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Mid-chew, Donnelly says, “You’re already my gay icon.” He throws up a hand gesture that means love you.
His face cracks, and Farrow steps closer to put his arms around him just as Donnelly breaks down, bringing his own shirt up to cover his face. Aristotle said it best. Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.
“Fuck yes.” Donnelly smirks more. “You asking Oscar too or what?” “To be a groomsman.” I nod. “But I only have one best man.” That rocks him back. “What?” His eyes redden, more overwhelmed. “Really?” It had to be Donnelly. Only Donnelly.
His main tattoo style consists of bolder outlines. But these are perfectly straight and curved ballpoint-pen fine-lines. He smirks. “You’re not the only one with good hands.” “What the fuck, Donnelly?” Maximoff pins his glare everywhere but at his sister. “My dad lives here. He eats, sleeps, and breathes in this fucking house.” Luna groans, hands over her eyes. “Yeah, I know.” Donnelly glances from Luna to my fiancé.
Donnelly elbows his slipping reading glasses up his face. I chew my gum and try to decipher his feelings, but it’s hard. He’s not really a heart-on-the-sleeve type of guy when it comes to girls. Unpopular opinion time: I don’t hate them together.
Donnelly pulls a cigarette from behind his ear. “Dunno what’s so funny. I’m a great lay. Just ask—” He stops at the sight of Thatcher’s glare. “Cynthia,” Donnelly finishes. “Or Linda. Chelsea—”
“You wanna slut, come get me!” Donnelly shouts back. Luna grins.
Charlie mock smiles at my sister. “Something annoying, I presume.” “Audrey, Vada, Nona, and me—we all call you The Wretch.” He curtsies.
“I’ve got eyes on the Crow,” Donnelly says. “I repeat, I’ve got eyes on the Crow.” “Akara to Donnelly, don’t call Grandmother Calloway a crow.”
“Some random hot boys seduced you too?” “No,” she snaps, then sighs. “I’m afraid of nothing—I couldn’t turn down a dare.”
“You’ll live,” Charlie says. “But we can still throw you a funeral to celebrate the death of your common sense.”
“You’re the person that my soul has been searching for because my head was too stubborn to do it.”
You know what, he stared at me for a full-second like I spoke fucking Thebulan from Luna’s tentacle smut.” Donnelly hops up on the balcony railing. “That’s my favorite smut.”
