The Hookup Mix-up

Perry

Theo and I see each other every day over the next week. I’ve never spent so much time with someone I’m hooking up with. My brain keeps trying to tell me all sorts of things that I promptly ignore and try to bury because life is much easier that way.

Healthy? Of course not, but who cares about being healthy? Denial is the way to go. Denial is my constant companion. If I don’t let myself acknowledge I like Theo in ways I never have anyone else, then it’s not true. Because if it is true, that means Theo has the ability to hurt me, and I don’t know how to let that slide.

It’s Thursday, and he’s at school, while I sit at the desk in my room, working on my app. It’s been finicky, but I think I’m figuring it out. It makes my head pound, but my chest swells with pride. My brain has always been inclined toward things like this, and while I hate knowing where this talent originates from, it also makes me feel like I can fly.