Arrows Through Archer

by Nash Summers

My mind drifted to my brother. And then found its way to Danny. And then Mallory. And finally landed on me—and settled there as the pale moon sauntered across the sky— which was the darkest thought of all.

This is getting a bit annoying

Maybe if this universe of ours was different. Maybe if everything was different and the sky was the ocean and the clouds were the soil.

“Puzzles make you happy, don’t they?” Sharpshooter by nature, my instincts told me to go in for the kill. “It’s not the puzzles that make me happy, Mallory.” Immediately, his eyes locked with mine. “Don’t do this to me, Archer.” “Okay.”

When he looked up at me, he said, “I meant what I said. I really have no idea what I’m doing. I’ve never even touched another man—not like this.”

So its a big deal that archer is gay but not mal?

“Can I?” he asked huskily. “Yes.” The tips of two fingers slid in slowly, gently, but in one fluid motion.

How does he know what to do? He just told archer he's never done this b4

“When Archer came back to campus, he wasn’t the same. He used to be like a glass vase held together by tape. But after that, he seemed more like flecks of glass in a tornado.

Bro

“You seem sad,” I said, because he did. “I am.” The honesty in that might’ve been my undoing. It was so simple, so crisp, so self-explanatory. A small little word that could mean an entire galaxy of hurt.

oh gosh pls stop

And just when I thought the world had finally decided to let everything go our way, we both turned at the sound of a familiar voice asking, “Dad?”

Lmaoaooa gotcha motherfucka