#muttonsfudge

when mickey met louie he thought he had met his platonic soulmate, the perfect leading man in the movie of his life, everything he never knew he was looking for. it was like love at first sight really, the minute they met he knew they would get along better than he had ever gotten along with anyone else before, that they were destined to be best friends. fate would have it that way, because mickey knew in his heart they would’ve met no matter the circumstances, the world meant for them to take over and have fun with. the minute they became friends it was like they had known each other their entire lives, texting every minute they were apart and spending every moment together as much as they could. they were attached at the hip, any little activity the other was invited to, and the people of emporia knew that where one went the other wasn’t far behind. mickey had plenty of friends in his life and he thought this was no different than the ones he usually had, only that louie was his best friend, but best friends don’t think of the other 24/7, do they? best friends don’t wonder what the others lips grazing their own would feel like, what it would feel like to be wrapped in each others embrace. mickey tried to push these thoughts away, ignore them, he was straight he shouldn’t be thinking of his best friend this way. he couldn’t stop it though, because he couldn’t give louie up. how could he give up the one person who understood him better than anyone else in the world, the one person that always made him feel at home. mickey had always been selfish, so selfish he refused to let louie go, even if he couldn’t admit the love for him that pounded in his chest and threatened to rip his heart in half.

violet never liked attention. to her, it was mortifying. she didn’t like to be put on the spot, or singled out, because it only would force vi into a spiral of shame. however, recently, something had changed. violet had gone from wanting to be invisible to wanting someone to see her. specifically, she wanted one person to see her. tiff, by all accounts, was closer to her junior high tormentors than anyone violet would have hung around with. but, something about her, it drove vi nuts. every encounter they had, vi just craved more. she wanted tiff to see her. she wanted to be seen. that was bigger than love for violet. that was an intimacy she rarely allowed herself. but with tiff, it felt like it came easy. it came natural. it was their latest interaction she realized. it was needling, waiting and wanting to be realized. and when violet looked at tiff, with her bright blue eyes and sad smile, she knew. she loved her.

from the first time she touched his hands, victoria never wanted to let go. she was mesmerized by the way his fingers would move. every touch from them to her skin sent warmth through her whole body. from the moment he laid his hands on her, he wanted them to stay. to make him hers. just like she did so many things. it’s why she clasped the small golden chain around his wrist. it was a link to her. her name written on him. next to her favorite part of him. the part she was drawn to the most. how she could kiss his hands forever. show them just as much care as they made her feel. his hands were love to her.