” “Then I love it. It’s handmade for me! How cool is that?” He laughed, breathy, from the chest.