Suzanne Young

The sun beats down on my arms, my skin growing hot while beads of sweat dot my hairline

her eyes are wide and fierce, her hands clenched into tight fists in front of her

When it comes to the future, I guess we’re all fighting for our girls

He is a predator just the same, only wrapped in a comfy sweater

Raven wilts at the harsh words

We end up together, good or bad. The two of us with a big bag of popcorn, got it?”

His dark eyes hold mine, sad and lost. But when I match his smile, his face warms and he rests his head back against the seat

“I’m in love with you. Is that okay?”

“If you slip and fall,” he says, “I will feel like the biggest piece of shit to ever exist. Let me clean it before you go in there

“Where’d you hear that, space camp?” Quentin asks, making her smile.