Cam
I put my hands over Asra's eyes. "Happy three-month, lovebug."
"Cam?"
"Who else? Or are you having your three-month with somebody else, too?"
"No...but what are you doing here? You don't have a shift today. Not that I'm not happy, you're here."
"I wanted to surprise you."
"Oh, really? That's so cute, Bambi!"
"I've got something for you."
"What? I haven't got anything for you."
"It's just a little thing."
I get the button out of my jeans pocket and hand it to Asra.
"I don't want you to be misgendered all the time."
Asra looks at the button, with the non-binary pride flag and the they/them pronouns on it.
"You can put it on your shirt...wherever you want."
Asra hugs me. "You're the best. I'd really be screwed without you."
"And I'd be without you." We kiss, as a group enters. Two girls and one boy, I guess. One of them holds a strange ukulele in her hands.
"I'll leave you alone, then." I give Asra a kiss on the cheek, as I see her. Chatting and laughing with the other girl. Our eyes meet.
"Delia?" I want to hold it back, but it's too late.
The other girl and the boy seem to be confused.
"Cam?"
"What's going on here?", the other girl asks.
"I'd like to know that, too. Camila, what are you doing here? As far as I know, Nura's on shift today.", Giselle suddendly enters the conversation. Asra hasn't come out to Giselle, yet.
The other girl plays a chord with her ukulele.
"Not now, Tia!", Delia says between clenched tees.
"Oops", the girl, Tia, says.
"I looked at the old duty rosta", I say.
"This shouldn't happen. You're lucky I'm in a good mood today."
"Yes, ma'am. I was about to go, anyways." I leave the counter, take my stuff and leave through the back entrance. As I enter the side walk, someone taps my shoulder. I turn around. Delia!
"What do you want from me?", I say a little too rough.
"I wanted to say sorry."
"Sorry for what?"
"For everything. You're happy with your partner and I was about to destroy that."
I don't know what to say.
"Okay, I'll go, then", she says.
"No!"
She looks at me in a confused way.
"I like you, too", I say.
"You like me?"
"I love you."
"But..."
"I know. But you are Delia Graham."
"So your partner has never been the reason?"
"No, they haven't. But...I can't be with someone like you."
"I'm not like them. I texted you...only because I'm not like them."
"You may not be like them. But you're Shaw Graham's daughter. How am I supposed to be with you?"
"You'd rather stay in a relationship based on a lie than being in a real, but hard one?"
I want to be a butterfly, fly over big obstacles with ease. "I don't know, what I want."
She nods. "Okay, that's it, I guess."
I'm silent. I want to say: Stay. But I let her go. And I go in the other direction.
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Spring Feelings
Romance**SAPPHIC, HOT, LOTS OF BUTTERFLIES** Sixteen-year-old Cam is more of an outsider, by the time she receives a message from a stranger. What's following: lots of butterflies in Cam's stomach. Who is the personthat finally makes her smile again? Del...
