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me last night question. I'm going to start making you pay rent," said Kenny wi

missed promotion to stop hitti

o bring along," Scott whispered back.

ad a conspiracy theory going about Scott and me having a secret relationship. Sometimes

ng with Scott. As long as you don't mind that, we

ment to absorb

enny, looking doubtful. "Is it?" he leaned in and asked. "

aid Scott, pushing Kenny away from

bakery about his latest puff piece. It was just Scott and me, looking around the plac

ng look

k to Chicago,"

rs to my heart, and this wasn't coming out the way I w

f the semester, Stace. Just last night you were saying you

me to get married," I said m

ing in pitch. Realizing he was being loud, he lowered h

n calm as we stood before the display case next to other customers. He had earned the truth after

d sugary frosting, the slight coolness coming from the display case, the taste of bile r

ounding less certai

ven years had I felt more compelled to tell him the truth about who I w

I have people looking at me wherever I go. Both sexes, not jus

" Scott stepped away an

y he smiled at me. I missed the warmth of his hand on my neck from just a moment ago. Here I

ck around and w

on you, I've been committing you to memory. I have never once forgotten how beautiful you

your friend, Scott. Friends move away. Friends g

I wanted so badly to tell him, but at this poi

looking like I'd just