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stronger than I usually have, a tell-tale sign Ben mixed my drink. Kid has the tolerance of a toddler so he makes the rest of our drinks stronger to balance the scales. Infallible logic, I have to admit.
“Are you seriously hitting on me right now?” “Is it making you feel better?” Is a hot man propositioning me making me feel better? “A little.” “Then, yeah.”
“Could always sleep in my bed. I’ll protect you.” “Dream on.” “Believe me, querida, I will.”
while I really want to punch him, I kind of want to kiss him too. Platonically, of course.
I make a pit stop to drop off Cass’ fucking wine coolers, slapping him upside the head for his meddling and doing the same to Ben, just because.
Ben always catching strays
And the pièce de résistance; a banner strung up on the longest wall with Happy 40th Birthday Nicolas scrawled on the blue plastic fabric. Fucking assholes.
24 really does feel like 40 tho
She’s…. light. She’s literal sunshine. And it makes a burst of anger shoot through me because I know that for so long, she was with someone who did nothing but dim her.
Amelia rolls her eyes like she always does when I flirt with her, always automatically assuming I’m messing with her. Which I am. Sometimes.
And when he murmurs, “I just gotta hold you for a sec,” in a quiet, calm, honest voice, that feels pretty freaking perilous too.
Oh STOP IT
To quote Luna quoting some drunk, scorned woman; Nicolas Silva doesn’t fuck with feelings. Nicolas Silva just fucks.
I’ve heard that before about my own reformed man whore
Strived to convince me that Cass wouldn’t mind me—fuck it, I’m going to admit it—having a big, fat, pathetic crush on his sister.
“What?” She grins, wide and unabashed, her exhaustion suddenly moot. “A little teasing is good for him. Keeps his ego in check. Stops his big head from getting stuck in doorways.” Yeah. I’m fucked.
But those godawful gas station nachos covered in that fake plastic cheese? A fucking crime. “How can you eat those?” Scoffing, Amelia brandishes a bright yellow tortilla chip in my direction. “You do not get to judge me. You drink wheatgrass shots for fun.”
“I need to shit and this ass is not touching a public toilet seat.”
“I like her.” Shit, why does that make me itch? “You just met her.” “I have very good intuition,” Ma claims. “You like her too.” “Your intuition tell you that?” “No.” The back of her hand wallops me in the chest as she grins up at me, dark brows wiggling. “You and your googly eyes did.”
“Cough it up. You two are banging, right?” Would you look at that; I’m suddenly completely sober. “No!”
“Sabia que seria assim.” I have no idea what that means but I moan anyway,
She’s saying what we were all thinking
“Stop staring at me.” “I like staring at you.”
“You’re panicking.” “I’m not.” I am. I really, really am. With a capital ‘P.’
Nick’s hand drifts as I speak, floating across my shoulder and down my arm, tapping the back of my clenched fist until it opens and I let him lace our fingers together, the move as confusing as it is comforting.
Ugh this is so tender and sweet
“Did we order food and forget about it again?” A husky chuckle I’d know anywhere greets me as I open the door. “Not sure you can find me on DoorDash, querida, but thank you for implying I’m good enough to eat.”
And as I stare, I find myself thinking WWLED; What Would Luna Evans Do? Whistle. I freaking wolf whistle in the middle of a bookstore.
“Omega Chi have a picture of you taped over the dartboard in their living room because you fucked and ducked so many of them.
Okay but that’s iconic
I keep finding myself thinking about silly shit, like how I need to start buying oat milk because it’s the only kind she likes.
“You’re gonna fight someone for staring at my ass?” “Querida, I wanna fight people for staring at your face.”
“God, you’ve gotta stop grinning like that,” Kate groans, dramatically banging her forehead against the door of the upper cabinet closest to her. “I can’t be mad at him for crashing girl’s night when you’re grinning like that.”
Lips and sweet, drunk, foreign words brush my temple. “Gosto mais de você do que desejo.” “I don’t know what that means.” Nick laughs. “Me neither.”
Amelia smiles sweetly up at me but a brief flash of concern crosses her features, her gaze flitting over my face and bare chest. “Be careful, okay? You just got pretty again.”
The guy groans in a way that makes my skin crawl. “Feisty little thing, hm? I like it.” A vehement, wholehearted ‘ewwww’ pings around my brain.
The ewww heard round the world
If either of us were capable of paying attention to anything except each other, we would’ve noticed Ana watching our entire exchange with a smile.
I’m kicking my feeeet
With Amelia, ignorance is truly bliss; she has no clue what the term of endearment means or if she does, she doesn’t care. Ma, however, knows. She knows intimately what it means because it’s what my dad used to call her.
It’s a weird feeling, getting wary looks from a suspected drug dealer. Bit of an ego boost, to be honest.
Sure
Ben can barely take care of himself. I watched him eat dry ramen last week because he was too lazy to boil water.
Because tonight, come hell or highwater, I am introducing Cass to my boyfriend. Or, more accurately, I’m re-introducing his best friend to him as my boyfriend.
Diane taps her nails against the side of her still-full mug. “I'm a customer, Amelia.” I correct her swiftly, “You're a bitch, Diane.”
“Beijos por favor, meu amor.”
GIGGLING RN I love a man who turns into an absolute BABY when drunk
“I love you, Nicolas.” In a moment that I don’t think I’ll ever forget as long as I live, Nick breaks out in the most breathtaking smile I’ve ever seen. “Thank fucking God.”
Fucking hell, I feel like a dumbass.” “At least you're pretty,”
“If my sister and my best friend are in love and spending all their time with each other, then where do I fit in?”
Literally all Amelia and I did last night was talk and sleep; I wasn't going to fuck her with my mother and sister sleeping soundly down the hall, able to hear every moan and whimper. I'm waiting until they leave for the day. Like a gentleman.
~like a gentleman~
“For someone who almost died a few months ago, you look fucking great.”
