The Blueprint (Rules of Possession #1)

by S.E. Harmon

But the universe just laid a situation in my lap, and I didn’t know what to do.

In the tapestry of our life, our threads were so interwoven we’d have to unravel the whole damn blanket to pull them apart.

My crutch just happened to be of the dark-haired, gray-eyed, mouthy, and annoying variety.

You can be a womanizer, an abuser, or a deadbeat dad, and you can still be one of the crew. Just don’t be a fag.

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.’”

I generally wasn’t that big of a fan of closeness. It usually felt too clingy. I could feel every place on my body where that person’s body touched mine. It was almost suffocating. But with Kelly I just wanted him closer, wanted to pull him halfway onto my body as he fell asleep, breathing softly against my neck.

I felt like an imaginary bluebird had landed on my fucking shoulder the moment he walked in the door. Zip-a-dee-doo-dah and all that shit.

Oscar Wilde seemed to sum up my situation with Kelly—“There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.” I asked for just friendship, and he gave me exactly what I asked for. No more, no less.

Part of me thinks I could fall in love with you. The clock ticked some more. The other part of me knows I already have.

I stabbed hope in the heart again. Stay dead this time, optimistic bitch.

“But tonight I plan to take you out. Squire you around a little.” I bit my lip so I didn’t smile. “Squire me?” “You heard.” “Like on our first date? You want to go to the malt shop?” I teased. “I think my poodle skirt is at the cleaners.”

Something amazing happens in your world when the person you think is crazy special thinks you’re kind of special too.