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“So I’ve got some bad news, Luna.” In so few words, I explain the headline that’ll hit the internet soon and the need to publicly distance myself from her dad.
“But it’s fake? You’re still in the car with him?”
“Yeah, he’s right here.” I hoist the phone towards her dad. “You wanna sayhi?”
Lo glances at the phone. “It’s for his own good.”
“The world won’t ever let this go, Dad,” Luna says quietly. “They’ll always think you two hate each other.”
“Give me the phone.” Lo is already reaching for my cell. He holds it against his ear, and I just hear him tell his daughter, “We’re taking this week by week. Day by day. You don’t need to stress about the future. No one, and I meanno one, can predict what’s going to happen a year, three years, adecadefrom now. Not even your genius aunt and uncle. Okay?”
“Okay,” she says quietly, and I wanna exterminate all doubt in her head—but I stay silent this time, worried if I speak up I’ll just be lying to her and myself.
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Nov 15th
1:02 p.m.
StaleBread89:bought Fanaticon Convention tickets before they sold out ??
Illyana_Dallas222:you still want to go with me?
StaleBread89 read at 1:03 p.m.
Illyana_Dallas222:is that a no?
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LUNA HALE
Fifteen minutesafter I sent the DM to Donnelly, hestillhasn’t responded.
It’s fine, I try to tell my anxious heart. He’s not in the penthouse, or else I’d knock on his door and chat with him in person.
“He’s probably just busy doing security things,” I mutter out loud, not to my fish or my puppy. This time, I’m speaking to a living breathing human being.
A squishy, baby-cheeked Ripley Hale is beside me eating strawberries, swinging his little legs on the couch and watching superhero cartoons on the penthouse’s living room TV.
I stare at the DMs on my phone, my stomach somersaulting. Besides this blip in communication, I’m just hoping today isn’t the day the media decides to run the article about thefakefeud between my dad and Donnelly.
Maybe I should check, but digging into the internet sounds about as fun as swallowing a sword right now.
“For every step forward, Donnelly and I are taking a giant leap back into a dumpster fire,” I tell Ripley. “You know Gamora and Star-Lord had an easier romance. And they’re different species!” I fall further back against the couch cushion.
“Wow,” Ripley says to me like I’m going through a whole lot.
I let out a breath. “I appreciate the concern,” I say softly into a nod. “Truth be told, I’m no Avenger or Guardian of any Galaxy, but Donnelly could be one. He really could.”
Ripley chews on a strawberry, staring intently at me.
He’s a good listener, just like his dads.
“He’s in leagues with the heroes ofallearthly and galactic realms,” I profess strongly.
Ripley gasps in astonishment. “Really?”
