I’m both grateful for how perfectly Devin fits into my life, and a little bit miserable. I mean, at least if we resented each other by now, this would be a lot easier. As it stands, my final victory is getting to show em off to my parents when they get in.

“You okay?” Devin asks.

I shrug, because I hate putting my problems on em.

E raises an eyebrow and says, “Noah, please be honest with me.”

I smile. “Pass me a cupcake?”

And Devin one-ups me, holding a cupcake out for me to take a bite, and it’s sweet and perfect and I really want to kiss em, but e’s on the other side of the counter and I’m not tall enough.

“So, something interesting happened last night,” Devin says.

I raise an eyebrow. “Oh? What’s that?”

“My dad got the promotion, and he’s going to take it.”

I feel my breath catch in my throat. “Oh? Where?” My hands shake in fear e’s going to say New York, or Vermont, or London, somewhere so far it’ll be hard for us to even Skype.

Then e sticks eir finger in the cupcake frosting and lifts it so e can lick it up. “California.”

My jaw drops because that’s not only the last thing I expected em to say, but it’s more than I’d let myself get my hopes up for. “Are you serious?”

E nods. “Yeah, it’s over in San Francisco.”

And my heart deflates because San Francisco is nowhere near Los Angeles. Hell, we might as well be in different states.

“Oh,” I say.

Devin frowns. “I thought you’d be happier about that. I had to sit my parents down for a whole PowerPoint to convince them not to take the position in DC.”

And I know e’s probably jumping to some conclusion about how I’m sad because I don’t actually want to be around em, so I say, “San Francisco’s not really close. It’s not like I can convince my parents to drive me six hours up to see you.”

Devin smiles. “Noah, I have a car. I’ll come visit you.”

My eyes widen. “That far?”

E shrugs. “If you want me to.”

And of course I fucking want em to. I can’t think of anything I want more. “I’ll pay you for gas,” I say. Not that I’ll have a job, but I’m sure the Bank of Mom and Dad can figure something out. Besides, I actually managed to save some money—words I never thought I would say—from camp, so I might as well spend it on cute dates with Devin since I won’t need it to inspire Diary content anymore.

E smiles. “Don’t worry about it. I just want to be able to see you.”