Page 97 of Pucking Them
Cody is right. It’s delicious.
The rich, decadent taste draws me back to the single slice of cake that I ate every birthday, hiding up in my bedroom, while Shay enjoyed his party downstairs.
“See?” Cody is smiling, smugly.
“But how can I share this with the others? The cake is broken.”
“Says who? Why do they need to know that this went wrong? Just tell them that you baked Happy Ending Balls?—”
“Fudge Happens.”
“We can pretend that we always meant to make these Fudge Happens and… Oh, I know.” Cody springs up, dragging open a drawer. He holds up a bottle of edible gold sparkles like it is the Holy Grail. Then he enthusiastically shakes the sparkles over the mess on the plate. “Sparkles fix everything. I hold to that rule with my clubbing outfits. Also, when it comes to sex toys.”
“They fix everything?” I raise a wary eyebrow.
Cody nods.
Shay told me that friends do this — talk about their lives.
He wrote short scripts for me when I was at college. He tried to help me learn how to talk to other students. He told me that with friends, connecting and conversations aren’t transactional.
I didn’t understand then why you would talk to someone if you didn’t have a goal or exchange that you wanted.
Why would you?
What was the point of small talk? No one understood my jokes, and I didn’t understand theirs.
No one cared about my life. So, why would I want to know about theirs?
D’Angelo and Cody, however, have wanted to know about me. They haven’t been afraid of what they’ve discovered. And I’m learning why I would want to know about them as well.
I’m learning a lot of new rules today.
Should I buy Robyn a sparkly dildo?
It would look pretty dipping in and out of her sweet pussy.
“Where have you gone?” Cody asks. “Must be somewhere nice.”
I flush. “Sparkles.”
“Hmm, trust me, nothing broken can’t be fixed by them.” He ducks his head.
I flinch.
Cody shouldn’t have to know how to reinvent himself after being broken like I do. How to use sparkles like I use my tattoos.
Except, he does because of his dad.
Coach is on my Burn List. He would be at the top if my own biological parents hadn’t already taken that spot.
Should I tell Cody?
But then, I can’t even tell my twin after the devastating, idiotic hope in Shay’s eyes.
Why does he think that the Webbs couldloveus?
How dare they trick Shay? Make him hope?
