Bittersweet (BoyxBoy)
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"Life at best, is bittersweet" Jack Kirby
That was what Connor had always thought anyway. He firmly believed that when things couldn't get any better, they couldn't possibly get worse. Connor figured that if life handed you lemons, you cut those lemons up and allowed them to sting your scratched up and bleeding hands, because it was okay to bleed. It was okay to take lifes abuse and say 'You can screw with me, but I won't back down.' Because even if the blood doesn't stop flowing, you have bandages to create a blockage and stop the gushing sting. He believed all that until a boy named Matthew Waters came crashing into his life with his terrible cooking skills and his obnoxious go-getter attitude.
"You burn everything you try to make."
"Do not!" He exclaims defensively.
I roll my eyes. "You literally just burnt microwave popcorn."
He falls quiet, bottle green eyes narrowed in thought.
"Well, if you're so good, why don't you teach me?" He muses.
I feel my cheeks warm.
"You're on."
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