[completed] Nova Carter knows exactly what the next few years of her life will look like: she will work harder than anyone else (as she didn't get into New York University to slack off); she'll be keeping her head down and prioritizing getting her a...
Sorry for not updating for a month, I moved across the world, got bitten by a bug I shouldn't have gotten bitten by, was hospitalized for a week and then still had to get used to a new country. Here's an extra long chapter to make up for it lol
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Chapter Thirty-eight | Blankets ♫Blankets by Early Internet
"Where are you going? Can I come?"
"I don't think my phone battery would be able to handle that," I say to Milo— or rather his voice, cracking through the fragile connection of the phone.
His face freezes every four seconds. I've propped him up against the wall behind my desk while I gather my things in a totebag, steps light because of the braces I'm wearing underneath his jeans. I wonder if he notices that he got me these. He doesn't know they're the only pairs I wear these days.
"Talk to me, Supernova. I feel like I'm missing out on... you."
I glance at him, ignoring the way my stomach flips and only momentarily pausing in my movements before I continue. I need my wallet.
"There's nothing to miss out on. Unlike someone, I'm not in a crazy, transitional period of my life. I go to class—" I pause to duck out of frame, retrieving my wallet from underneath my desk— "I go to Hyde's meetings, I go to my dorm. That's it."
"There's more," he insists. "You have sleepovers now? I thought that was an us-thing."
"I do have sleepovers now, and it's not an us-thing. I'm a girl, Milo, I have my needs and a girly sleepover is one of them."
Milo chuckles. I don't look at him, but I know he's watching me fly around the space like a balloon pushing out all of its air like a rapid fire.
I admit, I don't have this much to pack to go over to Atlas' place. It's just that when he called me and I just sat there looking at him, knowing he was looking at me, I had to do something with my hands. And then I had to look away. And this just happened.
"You look better."
His words catch me off guard. "I look better?" I echo.
"Yeah. I'm not saying you ever looked bad. I mean, you look happier. Excited."
"How do I look happier? I just had to crawl on all fours to get to my wallet."
"It's like a spark. Your face is brighter." I can see the idea form in his playful eyes even before he says it, "It's kind of suspicious and upsetting that you're happier with me across the planet."
I roll my eyes. "Don't think you're connecting dots here, Milo." I pause, mulling over his words. "I don't know. I don't know if I'm happier, specifically. I'm just more put-together, I think. I've fixed the things that needed fixing and I'm trying to be better. Genuinely."
