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Why in the ever-loving hell would anyone want to be with me?
:(
“Tell me a secret that you’ve never told anyone else.” We have a short window of time. Joana is at the door, but I take advantage of every single second. Holding his waist, I lean in and whisper, “Estou apaixonado por voçê.” I translate, “I’m in love with you.”
Fans should be making cupcakes with our mother-effing names and hoisting up posters that say, Oscar & Jack for All Time. All time. Not for a short time, not a long time. But for all fucking time. That’s going to be us. If we can get through the tough parts. I’d bet on it.
Jack sent the money to Donnelly. And when we showed up to crash on the couch tonight, he was pissed in the way that Donnelly gets pissed at friends. He sighed really hard. And then he let it go. He even offered Jack a beer.
“Basta ikaw,” he says in Tagalog, and translates again, “Because it’s you, as long as I’m with you.”
“When are we finding this Tye Smith guy?” he asks his question. “Because I propose we put bees in his locker. I know a dude—” “No,” Maximoff cuts in firmly. Tom waves Thor’s hammer like what the hell. “Then what’s this meeting for if we’re not going to plot revenge?”
bees😭
“What is it?” I ask. He grimaces. “Don’t hate me. Promise you won’t hate me, dude.” Now I’m terrified. But my lovesick ass says, “I promise I won’t hate you.”
Oscar<3
Blood has drained from my face. I think I’m near tears. Motherfuck. “What is it?” I ask again. He cheated on me. He doesn’t actually love me. He doesn’t want to be with me long-term. He’s married to a woman. He has a baby.
Oscar is so baby
“Highland.” I stare at the shiny silver ring on his finger. That was definitely not there last night.
NO WAY THEY ELOPED
Right here, inside the most beautiful palace, next to the most beautiful man, I come to a clear understanding. I have zero regrets.
Love? All I know is my love for Oscar carries me like the water. A feeling of invincibility. The patience as the ocean laps underneath my body. The anticipation as the perfect wave rolls near. The cool excitement and power as I stand up. As I ride those impossible swells, and once I’m in the barrel, all the doubts and fears wash away. Leaving a bright burst of indescribable bliss. That is his love to me.
I’m thanking every star and moon and sun for sending him to me.
One thing people never get right when they first meet Donnelly: he’s a smart motherfucker. He plays dumb too well.
“I want to stop hating you,” he mumbles into my shirt. “I just don’t know how.” I keep my hand to the top of his head, trying to take his pain. “This is a start.” That’s all that matters in the end. A start. A beginning. We’ve been resting in purgatory for so long, unable to communicate with one another, that it felt like we’d never reach this point.
“Is it an older man?” Charlie asks. “He’d only be at charity events like this one. And he’d have a proclivity for hating my cousin.” “Yeah,” Jesse nods. “That sounds like him.” Ernest Mangold, the CEO of H.M.C. Philanthropies. Charlie wanted his head on a spike.
no fucking way. charlie is a fucking mastermind
Working on the pilot to Born into Fame gave me the biggest opportunity of my life. I found love. Not just momentary love that passes like the seasons. I found love that lasts even when the screen fades to black.
Can’t beat love, in all forms, all kinds—and after a big dose of drama, all I want to do is surround myself in that feel-good, can’t sleep, gotta keep my ass awake to sing the night away, kind of love.
“I was never rewriting my life when I met you. There was no rewrite, Oscar, because this is how it was always supposed to be written. I am supposed to be with you. You are supposed to be with me. Nothing else makes sense.”
