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“No.”
“Could be anotherfirst for us,” I offer.
I haven’t been subtle about collecting some of her firsts, which has turned into a sick, twisted, guilty pleasure.
She smiles at me in the mirror. Secretly, I think she’s been enjoying doing the same.
A little fun is the perfect way to keep my mind away from the email I got from Anthony when we landed. There’s nothing to report back. No bright, new idea. No next Flight Falcon.
I’d rather get lost in Lily than think about it any longer.
My boss, Anthony, puts his faith in me to bring revolutionary app ideas to the table. The last good thing I came up with at Viggle was over a year ago. The image-only messaging platform didn’t live long in the development phase.
For an idea man not to have any ideas…
Well, it sucks.
Sometimes, I’m afraid Flight Falcon was a one-hit wonder.
Lily sets down the dye box on the sink. “If we did stuff with the dye still in my hair, I’m sure peroxide would get into my vagina.”
“A burn that keeps on burning.”
We laugh together, but the sound leaves me half-heartedly.
Lily shuffles through her playlist, changing the song thrumming on the surround-sound speakers in our Soho lodgings.
“Thank you for helping,” she says as I finish the last section. “Finally, my hair will be fresh and dark to match my soul.”
“Your soul is most definitely not dark, maybe a bright red.”
“Fine, then it’s as dark as my heart.” Lily winks.
She’s been fighting to keep up her tough exterior, but her femme fatale nature has been missing in action while we’ve been together. Lily’s been playful, snarky, even soft sometimes, but I can’t tell her that I’m noticing a shift in her, or she’ll shut down our agreement altogether.
She knots her hair on top of her head, covers the strands with a blue hair cap, and faces me.
“With your whole ensemble, I’d say you look more like an alien,” I state.
Her eyes narrow on me. “Nico, I don’t come in peace.” She gives me the Vulcan salute.
Again, my laughter feels forced as I watch my favorite alien girl pull funny faces at me while chanting gibberish.
“Ugh, what’s wrong?” She drops the extraterrestrial communications.
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve been glum all day, and I don’t really like it when my Nico sunshine boy is suddenly overcast. Let’s talk about it, yeah?”
The edges of my lips lift. She’s noticing things about me. I fight the urge to point out that she saidmy Nicoas though I am her possession as much as I’m starting to want her to be mine.
“Umm, sure. I guess it’s because of this email my boss sent me. He was checking on the progress of mynonexistentapp ideas.”
“What about your everything-will-work-itself-out philosophy?”
“Still stands. Doesn’t mean I can’t have some bad days.” People always forget to check in on the positive ones. Yes, my good days far outshine my bad ones, but sometimes all that joy takes a back seat. Only my brother was ever truly able to pick up on the minute, albeit rare, shifts in my mood.
But now, Lily’s figured out the language of my soul.
