“Of course,” I say, and I mean it. It’s like what Devin said. She’s always been my pillar, and I want her to know that she can talk to me, and that if she needs me, I’ll do whatever I can to return the favor.

Thursday, July 5

Francinethescenequeen posted:

As per that post that’s been going around, I’ve blocked the Meet Cute Diary and will be blocking anyone else who doesn’t follow suit. We can’t allow master manipulators to run rampant through the LGBT community. Let’s stop this abuse now.

Lipstickbitch replied: Totally agree. Just let me know who to block.

Jjbaberams replied: I unfollowed but I’m not gonna block anyone who doesn’t. Sounds like overkill.

Ppaddamson replied: Don’t you think this is kind of extreme? We haven’t even heard Noah’s side?

Despite the world doing somersaults around me, I show up at work the next morning and try to pretend nothing’s changed. Of course, that immediately flies out the window when I see Devin sitting in the corner of the room. When e looks up at me, my heart races, and it’s not because I suddenly realize how much I’m into em. E’s got full-face makeup on, from blush to eyeshadow, and holy shit, it looks amazing.

I pause, my hand on the doorway.

“Morning,” e says.

“Morning.”

Devin pushes a Starbucks cup toward me and says, “I’m sorry about lying to you, but I wanted to bring you coffee anyway, if that’s okay.”

I smile, making my way into the room and sitting down next to em before grabbing the cup. “Thank you.”

Up close, it’s almost impossible for me to resist the urge to touch em. I mean, e looks like fucking artwork, from the perfect line of eir jaw up to eir perfectly contoured cheekbones.

“I look ridiculous, don’t I?” Devin asks.

“What? No!” I say, heat rising in my face. “I was just thinking that you look really nice.”

E smiles. “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s great. I mean, you look great. Did you do a tutorial or something?”

Devin laughs. “I asked my mom to do it. I know that sounds super dorky, but she’s always said she wanted a daughter she could do makeup for, so . . .”

“You look really amazing,” I say, and e does. Like fucking beautiful, and I hate that I’m seeing em differently than I did a few days ago. Hell, I don’t even usually like femmes, but looking at Devin like this, I can’t seem to remember why.

“I hope everything’s okay between us,” Devin says. “I mean, after last night. I was worried I chased you away.”