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423 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 13, 2021
While you were home sick with a flu, the love of your life had penetrative intercourse, at a party, at his old house, in a waterless bathtub, with someone else who smelt like musk and orange blossom and… tuberose (I think?)
She’s the deer and I’m the wolf and there’s a massive truck headed right for us in the middle of a dark night.😐
I spent her seventeenth birthday party sweating fucking bullets because I’m pretty sure her dad told Kendrick Lamar and Travis Scott to stare me down and keep me in line.
“You have sex with other people and tell her because when you do, it makes her sad and her being sad about that validates your feelings for her. She still cares. She wouldn’t be sad otherwise. She’s sad that I’m sleeping with other people, it must be because she still has feelings for me. You do it to feel close to her.”
1. bj gets a blowjob from the bartender in the bar next to the restroom
2. magnolia goes to the restroom cause she forgot her hair clip there
3. seeing the scene she runs away
4. next morning she knocks on his door
5. he lets her in and they start hugging
6. And then, quoting, my(BJ) hotel door opens, and Bartender fills the frame wearing my T-shirt and nothing else.
They all say yes because I don’t think anyone’s ever said no to me besides Parks.
It’s going off. I’m not okay. I feel like I’ve fallen into a hole. No edge to grab, no end in sight, arse in your stomach, stomach in your throat, heart in the hand of a girl who’s holding someone else’s—just a kind of forever falling, this fucking suspending always falling, which is sort of what it feels like to be in love with her at this point anyway.
“It killed me when you were with him,” he tells the window.
I wriggle closer to him, rest my head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
“Get the fuck out of my face.”
He grabs my wrists and holds them tight and I don’t want him to let them go because I’m scared of what happens when he does. “Oh, is that what you want now?” he yells, and we’re devolving.
“You’re sleeping with Jo.”
She gives me a look. “I know.”
“Fuck, I hate girls.” I shake my head at her.
Magnolia rolls her eyes and goes around hugging all of our friends, and especially not hugging Taura, whom I toss a consolatory smile to.
“But he’s just…. sort of… stupid. Especially with you.” He sounds annoyed about that part.
“With me?” I smile, feeling awfully high and mighty.
“Yep.”
omg he’s so obsessed with her, that he’s thinking about her while having sex with other girls? omg this is so romantic💗.
omg he’s snorting cocaine because of how in love he is with her and can’t get over their relationship? i want what they have💗.
omg he has 22 tattoos about her and she’s thinking about them while having sex with another man? they’re soulmates💗.
“I(Tom) watched you hurt her in that club, thought I could help her level the playing field. But now I think I’m a bit in love with her—”
I(BJ) nod, getting it. “She has that effect on people”
“I know,” he says, solemn. “I’m sorry.”
I clock him. “For what?”
“Because I like you, man.” He smacks me on the back. “But if I have a shot here, I’m taking it.”
I give him a look. “Same, bro.”
BJ looks from me to Christian and then cries to the sky. “Are you fucking kidding?” He looks down at me with wild eyes, wide and sore. “Is two of us not enough?”
“Why the fuck are we talking about this? Again. We’re not talking about how I fucked up, we’re talking about your colossal fuck up. With my best friend. Who’s in love with you now.”
“You love me. Everyone knows you love me.” I gesture around us. “I know you love me. Your boyfriend(Tom) knows you love me. Even you know you love me. Except you’re fucking him,” I yell, and I sound savage. “So who’s the real slut?”
And you want to know the god honest truth? I wasn’t thinking of Parks. All I was thinking about was that was what I wanted. It was what I wanted. I was choosing it. That was what I wanted to be doing and I was doing it, and I had a girl in my hands that I wanted there, and we were touching and kissing and that was what I wanted.
𝓼𝓹𝓸𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓮𝔀
⤷ ❝but mostly, i hate the way i don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.❞
”how many loves do you get in a lifetime?”
”how’s the weather over there, parks?
“warm enough.”
”how’s the weather other there, beej?”
“clear skies”
“everything wonderful, everything magical, everything painful, beautiful and spectacular and wretched and defining that had happened to me happened with him. and i hate him for that.”
”Can you die from a broken heart, do you know? And if I did and they cut me wide open, would I bleed loving him?”
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“Can you die from a broken heart, do you know? And if I did and they cut me wide open, would I bleed loving him?”
“How many loves do you get in a lifetime? I remember wondering that. How many people will look at me like he does, not just like I’m the sun but like I’m the whole god damn universe.”
“He's killing me. Loving him is killing me too, and I'm afraid because how many loves really, do you get in a lifetime? How many chances do you give it before you let it go?”
“The lights go off and she stares at me through the darkness a few seconds longer, and I love her in the dark. I mean, fuck it— I down and out love her in all spectrums of light, even the absence of it.”
“I remember it, like a physical punch in the gut, how much I loved him. Really loved him. To the bone, loved him. Cut me and I’d bleed him. How much I needed him, still needed him, would forever, always, never couldn’t even if I tried, needed him.”
“You know how there are a key few moments in your life that stand out, like, your first kiss, and the first time you realise your parents are just people too and hearing Coldplay’s “The Scientist” for the first time and falling over and really fucking up your knee, like your first hospital visit, all that shit— meeting Parks is one of them for me.”
“Usually when I wake early I tell him I do it to meditate on the beautiful parts of life but really, I just watch him. He is a beautiful part of life, I suppose. Painful things can still be beautiful things, in case you didn’t know.”
“I know that some love is beautiful, and some is freeing, some unravels you, some love poisons you, some blinds you, some betters you, and some loves break you in invisible ways that no one else knows about until you have to stand up and the weight of your love crushes your bones.”
“We’re nowhere near where we thought we’d be, we’re completely off grid, and I feel lost and alone for a minute, but I’m lost and alone with him.”
“I watch her, the girl of my dreams, love of my life, alpha, omega, beginning and end, ’til death do us part and even then I’m still hanging on.”
“I’ll love him ’til I die, love him ’til it consumes me whole and kills me dead—so maybe love doesn’t conquer all but just some.”
Our eyes hold like our hands won’t.
I love you, he blinks.
Prove it, I sigh.
“I remember it, like a physical punch in the gut, how much I loved him. Really loved him. To the bone, loved him. Cut me and I’d bleed him. How much I needed him, still needed him, would forever, always, never couldn’t even if I tried, needed him.”
“The lights go off and she stares at me through the darkness a few seconds longer, and I love her in the dark. I mean, fuck it— I down and out love her in all spectrums of light, even the absence of it.”
“Too much of my life, maybe even too much of who I am entirely can be traced back to him or us. Everything wonderful, everything magical, everything painful, everything beautiful and spectacular and wretched and defining that has happened to me happened with him. And I hate him for that.”
“I think if we all could have peeked behind heaven’s curtains at that moment we’d have seen those old Fates knotting our threads together, me and Beej, in this pure, sunny, inexorable, undoable way. I said knotted, not tied. Because I don’t know whether we’ll ever come undone. Not easily, anyway.”
“Forget the metaphors about the jumper cables and the sparks, we’re all of them and none of them— Parks and me. It’s in the fucking stars.”