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
Nova’s POV As my performance ends and I curtsey I hear a loud voice shouting “You go Sister! Girl you are Fabulous!” I see a queen I only remember seeing in the distance once or twice, She is tall and dark skinned, darker than me. She’s a little on the thicc side, but beautiful. “Shut it, Lolli Pops!” the annoyed voice of Ms Bonita le Bons rings out as she steps into view from around the corner. Mr. Alvarez shoots her a glare before speaking “Ms Bonita, I would be careful what you say and to whom. I already have my eye on you. Your routine has grown stale. When was the last time you added a new song or changed up your look? I am also hearing complaints from fellow performers and customers alike about your attitude. You have one month to get yourself a better attitude and a new number with a new look!” He looks around. “Now Ladies, if she will agree to it Miss Nova Fuego is going to be our latest addition. She will start with learning a number that she can perform with M
Aldo’s POV I didn’t go see Candy last Saturday. I haven’t tried calling or texting, I gave Nova a couple days before trying to text. They blocked me and my “Good Morning , Beautiful!” text never went through. I am trying to be patient, trying not to break down, trying to give them some time and space. I really fucked up! I miss their voice, I miss their smell, their taste, their touch…I miss everything about Nova! I am not looking forward to my gig tonight. I nearly broke down during last week’s gig. Besides, today is one of the few shifts that Adia and I have overlapping. The last hour and a half will suck. When we have worked together this week it has been tense, but civil. She looks as miserable as I feel. We barely spoke. “Here’s that grande latte” or “Do we need more cold cups?’ or the occasional “How are we doing for napkins over there?” is all either of us say, until the last few minutes of my shift “Aldo?” her voice sounds weak and she looks to be on the verge o
Nova’s POV “Hey, pequeña mariposa! How are you holding up?” My Uncle Mateo has been calling me almost every day to check in on me these past few weeks. He knows not to bring up Aldo the first few calls after my birthday party he tried and I started to cry and hung up. He gave up trying to tell me that he thinks that I got the wrong impression. I might have, but I am not even ready to fully admit that to myself, let alone to him. “I’m still here and I’m still queer!” I try to sound cheery, but the hint of sadness still slips into my tone. “Honestly, Uncle, it has been weeks and I still feel like shit most days. I put on a good face on stage and I dance my ass off while rehearsing both for ‘Rent’ and for my drag performances. I try to look as okay as I can all the time, but when I am alone and things settle down I just want to cry or scream or something. I don’t know what to do with all this heartache.” “I still can’t believe they are letting you do Rent! Angel and I a