Anything You Can Do

by R.S. Grey

Roses are red, Daisy is you, I heard you came back, and I did too.

Lucas Thatcher and I have been in competition with each other since day one. Yes, the actual day one, the day on which we were born, all of 58 minutes apart.

I am the Annie Oakley to his Frank Butler and I firmly believe that anything he can do, I can do better.

I laugh loudly and aggressively. I need her to shut up and go have her baby somewhere.

Another bright spot for me is that men regularly mistake my exhausted ramblings and honest deprecation as humor and personality.

“I know you had it covered back there, but I couldn’t just sit there and let her talk to you like that.” I tilt my head and study him. “So is that it? You’re the only one allowed to bully me?”

“To your earlier question: yes.” “What?” I ask, my voice raspy. “I’m the only one,” he says before walking away.

“Not so fast. I still have to shower.” “Why? Because you just worked out? Because you’re still a little hot and sweaty, and you have this masculine musk going on?” He knows nothing. He is Jon Snow.

YES RIGHT THERE, LUCAS, YOU GOD.

There’s no way to tell if I’ve died or not, because surely this is exactly what heaven must be like.

“Why do you think I’ve never had a serious girlfriend? Huh?” He pushes on. “Why do you think I always broke things off before I came home to Hamilton? It was for YOU! Because I wanted you. Every other relationship I’ve had has been a futile attempt to get over you. To move on.”

The last two people who knew Lucas and Daisy were going to end up together forever were Lucas and Daisy.