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“I fire her on a daily basis. She has no respect for authority.”
“How can you know so much and so little at the same time?” “I don’t know.”
I think Mr. Attorney grumbles something that starts with an F and ends with a K, but I can’t decipher it with certainty.
“You’re fired.” “Yay me! I was worried you were about to let me squeak by today without firing me. See you Monday.”
As the elevator makes its short ascent, my clothes feel too warm, my tie too tight, and my skin too sweaty. I think my neck itches too. It’s an Ellen allergy. Surely Harrison will understand why I have to get rid of her if I can show proof of an actual allergy to her.
It’s why I love music. It can go deeper than words. Rhythm is the heartbeat of your soul.”
Stupidity. Impulsivity. They have a place and a time. Now. I need them now more than a million years of wisdom. No one on their deathbed says, “Remember how incredible it felt to make wise decisions?”
He gives me a different kind of frown. How many does he have?
I hum to forget the first man who laid his hands on me. I hum to forget the pain that comes with knowing he will never touch me again.
“Your dad let you ride your bike here?” Harry shrugs. “Sort of. I mean he said I could come here if I helped out around the house, finished my homework without being asked to do it, and stopped complaining about the meals he makes. So I finished my homework as soon as I got home from school. Cleaned my bathroom and emptied the trash from the kitchen. And I didn’t complain about the shitty lentil loaf and some squash thingy he made for dinner.” “Harrison, does he know you’re here?” He sighs. “He’ll figure it out.”
Harry is the best <3
“I’d never live in California. You’d have to be stupid to live near the San Andres fault. Eventually everyone will die.” My uncensored son pipes up.
I mean.... He's right
She smells like the forbidden and tastes like my newest addiction.
“Why are you humming?” “Because,” I whisper, keeping my eyes on his tie, “it calms my heart.” “What’s wrong with your heart?” “It gets a little out of control when I touch you—like it could explode.” “Then why touch me?” I glance up to meet his softened gaze. “Because you never feel more alive than when you’re flirting with death.” “Have you flirted with death?” I smile. “Yes.”
I want to remember this rhythm that my heart falls into only when he touches me.
“Because he hated me for having two hands after part of his were amputated.
Okay I did NOT expect that
If I crossed some line by asking that, it was only because he crossed the same line, and in the middle our realities collided.
“Sometimes the world ends and forgets to take you with it. I get it.”
Live or die, Flint … but don’t sit in the fucking middle just … existing.”
“Whatever.” I choose to take that as code for “I love you too, Dad.”
“She’s my friend—my friend. Why do you have to have sex with her? Can’t you find your own friends?” The waiter sets down chips and salsa. I cringe. If Harrison could stop saying sex, this night would go much better. “Dinner, Harrison. Did you hear me say dinner? Maybe a movie.” “And …” Harrison leans toward me, eyes wide. “And I take her home.” “No sex?” The little shit. I’m ready to strangle him. I don’t care what type of musical savant he may be. “No sex.” I’m going to Hell anyway. What’s a little lie on top of everything else? “Are you going to kiss her?” I loosen my tie and scratch my
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AHAHAH I LOVE THEM
“And you’re the first breath of oxygen that’s touched my lungs in ten years,” he whispers in my ear.
But sometimes … we forget that the greatest experiences we have as humans are with each other.
I want to be his greatest strength—and his greatest weakness. I want to be where he hides his lies and finds his truth.
However, he has that look. It’s the same look he used to give me when I did something wrong as a child. He rarely had to say anything; he knew if he gave me “the look” long enough, I’d fall apart in a desperate confession of all my wrong doings.
“Ellen? Oh!” My grandma jumps, her hand covering her heart. I hope it’s still beating.
“Flint is an attorney. He’s good with word manipulation.” She smirks before taking another sip of soup. “Samuel, he’s not a doctor.” Grandma calls like she wants the neighbors to hear too. “Hydrotherapy is not a real thing. It’s just a perversion.” “A what?” Samuel either lacks good hearing or needs to turn the TV volume down. It’s pretty loud.
Grandma smiles as we squeeze past her. “What kind of therapy was that, Dr. Hopkins?” She’s good. I grin. “Just good ole sexual healing.” Grandma purses her lips to keep from grinning and shakes her head at me before shutting the door. “I feel very close to your grandma.”
“You want to have sex with her.” He makes another inspection of the sea of cookies. “I think you want to have a lot of sex with her.”
Every day really is a miracle. We dodge a million chances at death for one chance to live. The odds are not in our favor.
I’m going to love you so hard, time won’t matter. Distance won’t matter. All you’ll feel when you take each breath … is my love.
“When are you going to give her the ring?” Harrison asks. “Give who a ring?” Elle asks. “You,” Harrison says. “What ring?” She looks over at me. I keep both eyes on the road. “The diamond one he stuck in his pocket before he left home.” “Little shit,” I mumble. “Diamond ring, huh? How many carats? Seven?” I ignore her. I ignore both of them. Several minutes later, Mr. Delayed Response says, “Ha! That was funny. Seven. She said that because you called her a seven. Seventy percent. You gave Elle a D. Remember that?”
