If We Were Us

by K.L. Walther

“You guys are like sunshine on steroids.”

Whatever the theme, she never had any trouble pulling an outfit together.

“What’re you guys doing?” “About to pop our cherries,” Reese answered. I almost choked on my saliva. “Relax, she’s kidding,”

Then she did a terrible job of not smiling at Luke, and he did an exceptional one of not noticing.

“Or a moment of perfect symmetry?”

I caught Nick throw a glance toward my overflowing closet, as if say, Well, isn’t that a perfectly good spot? No, I thought, heart beginning to race. Nobody should have to hide in there.

He was in the musical with Carmichael.” He nodded at Charlie, whose face had gone from pale to translucent.

“Itai desu,”

“Yeah, I love him,” he said. “I’ve been a goner for him since the day we met.”

“That’s the diagnosis, yes.”