I might be making mornings my new upload time. it's less hectic around here even if I haven't had my coffee yet. What do you think of Jace's situation? I am with Nova I have never had a crush on my bully.
Aldo’s POV Here I am Getting ready to Pick Nova up for another one of my Friday gigs and I gotta say work has gone well this week. Adia is less flirtatious. She still flirts a little here and there, but yesterday she was staring at me with a weird look on her face. Flashback to Yesterday: “What are you looking at me that way for?” I ask puzzled by what that expression could possibly mean. “I’m trying to figure you out. You act offended if I ask if you are gay, you act offended if I assume you are straight. You seem straight, then do something that seems very gay. You won’t tell anyone anything about your significant other. You are a conundrum…a very good looking conundrum, but I just can’t figure you out.” Adia replies with a serious expression. I chuckle, “Girl, there are days that I am still trying to figure me out! I am not offended that you asked if I was gay as much as I was surprised. I am offended that anyone assumes anyone else’s sexuality. As for my sig
Nova’s POV With excitement fueling me I rush home from Theater Club to get ready for Aldo to pick me up for his Friday night gig. I’m glad that Aiden is letting him use his car, but I really hope Aiden gets out of the funk that he is in. Aldo might not say it outright, but he is bothered that Aiden still isn’t going out beyond going to work. Last night Aldo texted that he quit his band and that he really hopes that he has never been the kind of asshole that they were all being. I can’t imagine Aldo being an asshole, he’s so sweet and thoughtful. When I get home I see a pile of clothing on my bed with a note from Adia . ‘I decided to clean out my closet. If any of these fit or you can make them work go for it, kiddo. You always have a way of making things look good on you. Much love-A’ I look at the clothes and decide that most of them can at least be worked with and I really do not have enough in my closet so I can try
Aldo’s POV I plan to do something special with Nova tonight. I have a friend who owns a jewelry making studio and workshop and she hosts couple’s nights every so often. After dinner we will go there. This week it is about charm bracelets and making customized charms. Nova can make themself a charm and I will also make one for them. I could make myself a charm and some people do, but I would rather all of my attention go to Nova. Nova is really special to me. I have never felt so alive and vibrant and inspired as I do with them. For those of you paying attention, no the girl is not an ex-girlfriend or even a old hook-up. It’s my friend Regina, also known as Gina, Chantelle’s older cousin. She always liked making things and her jewelry making class freshman year of college brought out a passion for metal work. She is also a sculptor, but the studio and workshop bring in a more steady stream of income than her sculpting with scrap metals does. Saturday “chores” this week inclu
Nova’s POV My desire to pleasure Aldo and to give myself to him has been growing and I find myself more aggressive in kissing and touching him. I almost overdid it in my bedroom earlier this evening, but it’s hard to help myself when he is so sweet and he had brought me the most beautiful flowers and if he wasn’t sexy enough already he goes saying sweet things. I don’t even know what I like sexually, and I know I am not ready to go all in, just yet, but I want it to be Aldo when I do and I want it to be in the near future, but I still haven’t told him my biggest secret (both figuratively and literally). We go to a local cafe for a simple dinner before Aldo brings me to a jewelry studio and workshop that is hosting a couples charm bracelet workshop. Aldo tells me that the place is run by a friend and before I know it a sassy woman with an asymmetric vibrantly dyed red bob is greeting us. She seems familiar…like an older and more artsy and rebellious version of Chantelle.
Aldo's POV After my gig on Sunday I went to my parent’s place and discussed plans for Thursday evening while helping my mother make dinner. My father was working on making a trifle. He has always liked making trifles for Sunday evening desert. I never asked him why but it’s kind of a tradition with him. He loves baking and makes delicious things for many holidays, but every Sunday is some sort of trifle. Dad agreed to make the cake and we discussed possible flavors and decorating ideas. It was agreed that there needs to be purple with either red or fuschia no matter which design idea makes the cut. Sid suggests a red velvet cake with galaxy icing and we both laugh “Because Nova is out of this world!” simultaneously, but I am not sold on that being the best option. I leave the final decision up to my father after giving a few other suggestions. Mom and I go over food ideas. She will make a few things and I have some things that I will get delivered to the house premade. Sid and th
Nova’s POV This school week has been pretty average. I go to classes, have lunch with my friends, go to more classes then I have theater/drama club 3 nights a week and art society 1 night a week. I still have one day of theater left and that is tomorrow. Tonight I am done and headed home. I have a date with Aldo tonight, surprisingly my mother agreed to let me out tonight. Not only is it a weeknight, but it’s my 18th birthday. She adores Aldo, and I don’t blame her, who wouldn’t? My phone rings as I climb on the bus. I don’t take a school bus. I take a city bus on the occasions that no one from the family is picking me up or dropping me off. Some days I catch a ride with my cousins, but Patrick has football today and Dierdre has just started a botany club. “Hey cassie, what's up?” I answer .I would have known without seeing her face on my Caller ID that it was her by the ringtone. Her love of dance and of the song made it easy to “Just Dance” by Lady Gaga as a ringtone for her.
Nova’s POV I couldn’t bring myself to say anything to ALdo last night. I am terrified that as soon as he gets wind of what’s between my legs it’ll be over for us, but my heart hurts at the idea of that happening. ALdo had taken my tears as appreciative of his gesture and they were, but what choked me up the most was my own guilt. I have to tell him that I have a dick. I steel myself to tell him tonight, after his gig, maybe before we get to mariposa or while we are there. That way I am surrounded by other queers and should feel safe, just in case he reacts as poorly as my worst fears. This is why it is dangerous to date anyone when you are nonbinary, you never know what their reaction to your sexual anatomy will be. My classes have been dragging by, maybe it’s the anticipation over tonight. I am in Civics and we just had lunch. Jace is sitting next to me and has asked me, yet again if I am feeling okay. He said I seem queasy and was worried that I barely ate lunch. He offer
Aldo’s POV Nova got really quiet after I gave them my old poems, but they said “I love you!” with such reverence in their voice when I dropped them off that I almost begged Ana to let me spend some time with them. They kissed me sweetly and slowly before pulling away and giving me a sad look as they said goodnight. I really hope that the whole evening was as wonderful for them as I was trying to make it, but something about that ‘goodnight’ irked me. Leaving Nova’s house I saw Adia and the newest part timer, some blond girl that I haven’t really worked with at all and some guy walking and laughing, possibly a bit drunk or high by the way they were wobbling. I didn’t realize she lived over this way. I took off before I had to deal with any uncomfortable flirting. I really hope that I don’t have to deal with her outside of work any time soon, she has got to give it up. I have Nova, I don’t want anyone else. I texted Nova when I got home as always and told them how I wish I