Keep Me In Your Heart

Velvet box

Zane

August was hanging around the kitchen with me after I put Eden in bed when he fell asleep.

"So, how'd the date go?" I asked, grabbing my bottle of Malibu from the cabinet beneath the sink.

"It went great," August smiled. "We went to that shitty little diner we always used to hang out at in high school,"

"I didn't realize they were still open," I spoke.

"I can't believe it, honestly. The food is still shit," he laughed.

I nodded along, going about my process of making myself a drink.

"Tell me about the guy,"

"He's...really cool," August shrugged, cheeks tinting red. "He does IT work,"

I nodded along. "What's he like?"

"Laid back," August replied. "Flirty,"

I hummed.

"He's a lot like you." August spoke, avoiding looking at me as he picked at a string in his pants. "Laid back, and...really passionate about stuff,"

I hoisted myself up onto the counter, taking a sip of my drink.

Not enough liquor.

"Why in the world would you want another loser like me?" I asked, smiling.

August smiled weakly, chuckling a little.

"I haven't had enough to drink to have this conversation," he laughed nervously.

I hummed, holding my glass out.

He got up and moved beside me, sitting with me on the counter. "Make me a drink?" He asked. "I'd rather not have your and Eden's saliva all at once,"

I chuckled, getting off the counter before opening the cabinet where I store my liquor.

I might have a problem.

"Smirnoff or something else?" I asked.

"You know me and vodka," he groaned. "I'll be sleeping against the toilet tonight if you give me that,"

I snorted.

August never got on well with vodka. Which is shitty because I know it's his favorite, but every time he has it he gets violently sick and spends the night with his head in the toilet, throwing up.

"Ah, fuck it," he spoke finally.

I chuckled. "Blue raspberry, peach, or strawberry?"

"Gross you drink the lemonades?"

"You don't?"

"You always did like your shit fruity,"

I shrugged. "I have a sweet tooth, you know that,"

"Fuck it, gimme the blue raspberry," August responded.

I hummed and went about making his drink.

"Start talking," I spoke once his drink was done.

He rolled his eyes and took a drink, making a face.

"Where were we?" He asked.

"You were telling me why you'd want another loser like me," I answered, moving back up onto the counter with him.

"I don't know," he shrugged. "Still kinda miss what we had,"

"I mean, I know you're with Eden, and I'm not gonna get in the way of that, because y'all are like perfect together." He took another sip.