By the time we get inside the museum, I'm actually in a pretty good mood. Ricky's excitement is infectious, and Noah is in full geek-out mode, which I love. It's hilarious, and also so very Noah. The humidity is making his Afro stick out all over the place, so he's really rocking what he calls his "mad scientist look". Ricky even held my hand all the way from the parking lot, even though he loves to remind me that he's not a little kid anymore. I want this day to last forever.
That is, until I see Lily.
Her straight brown hair is hanging loose, the ends of it brushing her waist. She's wearing an oversized white Friends sweatshirt with jeans and plum-colored high-tops. We bought those shoes together.
I have a matching baby-blue pair buried somewhere at the bottom of my closet. I haven't worn them since we broke up.
She's mid-laugh, and for a moment my heart is whole again. That is, until I see who she's holding hands with.
It's a girl. A really, really pretty one. With a pride flag on her t-shirt.
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Love, Lilly
RomanceSam is gay but can't seem to come out, Lilly is in love but can't hide. Can their relationship survive with these sides of the story?
