If You Could See the Sun

by Ann Liang

I do a quick mental scan of all the people I know, and what I end up with is a harsh, painful truth: I’m friendly with everybody...but I’m friends with nobody.

“This is an awful lot like The Lord of the Rings.” “What?” “The part with the invisibility—” “Yeah, no, I got that,” I splutter. “But how—why—okay. Wait a second. Since when were you into high fantasy?”

“I always knew Jake Nguyen was a fuckboy.

typical nguyen moment

“Well, what else are we supposed to do?” I snap. “Netflix and chill?” His brows rise higher. And suddenly my face is burning too. Hastily, I add, “I meant in the literal sense, of course.” “Of course.”

such a crazy edging moment

It almost gives me whiplash, how quickly the mood changes, like having your emotional, family-friendly farm animal movie interrupted by a cheery ad from McDonald’s.

youtube with ads moment

The ropes come loose after the ninth try; some combination of finding the right angle, the disgusting amount of sweat slicking my hands, and the lucky fact that the kidnapper didn’t have time to double knot.

this reminds me of sophia because her hands are sweaty