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pinehutch · 9 months ago
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Sure wish I didn't have thrives in routine and enjoys overwhelm but hates routine and is prone to burnout syndrome!
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justsomebucky · 6 years ago
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The Three Date Minimum - 3
Summary: Reader is the last single person at her office, and while she puts on a good front, she’s lonely. Will dating apps find true love, or will she swear off romance for good?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Word Count: 2,111
Warnings: language, drinking, sexual innuendo, lots of bad language, no elderly ladies were harmed, uh...fluff…this is fluff.
A/N: Sorry it’s been…three months?! I lost motivation. This is barely edited. But @imhereforbvcky wrote this amazing Wade story and while my Wade is nowhere near as perfect, it made me want to finalize this chapter. Thanks for the Wade help, Mee!
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No matter how many times you told yourself that everything was going to be okay, you were still so freakin’ nervous.
Speed-dating was one thing…you didn’t have to put up with anyone for very long and you definitely had the chance to bail.
Your date with Wade was a real date, one that required extended alone time with one human, awkward or not. Not only that, but he wanted to go out on a Sunday…
Why a Sunday? He hadn’t bothered to tell you that.
In fact, Wade hadn’t even told you where you were going yet. His last text had said, ‘Dress casually. Can’t wait.’ followed by thirteen winky faces.
THIRTEEN!
What the hell could a grown-ass man accomplish by sending thirteen winky faces?
Anyway, you spent your morning with the nervous sweats while changing into five different ‘casual’ outfits, trying to decide which would be practical and comfortable but also make you feel less like a potato.
It didn’t help to have Natasha watching your every move, commenting on everything from your hair to your demeanor (you were not being negative, you were just feeling a little anxious!)
“Promise me that when he finally gets here you’re going to act a little more enthusiastic,” Natasha commented dryly from her seat on your bed. “If it’s already a bad date in your head, then it’s definitely not going to go well.”
“Can’t someone have more than one emotion, Nat? I am enthusiastically getting ready, after all.” You leaned closer to the mirror, inspecting the way the fabric of your shirt fell. “Do you think this –“
“It’s fine!” She stood up and pulled you away from the mirror, turning you around to face her before cupping your cheeks. “Y/N. You have to stay calm. You have to stay open-minded, okay? Wade has a lot of energy, he’s very excitable…just go with it for one night, okay?”
She was right, of course.
“I get it, Nat.”
“You can do this.” Her hands dropped from your face. “I believe in you.”
You gave a sharp nod, more for yourself than for her. “I can do this.”
Before Natasha could utter another word, the buzzer sounded.
It was five o’clock, and Wade had arrived.
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To say that Wade Wilson was handsome would be insulting. He was gorgeous, with bright eyes and a great smile. He was also funny, sweet, charming as hell, and as Natasha had said, really energetic.
So energetic, in fact, that you were tired before you even got to the cab out front. As a self-made introvert, you just weren’t on his level anymore.
He opened the door for you, sweeping his arm in a grand gesture towards the back seat. “Ladies first.”
“Thanks,” you said, getting into the cab and scooting over to make room for Wade.
“Hello!”
You looked up at the rearview mirror, meeting the eyes of the driver. “Hello.”
“Dopinder, what did I say?” Wade chided, shaking his head. He looked over to you apologetically. “Don’t mind him, he’s just my regular driver so I asked for a favor tonight.”
“Mr. Wade, where are we going?” Dopinder asked, glancing at you again in his mirror. “Where does the young lady want to go?”
“I have plans to really wow this one.” Wade gave you a nod and a wink. “It’s 2865 West 3rd Street, here in Brooklyn.”
Dopinder looked confused for a second after typing the address into his GPS. “But Mr. Wade, that’s a –“
“Just drive!”
You shifted uncomfortably. What the hell was going on?
Where was Wade taking you?
“You know, Y/N, I feel like I ordered you off of Amazon or something,” he commented.
Your eyes met his again, and you tried to bite back a laugh. “Why is that?”
Wade’s thoughts went a mile a minute. “Well, it’s like something on my Wish List was finally back in stock, you know? And I got that little email alert, and my eyes lit up like a kid on his birthday, so I rushed over in a crappy cab to open your box. Well, not that box, maybe later though I don’t want to press my luck. Of course, maybe that’s a bad analogy since you seem really nice and Amazon is a corporate nightmare. Also Jeff Bezos is a real dickhead, he could end world hunger six times over but he doesn’t, so he deserves to have his nuts put in a blen-“
“We’re here!” Dopinder announced.
“Thank god,” you muttered, opening up your door and exiting the cab as quickly as possible. When you turned to look at the building you’d been dropped off in front of, your eyes narrowed in question.
“Shoreview Retirement Home,” you read out loud, turning to Wade in confusion as he finished paying Dopinder. “Wade, why…why are we at a retirement home?”
His eyes gleamed in the street light. “Oh, it’s not just any retirement home, Y/N. This is the home my Nana was at before her untimely passing.”
All you could do was follow him up the cement stairs and into the lobby. “But that only leads me to more questions, like, why are we at a retirement home for a date where your Nana used to be?”
The question fell on deaf ears, though, as Wade signed in at the front desk and was almost immediately surrounded by about eight different elderly women in wheelchairs, all reaching for him with big grins on their faces.
So he was popular with the elderly…big deal. It was kind of sweet, right? He clearly had a bond with these ladies, probably from all the time spent when his Nana was still around. It was really sweet that he still volunteered here.
“I don’t even volunteer here,” Wade called from the center of the granny cyclone. “I just show up to kick some old-timer ass at shuffleboard and eat all their applesauce. Greatest generation my ass!”
“It’s pudding night, hot stuff!”
“Watch your hands there, Gladys!”
His hands formed a little heart shape in your direction. “Let’s get this party started, shall we?”
You pinched the bridge of your nose.
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“Okay, Y/N…the secret to being really really good at shuffleboard is to be the disc. Feel its path. Become one with the disc.” Wade reached around you and gripped your cue, making you feel incredibly uncomfortable for, oh, about the hundredth time since you arrived. “Here, let me show you in a not-at-all suggestive way.”
“I think I got it, Wade.”
“Okay, but just watch out, because that Dorothy over there, she’s a real competitor. She’s won the last five championships here, and I’ve seen her make some cutthroat moves to get that trophy.” He cupped his hands around his mouth. “Isn’t that right, Dot, you fucking cheater?”
You tried not to roll your eyes. “I’ll keep an eye out for Dorothy.”
Taking a turn was nerve-wracking, because not only was Wade up your ass with every move, but the old ladies really did take the game seriously. Once you pushed the disc down the court, you sighed in relief. You’d never wished for an open bar at a retirement home before, but there was a first time for everything.
After a mediocre round where the disc didn’t even get close to the mark, you turned back to Wade, who was now seated between two elderly women you hadn’t met yet.  
“It’s okay, Y/N,” he said, nodding toward the court. “It’s totally okay that you didn’t become the disc, and now Dorothy and Agnes are gonna take me for all their worth. It’s totally fine.”
So, you guessed it bothered him.
“Sylvia!” Wade shouted, jumping about a foot away from the little woman seated beside him. “Wait to pinch my ass until after I win!”
“Stop putting it in front of me, hot stuff,” Sylvia replied, waggling her eyebrows at him.
Wade stood up and walked over to you, rubbing his backside dramatically. “That Sylvia, man, she’s a goddamn cougar. Or a cougar’s horny Grandma. Everyone else here knows the ass-pinching-during-shuffleboard etiquette.”
“Wade, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked the attention you got from these women.” You gestured around you. “And they like it too.”
“I like to keep their spirits up, Y/N.” His face grew serious, hands moving to his hips. “It’s not about me at all. I simply want to help some old women facing the end of their meaningless, stinky, diaper-ridden lives to have a little fun before they’re sent to the dirt. The men here could join too, but they just get so jealous. A shuttle with a working rocket booster can really cause some envy around here.”
“Fair enough,” you offered, handing him the cue for his turn and ignoring his last remark. “But I’m not a seasoned shuffleboard professional. If you can salvage this turn we still have a good chance at winning.”
He gave you a wink. “You’re damn right we do. Watch and learn, Y/N.”
You stood off to the side as Wade stepped up to the court, cue in hand as he stared his opponents down.
Maybe he wasn’t so bad. He liked helping others and he really did seem like the kind of guy who wanted to make the world a better place, even if it was in his own weird way. Plus, at least it wasn’t your run-of-the-mill dinner and a movie, right? It was something to talk about.
“Goddammit, Dorothy! I’m gonna yeet your fucking dentures into next Tuesday if you don’t stop cheating!”
You shrunk back against the brick wall behind you.
Then again, maybe he really did just like competing against senior citizens.
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Once Wade was declared shuffleboard king (after challenging one of Agnes’ moves), he tried to get you to stay for celebratory rice pudding, but you insisted that you had to get home (at 7:30 PM on a Sunday).
Was it a good date?
Would you…could you go out with him again?
It would take a lot of processing and probably a lot of alcohol to figure that one out, but it was still your second-best date so far.
At least this whole ordeal would be over soon and you could go back to watching Netflix.
You narrowly avoided having Dopinder pick you up by explaining that you liked to walk, and after a goodnight hug that lasted a little too long (with an almost-ass-grab that you also narrowly avoided), you and Wade parted ways.
As you passed the 107th on your way home, a strange urge to go inside and vent to the snarky bartender filled your veins. It would just be nice to talk to someone who was calm and witty instead of crazy and…well, crazy. Plus, it was too early to message Nat or Wanda without them hounding you for details.
Just one drink, you promised yourself as you stepped up to the door and reached for the handle.
On the door, a bright yellow notice informed you that the place was closed for a private party.
“Dammit,” you mumbled, lowering your hand. With a sigh, you turned back around to head home to whatever takeout and wine might be left in your fridge.
“Hey!”
Wait…
“Snarky bartender?” you asked, turning around to see Bucky opening the door. “Sorry, I wasn’t trying to creep on the bar, I saw that notice and was leaving.”
A bemused smile lifted his lips. “Snarky bartender? Is that what you’ve been calling me in your head?”
“And out loud now, ‘cause I forgot your name,” you lied smoothly.  
“Sure you did. Just like I forgot yours, Y/N.” He kept the door propped open with his foot as he stepped further outside. “Did you want to come in?”
“I thought there was a private event?”
“There is.”
“It’s not a speed-dating event is it?”
“No, it’s an engagement party.”
Your brows stitched together. “Which means it’s invite only.”
“And I’m inviting you.”
“Won’t the host get mad?”
“No, I’m the host.”
“You’re the what now?”
Bucky chuckled at your confused expression. “I mean, I own the place. This is my bar. So my invite stands, if you want.”
You eyed him warily. Why hadn’t he told you it was his bar and he was a snarky owner? “I shouldn’t. I have work in the morning.”
His head tilted a little as he pushed the door a little wider. “Come on, just stay for a few drinks, on the house. And I mean it this time.”
“Well when you put it that way.” You brushed past him and right into the party, his soft laugh echoing behind you.
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Part 4
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sainathsen-blog · 5 years ago
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How to Build an Awesome eCommerce App? A Complete Guide to Developing a Mobile Application
A Complete Guide to build an eCommerce App
Shopping Spree, Shopaholic, Fashionista, and what not! All thanks to Social Media Platforms for bringing in the fact that people love to shop; irrespective of the time; irrespective of the place. With the touch of digitization, the entire brick and mortar commerce arena revamped itself into eCommerce, wherein people started shopping online with the very ease provided by their devices, that too in the very comfort of their home.
eCommerce website, what once was a revolution has been commemorated by eCommerce mobile application. Indeed! eCommerce mobile apps with the slogan, “Shop on-the-go” are reigning over the smart users and their smartphones today. Amazon, the biggest player in the eCommerce game along with its counterfeits Alibaba, Myntra, Snapdeal, have become an integral part of people while malls and supermarkets are being lowered to “Selfie zones”, “window shopping fads”, and “Check-in” hangouts.
Who would want to spare the precious time of their weekends, standing in long queues at the billing counter, waiting for their turn while France is playing against Croatia! Well, with eCommerce mobile app, all they could do is shop and yet never miss the game. So, an eCommerce app is an awesome game-changer in so many different ways.
That’s eCommerce mobile app for you!
Who doesn’t have a dream of running a successful business with customers crowded all over the shop? eCommerce mobile app can be your dream come true business as you can target the customers from across the world and you don’t have to travel to market for your brand; that’s an added advantage.
Recently, there has been a great rise in the demand to build an eCommerce mobile app. Every single day, startups are getting into the eCommerce business and all they target is mobile-first, website-second!
Cutting it short, if you are an aspiring eCommerce businessman, you have landed on the right page. Let me tell you, developing an eCommerce mobile app is not a very big deal today, especially with the nascent of tools and technologies playing around.
And the future of eCommerce, AI and VR technologies are decked up to renovate the eCommerce ecosystem completely with unforeseen features like virtual changing room. Must say, even the future of eCommerce is way too bright and now is the time you should seriously consider building your very own eCommerce mobile app.
To start with, it is important that you define your eCommerce business goals with utmost clarity. What type of eCommerce mobile app do you want to launch your business – Android or iOS? What is your product going to be? Who is your target audience? Which brands are you targeting?
Once this is sorted, you can move to the next important step which involves defining the right features for your eCommerce Mobile Application.
Features are the reflection of your USP. That is going to make all the difference for your target audience, when it comes to an eCommerce app. Basically, they are but the deciding factors of whether your revenue grows or flows away to your competitors. Hence, it is important to plan the features for developing your eCommerce mobile app. Below is a list of features extracted from the successful eCommerce Mobile App and you cannot afford to miss any of these:
A Simpler Registration Process
As easy as this sounds, it can be an exhaustive one for your customers and they might simply choose to uninstall the app with pages and pages of information to fill in. Who’s got time anyways! Ensure an easy registration process. With everybody having a Social Media Account today, you can enable sign up and login with two clicks at maximum and your customer is on-board! Plus, an extra brownie point for learning their preferences through their digital age on their Social Media Accounts!
Supports Multiple Payment Options
Let’s say, you have a big fat customer who mostly shops online and visits your eCommerce mobile app to give it a try. After dumping his stuff into the cart, he realizes you do not have the payment option that he prefers. You just lost a big customer. And many more who prefers the payment option that your app does not offer.
To play safer and smarter as an eCommerce businessman, you have to open the doors to the most popular payment methods. Credit card, debit card, net banking, and eWallets being at the top, ensure that you subtly push your customers towards using your app’s in-built wallet.
Push Notifications
Your customers have their needs and want, you have the required supply to fulfill them but how to bridge this gap of communication? Push notification is the key!
Push Notification is one of the most important features that map the success of an e-commerce mobile app. They enhance the customer engagement as it keeps them informed about the referral, discounts, sales, promotions, and offers, to keep them coming back for more. This, in turn, provides you with the opportunity to cross-sell and up-sell for getting you better profits.
Social Media Integration
Don’t tell me that you do not want ALL the attention of your customers. You even want their social media time. And your demand is justified considering the fact that you are running a business.
Not only for one-tap login, Social Media integration will ensure that your eCommerce mobile app is right in front of your customers wherever they are; chatting on Facebook, Tweeting on Twitter, or pinning on Pinterest. This will also help them easily share your special discounts on their social media accounts. What better than word-of-mouth marketing and user-generated content! An eCommerce app that taps the power of social integration works – It’s as simple as that when it comes to an application of eCommerce.
Complete Synchronization
You have your eCommerce website and an eCommerce mobile app. You have come up with a very exciting feature that is sure to strike a chord with your targeted audience and take their buying experience to the next level. But you have to launch this feature before your competitor does. You want better time-to-market but with edits to be made in both the portals separately, time seems to have stopped. What would you do?
Speed up the process by getting our eCommerce mobile app synchronized with the website. Save plenty of time, beat the competition, and increase your sales.
Google Analytics
It’s just been a while since you launched your eCommerce business. You think you are faring well so far. But keeping your gut feeling aside, how do you gauge what is working for and against your business?
Ok, like every time, Google has the answer you want with Google analytics. Optimize the use of Google analytics to find out how your customers are really finding to be on your mobile app with the help of real-time data. Know which product of yours need a different packaging, what offers can make an appealing combo, and which demography is resonating well to your business, all this with Google analytics. Your application of eCommerce will definitely grow from strength to strength.
Review & Rating
Don’t shy away from the fear of getting bad reviews and poor product ratings. A wise businessman is the one who is open to both criticism and learning.
Empower your customers to review and rate your app and its features. The possibility is, the products that you are offering are nowhere in the wish list of your buyers and reviews will help you achieve this sense of realization. Again, after improvements do not delete the negative feedbacks, rather thank them and show what steps you have taken. This will make them feel important and who knows they will stick to your brand like forever!
Wishlist Button
It’s the end of the month. The salary is one week away and your customers don’t want to miss out on what they have recently found out. They want to buy it, not now but definitely after a week. Let wish list play its share.
Wishlist, at times, can be a savior to your sales. It helps your customers to save products they wish to buy later. Plus, you get an edge over knowing the preferences of your buyer and personalized offers and SOLD!
Easy Checkout
All the enthusiasm and energy of your customers is gone in making their choices and adding items to cart. Now’s the tough part – the payment!
To ensure that they do not abandon the cart, build your checkout process as easy as possible. Help them save their card and e-wallet details and take them faster through the payment gateways. As said earlier, your customers hate to wait in the billing queue, don’t let them wait with virtual billing system as well!
There are myriads of eCommerce mobile apps already in the market. You need to stand out from the crowd and these features will help you make a move. If you follow a customer-first approach by providing them the utmost ease to shop, you will easily be able to retain your customers. On the other hand, when your competitor has an amazing experience to offer in reference to features, your customers will be inclined to them.
In this situation, the smart way is to build an eCommerce mobile app with the right features and avoid any fluff that could possibly take away your customer engagement rate. Make them feel that you understand the issues they face while shopping with other mobile app and the solution. Give them the value of the time, energy, and money they spend using your mobile application. This is the only important key to win over your customers and has an upper hand over your competitors.
Things to Take Care of While Building an eCommerce Mobile App
Right from conceptualization of what USP of your eCommerce Mobile app is going to be to launch a Beta Version, there are many important aspects that are to be taken care of.
With time, experience, and analytical skills, I have collated a complete guide with elaborated information on the important aspects of app development.  
If you are a first-timer, you might feel the hardship right from the beginning. You might even end up scraping the entire business idea. But do not drop yet. We are here to help.
The basics of any eCommerce mobile app remain the same. All you need to add is that pinch of your branding and the spark of your USP to make your business stand out and stay at the top in the Google search engine results. Some of the fundamentals that you should consider basic while building an eCommerce mobile app are:
· Easy navigation
· UI/UX with right features
· Visual appeal
· Brands integration if at all you are into multi-store eCommerce
· Inventory management
Here is an ideal step-by-step process for creating and launching an eCommerce Mobile app that you should follow in your trail to run a successful eCommerce business:
Keep in mind your eCommerce business goal even before you begin with the development process. Know what uniqueness you bring in or what issue you are going to solve for your customers with your eCommerce business. Do not go “all in” with the launch of your business. You need to know what works and what doesn’t. You need to know your real-time buyers. You need to know what gender you should target. You need to know a lot! Start small but concrete. Make expansion only when your business is ready. Get help from talents and app development experts to upgrade your business version. Take a look at this guide to outsource the best app developers.
In the urge to following the ABCs of your eCommerce business, do not forget the M for Marketing. You need to reach out to your potential customers to help them reach out to you.
Attract them with onboarding referrals, convert them with your USP, close your sales by keeping them engaged, and delight them with information about the products they need and your offer.
Ultimately, it all depends on the quality of development. Hire experts that are passionate about their work as much as you are about your dream eCommerce business. Retain them by providing them the perks and incentives that are best in the industry.
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Key Aspects for eCommerce App Development
Before proceeding any further, let me give you a detailed glimpse of the key aspects to focus on while developing an eCommerce mobile app:
Market Analysis and Buyer Persona:
The basis of an eCommerce mobile app development lies in determining the buyer persona for your business. Ask yourself, “ Who are you selling your products to?” Accordingly, carry out your research for your target audience. Analyze the behavior and patterns of your target audience. Know their digital age and their likes & dislikes. This will help you create your app as relatable as possible for them.
Know your Competitors:
Extract a list of your competitors. Create a separate list of what they are into and what makes them the obvious choice for the buyers. Do not duplicate their features or their business model, rather research well about the business model and make the maximum out of your analysis.
Choosing Technology:
Know the ins and outs of your business so as to decide on the technology to create your eCommerce mobile app. Keep an eye on the budget of development, know your inventory and select the CMS, database, framework, and most importantly the backend and frontend languages to code your app.
If you want a better time to market, go for the hybrid app, if you want sustainability, go for a native one. Similarly, you have to decide whether you want to launch an Android app, an iOS app or both at the same time, keeping in mind the device usage of your target audience for designing your application of eCommerce.
UI and UX Design:
Give your brand the voice it deserves by soothing color schemes, appealing visuals, and smooth transitions for your customers from one page to another. Create options for your logo and leverage it to the optimum. That is going to be your business’ identity for your target customers. Play with the subconscious mind of your customers by leveraging smart branding tactics for creating a lasting impression.
Cost of Developing an eCommerce mobile app:
Ultimately, it narrows down to whom you are investing and how much you are investing. Without a doubt, the budget is the front of the mind concern for the app development. To save you from this budget dilemmas, I have created some pointers for you to remember while going forward with app development:
· Features: Whether you want to launch your eCommerce app with MVP, or a mixed bag with MVP and advanced features, or a full-fledged eCommerce mobile app with advanced features.
· Android or iOS? The price tag of iOS is on the higher side, decide what device you want to be primary for your business. You can always scale your business later.
· The low maintenance of expensive backend development or the low budget high maintenance third-party APIs.
· A better time to market with hybrid app development or better sustainability with native app development? Make your choice wisely, you are in the business game for the long run.
Outsourcing the resources have a visible effect on your budget and so you need to be very careful hiring them.
Again, a number cannot be projected with respect to the react native app development as there are variables. However, to be as helpful as I can, I have put down an estimate on the basis of the trends I have witnessed considering the generic app development scenario.
· If we consider the most basic version of the app with only the MVP features and simple UI/UX design, the projected price can go to $60,000 just for development. However, there is very little support and maintenance required.
· If we consider a mixed bag of basic features including a few advanced features, the price an go up to $60,000 to $80,000.
· If we consider the app to be developed with advanced features, then the price can be as high as $80,000 to $120,000.
Outsource Developers for eCommerce Mobile App Development:
On the basis of your scope of work, you would want to outsource resources and skilled developers for building your eCommerce mobile app.
There are many different types of pricing models that you could choose from – time-based, scope based, fixed price and fixed time pricing model, or dedicated resource hiring.
Dedicated Resource-based Hiring
When opting for a dedicated resource based hiring, ensure that you know the scope of work and that you are not paying for an extra resource, when it comes to eCommerce apps.
To develop a basic version of your eCommerce mobile app, you will need –
· UI and UX designer
· 2 – 4Developers
· Quality Assurance Engineer
· Backend Developer
· Project Manager
To develop an advanced version of the eCommerce mobile app, you will need –
· Team Manager/Project Manager
· UI/UX designer
· 3 – 4developers for each platform
· Quality Assurance Engineer
· 2–3 backend developers
· Admin panel developer
After this virtual tour to developing an eCommerce mobile app, are you ready to step into the real world with real hiring of skilled resources for your to-be-real eCommerce mobile app?
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theundergrounddrabbles · 6 years ago
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WMatsui (request)
“Hello.”
 “Who may you be?”
 “We speak on different terms and under aliases. I’m Goldfish. My name will always be Goldfish until we meet if we do… Anyways, thanks for joining this chat. You can think of a name for now.”
 “Puppy? Is that good?”
 “Puppy? Do you want to be called that? I mean I can always train one. So sure. Anyways Puppy? You feel bored? Tired of all the things? It’s a way around the ordinary.”
 “Goldfish… It’s been a bit stale with my girlfriend. I haven’t told her that I have seen some other girl to get my fire going again and even then, it has become plain. I heard of this group that helps light fires back in the bedroom. I don’t want any males though.”
 “Puppy, we can always send you one but you have to be patient and walk before you run. There are some things we do have to run through and using the site again send us your whole profile. The background is to assist you and it’ll be confidential between all here and we will destroy the data if you are not eligible or not interested with us.”
 “That seems a little sketchy…”
 “It’s all in good faith, we will personally show you the destruction if may needed as we will arrange a meeting with our representative.”
 “Okay.”
 Her eyes glanced over as the items that were needed seemed fair and objective. Jurina understood most cases as what they wanted from her as her experiences were with females. She went to the nearby clinic where people would confirm their cases of sexual maladies. Jurina confirmed one that she was a virgin which the person laughed to it but it was for her doctor which the person made it clear that since she had gone that far, they would confirm the test. After a few hours, it was clean of any problems and printed the report.
 She returned home and stripped off her clothing. Setting a timer, she took a few pictures of herself. Jurina never actually felt conscious until looking at her body for the first time. It was difficult to adapt to her slender body and her partners who were much attractive in her eyes than her own figure. Jurina loaded the items onto her computer and inputted what she knew about herself in figures of numbers. The form was short with the communication prior was detailing her struggles when she glanced at her phone.
 Jurina had settled upon her ideals but even not seeing her current girlfriend naked on her phone was odd and sent one of herself to quell the need. She typed out everything that detailed in her struggles before sending it off. Puppy was hers and headed out to the store for food when she felt the phone vibrate in her pocket.
 “It’s Goldfish. You actually look pretty good. I see you work out a lot and it is kind of nice to see you. We will accept you and you can come over within the next few days. It is in a building where you might need a key and that is in a mailbox. The combination is 20 35 60 15. Follow the path of left four, right three, left two. The box will open to a key and a card. Take both to the third floor and the room is 312.”
 She nodded to the message. Picking up her food, she turned to the table where she viewed a person with long, black hair staring at the phone. Jurina took the seat next to the being and saw the head turn. The eyes turned downwards to confirm the gender before Jurina turned back to her food. She didn’t like to inconvenience people and even for anyone, the woman flashed a smile before grabbing her bag and walking away. The lone thing was the hot udon she grabbed for herself and a green tea to glare out into the dimly lit streets.
 Jurina avoided the fact of her girlfriend as she laid in bed about the inquiry a few days earlier and decided upon the leap of faith. She glared at the message noting the lack of an address and turned on the computer where the bottom had listed the address and took it for herself. Jurina took the train into the city, using the app to find the station and got off at it before following it into a narrow pathway and the brightly lit lobby. She pushed the door open to a bunch of mailboxes as the number in the message had given her the mailbox. Following the directions, she got the card and key and proceeded over to the elevator where she went up to the prescribed floor and opened the door to the room where the darkness had been endless until all the lights were turned on where there a person with the black hair and turned to note the face.
 “Ah, you were at the store a few nights earlier… Puppy?” The woman smirked. “I’m Goldfish. I have seen your body and read your difficulties in the bedroom. Even a virgin with the opposite sex isn’t an issue with me but could it be that could drive you over the top?”
 “I’m not sure.” Jurina answered swiftly.
 “Fine. We will arrange something tomorrow night. Your fees if you accept will be the hotel and my consultation. I can take any role you want but that also varies with the pricing. We can go by increments as well. However, you have to sign the contract first.” The woman explained as Jurina took the pen. “So, here’s the address, it is not fancy but it isn’t a love hotel either. Maybe I can pass on the hotel fees if you come with the right motivation.”
 She walked away knowing that it’ll be a cost yet the woman had given her a chance to perform at what she wanted to do when she felt a tap on her shoulder. The envelope was passed into her hands as she gripped before heading out of the building. Jurina held it close as her curiosity came over her when she arrived home to open the package to a list of demands. Goldfish was attractive with her pale white skin and black hair. Even her chest was pronounced in her mind but upon her memory wasn’t the aspect of her future partner but the costs that seemed to make her decision of taking the role of aggressor which wasn’t that much difference but something to explore her mind of fantasy.
 Jurina situated herself in a black hoodie and dark blue long pants, grabbing the package before heading out to the area. The swift ride brought her out to the crowded streets upon the end of the workday. She followed her map to the hotel and presented her card when the front desk had taken her to the elevator. The room was 2791 when she saw the board and pressed the button. It shot up like a rocket to the floor when the doors opened to hallway with the large doors at the end. Her eyes scanned the rooms. They were not in the usual order but as of a code. She got to the large doors at the end when it opened to a woman in a red dress.
 “Puppy! Come here. We have the whole night to admire the room but want to have some drinks? Or shall we go with the consultation?” The woman asked.
 “A drink would be fine.” Jurina answered.
 “So Puppy, you want a straight shot or a mixed drink?” She inquired with the bottle of golden liquid on the counter.
 “I can take a shot.” Jurina answered softly. “I’ve been curious of you.”
 “Same here. What we practice is a way to explore the mind.” Goldfish answered with a grin, handing the glass over. “Cheers.”
 The liquor slid down her throat smoothly. The shock of the attractive woman was different from the start yet something was lingering and Jurina slid the cup over as Goldfish poured another one.
 “It’s unlimited. Although I wouldn’t go too much. This is to loosen you up. I can see why they call you puppy. You have those eyes that show fear and excitement. Anyways, I’m just an elegant view but sometimes I don’t see you in view since I think deeply more than the image in front.” Goldfish elaborated.
 “I’ve been on both ends but I can’t get passed certain things.” Jurina sighed.
 “I could see that but there’s something you could do but you haven’t asked. I’m not a virgin but to be honest I swing both ways.” The woman smirked.
 “By the way… I want to be aggressor.” Jurina added, sliding the package.
 “I was prepared. You seem like one so how about we continue into the bathroom?” Goldfish pointed over to the other end as Jurina followed her to the large area with the open shower and bench in the far corner.
 Jurina admired the room with the bath across of her and with the stacks of white towels near her. She turned her head with Rena holding the straps of her dress before sliding it off her shoulders. Her bare, pasty-colored body attracted her attention. She turned to reveal her coconut-shaded areolas and the stubs that appeared like erasers. Jurina pulled her hoodie and shirt off when Goldfish grabbed her shoulders.
 “Puppy… no so fast.” Goldfish scolded. “Let me deal with this.”
 She reached around Jurina’s body to unclasp the back of her bra and brought it forward. Goldfish’s hands cupped the ample set and massaged them. She stood erect in front of her when the woman closed in around her chest. Her heavy breathing perfumed her chest when she felt a tinge on one side and continued to sense the pain running through her body. The digging of the sharp objects forced a cry when she felt it stretched and the etching became evident as Goldfish released the tip.
 “Okay?” Goldfish asked.
 Nodding, Jurina felt the hands rub across the exposed areas. Goldfish continued her assault on her chest with Jurina feeling the aching of her nipples being ripped off with her teeth as Goldfish shoved her hand into the panty. The cold air made the truth of the aggressive nature of the woman show. Her eyes stared down when a smile came upon her face.
 “I know~ but you seem rather uptight. This is to loosen you up a bit. I made you come a lot. You seem truthful yet there’s something you have to accept in yourself. Without being dominated, you don’t know what your limits are. You’ve had submissive partners so you have a taste of what you can handle Puppy. There’s a thing I have that’s worth a try.”
 Goldfish skipped out of the room to return with a toy. The small bulb caught her attention when Goldfish knelt as she felt the item being pushed into the canal as the narrow end fitted around the cliff when the vibrations came furious. Jurina fell to her knees as she felt it run throughout her body as the cries came out echoing in the room. The body felt the cold floor below with the vibrations causing her to convulse when it stopped and staring up at the white light above before the darkness of Goldfish���s body blocking the sight.
 “I feel numb.” Jurina reported.
 “I think it is this you need. No one can overwhelm you. To break you down sexually and mentally is the best feeling. Emotionally shouldn’t be the issue but the two shall make you feel satisfied.” Goldfish informed her.
 Her body floundered when the vibrations continued. Jurina reminded of the words as she could not remember any time that had gotten her into a coma of pleasure when it stopped as she felt the bladder balloon as the woman yanked out the toy and the torrent of liquid exploded onto the floor, creating a lake from her body as Goldfish stamp on the crotch. The explosion splattered from her love hole as the chest was pumping from the excitement.
 Jurina in the fog of the situation was like a child asking for the end of a torturous ride as Goldfish pulled her into a sitting position. She saw the shower with her feet under her as the shards of water attacked her from above. She fought for the clear view when Jurina dragged her body away as she saw the familiar item in front of her.
 “Angry? Excited? Disappointed?” Goldfish grinned.
 Which of the three seemed to relay the message of her abuse. None had happened on being the receiver yet she felt an urge running through her body with the water running down her body as she stared at it. Rena walked past her and rinsed down the bench before taking a seat with the nude-colored patch upon the area between her legs. Jurina stepped up to erase her imagination of something blocking the area and gripped the item in her hand.
 “There’s an underwear over there, wear it first before you suffer a rash.” Goldfish instructed as Jurina did so.
 Placing it over her waist, she felt the weight drive her forward. Her hips buckled from the mass in front as it hung straight down with Jurina moving forward as she gripped it and drop it on the bench for the weight was a challenge for the woman. Rena slid her body over, parting the backside to the lone entry into her lower half as Jurina nodded. She gripped the bottle to the side shelf and poured it into her grasp and rubbed the tip to the end of the shaft to present a shiny exterior to her partner. Goldfish guided it forward when it was slowly consuming the length until the end as a cry escaped from her.
 “Goldfish-san… you like this?” Jurina asked.
 “Puppy! Was it the only hole available? I don’t gain pleasure for my mouth so move your hips before I decide to switch.” She ranted when Jurina nodded and wrapped her hands around the wide hips.
 Jurina found how wide the hole has stretched form her perspective and the audible moans escaping from her partner. She held her thoughts while her thrusts became increasingly aggressive. Her mind turned to the striking nature as the object was being sucked in like a vacuum as the woman gripped the wall. The echoes of Goldfish’s pleas were slamming into her mind as Jurina continued when her partner withdrew and laid upon the floor. The toy slipped in easily as Jurina pulled her ankles over her chest with the firm movements grinding into the back side.
 “You’re doing well.” She noted. “Puppy, you’re going to have fun as well.”
 Jurina nodded. She didn’t expect the challenge to be difficult but it was the expanding of her thoughts into what would break her from the boredom and Jurina paused upon Goldfish pushing her back. The woman ran out with Jurina observed the object still clean of anything. The start made her aware of her problems and driving forward was what she should have done however she bit her lip when she glanced over. Goldfish walked up and pinch down upon the tip, twisting it with a light brush of her lips.
 “There’s so much to do but this is enough for now.” She snickered. “I have another appointment.”
 “I see…” Jurina nodded.
 The timing brought her into a room where she had dressed up. The door was locked to the main room when she turned to the corridor to seek an exit. The elevator came into sight as she headed down to the ground floor. The doors opened to an alleyway as she walked out to return to the apartment. Jurina collapsed onto the bed and slipped into the slumber.
 She awoke to the loud alarm and rolled out as the ceiling became her first view. Jurina strolled to the bathroom with the core swollen for the practice. Urine was like lava from her body when she remembered last night. The body, tender from the consultation, was rejecting her normal functions as the door slammed when she saw her girlfriend, Nana, by the doorway.
 “Where were you?” She asked.
 “I was busy. I wanted to be alone.” Jurina answered. “I’m sorry.”
 “No problem.” Nana smiled. “You seem safe.”
 Goldfish lingered in her mind as she had the thoughts but the day was early and then a knock at the door caught their attention. Nana delivered the item to Jurina as a note came, “I want you to have this –Goldfish.”
 Jurina threw it aside to relay her concerns. She loved Nana yet maybe if it rubbed off, it was a sorrowful path. Listening to her, Jurina found out that it was her concerns were truly realized. The night became an open session of experiment and in the end, it was Goldfish that lingered on her mind and opening the package to the toy from the previous night. Jurina placed it to the side and upon her opportunity, it was the satisfaction to not feel restricted to her own knowledge.
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autisticadventurer · 6 years ago
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Flu Musings
I’ve had the flu for nearly a week now. I’ve missed two days of work and have had to do two short days. It really sucks because aside from getting financially caught up after all the recent challenges, I’ve got a two week break, the car needs work again and we are bringing miss puppy home this week. It’ll be okay but we’re in for another month of tight budgeting. We’ve both gotten through worse.  
I’ve been able to obtain a few new apps and services that should be able to help me streamline my habits, shopping, and finances. I’m happy that the Mint app is fixed because I absolutely love it. I created an account with Brandless and cancelled my Amora coffee (OMG THE PRICES) but I’m sticking with Graze for now. I got Habits (loop habit tracker?), redownloaded Insight Timer (great for meditation practitioners of all skill and experience levels), Cozi to help my SO manage schedules and lists with me, Mimo and Khan Academy to get me where I need to be so that I can get that Microsoft Certificate, and I’m doing my best to keep up with Lose It! in spite of the fact that I’ve eaten very little over the past week. Smart News came with my phone and I’ve made a point to look for unbiased news sources and read the articles every few days. So all that jazz is under control and I feel organized even if there are still a few things that we need to take care of to get caught up in the physical world.
While I’ve been down and out with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company, I’ve thought a lot about my past and the history of my family. There are some things that I know, some things I don’t, and some things that I have been given more than one account of. I know a great deal about my mother’s side of the family. Her mother comes from way back in American history - they were members of the Pennsylvania Dutch, that is, Germans seeking religious freedom as Catholics. I know that my great grandmother was a tap dancer and her husband was an actor, though I couldn’t say who because my mother and grandmother called him Bumpy. My mother’s dad is a first or second generation descendant of Ukrainian origin. They fled to escape the pogroms despite the fact that my Zeda had served as a soldier in the first world war on the Russian side. Because of the political climate in western Europe, they had to travel across Siberia and came to America on the west coast. They settled in Minnesota. Both families somehow migrated to Iowa and that is where my maternal grandparents met. While Bubby was the most loving lady on earth, my other great grandmother rejected both of her daughters; one for becoming pregnant (with my mother) out of wedlock, the other for being a lesbian (she went on a music adventure and was a house drummer, backing up such famous names as Jimi Hendrix and others but I love that. She’s a really cool lady). Their brother inherited all the money. On my dad’s side I know less. I know that they lived in Ohio and that nearly all of that side of the family now lives in Florida. My paternal grandmother came from an upper middle class family - her dad being an engineer. I have no idea when they immigrated or from where - I’ve heard they may have been Irish or Scottish and probably Welsh. My paternal grandfather had a Finish mother. She came here with her daughters and was pregnant to boot. After having my grandpa, she put all her kids up for adoption. He was adopted by a filthy rich family and considering that it was in Ohio where the rivers catch on fire, I can only guess that his parents were some kind of industry moguls. (He grew up to be homophobic and racist and turns out two of his biological sisters are also gay.) My dad has told me that as a child, his grandparents would take him to restaurants that didn’t even have prices on the menus and how his grandmother got away with drunk driving on a regular basis. I’ve heard that a great deal of their money was stolen, and also that my grandfather has problems with money management and so what was his is also gone. My dad’s sister got pregnant at an early age and left home young from what I know. I know that my grandma left my grandpa the day after my dad’s graduation, him being the youngest. 
I have been assumed to be a rich girl more than once in my life, but while my family once had money, I’d never enjoyed the benefit of it and neither did my parents. I was a military brat and nothing more. I think the reason behind it is that I took my education seriously and my speech can be a little overly formal  because of my desire to communicate clearly. Despite the fact that I did well in school, most of the schools I attended lacked scholarships for outstanding academic performance and economic hardship. The what ifs: If I had the parental support and encouragement to stay at the first school I went to and finish my bachelor’s degree in Biology, I would’ve finished with less than $10,000 worth of debt and I’d be set up to pursue something I loved. But as usual, Biology was unacceptable, I was unacceptable, etcetera. My parents were too caught up in who they believed they needed to be to listen to anyone or to ask questions or to accept reality as it is instead of as they believed it was, or as they believed it should be.
So it comes now to this: my final point. There is still this constant waging of war against differences, sometimes due to prejudice and sometimes due to the belief that rudeness is unacceptable. I was on my way to work last week and the car was doing its little chugalug deal as I’m trying to accelerate after the light turned green. They person behind me decided to honk. Yes, yes. How dare I be so rude as to have transmission problems while you are behind me? Your honking has fixed our car, thank you. I mean, there are countless examples of people treating each other like shit because of their impatience, some kind of internalized prejudice, how they believe the world “should” be, and all other forms of miscommunication. If nobody is being hurt, these things objectively do not matter. What’s difficult is that people often perceive injury where none was intended (in the case of most of my miscommunications) or they imagine injury where none has occurred (in the case of businesses claiming natural african hair on employees to be unacceptable). There are countless other examples in the day to day motion of the cultural machine. The issue that I have identified is that most unAutistic people don’t like to stand out or be the first to do something because humans have evolved to believe in their cultures. Brave and virtuous is the business owner who allows for differences among their staff. From a permaculture perspective, diversity leads to resilience, but your average rich lady consumer doesn’t give a shit about permaculture principles; she gives a shit about feeling “comfortable” in her shopping surroundings and misunderstandings or appearances can shake that precarious foundation that culture has laid for her. I think in many ways, consumer culture is one of the primary barriers to creating acceptance and inclusion in the workplace. 
Lao Tzu said it is better to retreat a foot than to advance an inch. I think his reasoning behind all of that deals with the fact that he probably witnessed things just like this happening regularly. He was an imperial record keeper during a time when China took itself very seriously and struggled with xenophobia. If you personally perceive an injury where none was intended, then you might be apt to retaliate, making you the true initiator of conflict. If you perceive and injury where none was intended and you retreat, then you have simply enforced a boundary, perhaps even, “I know that she didn’t mean to be unkind, but I will disengage from this situation in order to preserve my own energy,” or even, “I may be late due to the driver in front of me, but I have no control over this situation and a difference of two minutes does not damage the productivity of my place of employment from an objective perspective,” or, “If that bitch of a customer has a problem with how you care for your hair or yourself, then we don’t need their business anyway.”
The only way to truly create change in our world is to change from the inside. Waging war on rudeness or appearances makes you an asshole. Having healthy boundaries protects you. Learning to be okay with the world as it is prevents escalation of problems and allows us to solve them while they are small. 
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thewriting-corner · 4 years ago
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Taking Breaks
Now, this may be ironic considering I had a breakdown earlier over writing an address wrong, but this is exactly why this post is important!! Overworking and burnout are becoming so normalized (and kinda romanticized) in the writing community that it scares me. Not to go all mom-friend on you (because again, clearly I need this advice too), but you need rest. Your brain AND your body need energy to function correctly and over exerting yourself will lead to an even worse burnout. So, without further ado, enjoy this post on taking breaks :)
When to take a break
I admit this self care tip is based on a John Mulaney meme but the moment I start hating my WIP, it means I have to stop. If you find yourself constantly hating what you write and your ideas and yourself, it’s probably a sign that you should stop.
If when you’re writing or at school or work, idk, you start to think of your next nap or start to feel lightheaded/dizzy, or just overall feel weak. Take. A. Break. Also, I’m not sure if this is just me, but my eye starts twitching out of lack of sleep.
Truthfully, if you think you might need a break, take a step back and consider: if I were to stop doing this right now, would it make me feel better or would it just make the burden worse later?
What to do
Obviously, sometimes taking a break is a luxury. Lack of time, responsibilities and deadlines do not help with the self care, but it’s still important!! If you can, take a 15-20 minute power nap (with a timer!!). That’s usually the perfect amount for me, but on average, going over 40 min means your brain will likely go into REM sleep and you’ll end up feeling like crap when you wake up. And if you’re afraid of not waking up, sleep on the couch or without blankets so you don’t have that urge to stay in bed.
Go to bed earlier. I know, I know. We writers love writing a 3 am. However, it’s okay to skip a few late night writing sessions for a few extra hours of sleep. It’ll pay off later.
Social media detox. While this may not be possible for some, I like to at least turn off my notifications for Instagram. I love my writer friends, but sometimes just opening the app makes me tired and when I do come back a few hours/days later, I feel refreshed.
This might sound dumb, but do a face mask and watch a comfort show/movie. My recommendations for comfort movies are Mamma Mia 2, Cinderella (2015), Alexa & Katie and Brooklyn Nine-Nine. Watching these helps me get my mind off, even if I only watch 20-30 minutes.
How long
Maybe some of you are like me and feel guilty taking breaks because some people do so much more without a stop… if you are that way, guess what? We’re all humans. We all need breaks. And if someone is working themself to the limit, then they are risking their health (both mental and physical) and you don’t have to do the same.
For figuring out how much time you should take, I like to look at my to do list. If you have one, make an estimate of how much time you’ll need and realistically set a limit for how much you’ll rest for.
And if you have no responsibilities, just self imposed deadlines, then take at least 2 days and see how it works out. If you still feel tired, take a week and read a book or watch a show. Take advantage of having this time to use for yourself and don’t feel guilty about it.
How to get back
Possibly the hardest thing is to go back into writing when you’ve taken a break, but luckily for you, I have to take many because I have no regard for my mental health and burnout way more often than I should👍🏽 Again, don’t be me. Be smart.
Anyway, to get back into writing I have a few tips:
Writing prompts (if you need any, let me know and I’ll send you some posts!)
A random sentence (like I mentioned in my last post)
Write a scene you’ve been DYING to write
Try to write the scene from another character’s POV
Read a comfort book or a really bad book that’ll put you in the mood to write
Listen to writing podcasts! Personally, I love (and have only listened to) Marissa Meyer’s “The Happy Writer Podcast” but I just discovered @/writinggibsongirl has a podcast called “Prose Talk” and it looks really cool
Talk to your writing buddies! Get excited about writing again! Tell them about your characters and the MCs arc and the character dynamics and everything and anything that makes you excited about it.
Finally, listen to a song that just defines your WIP, no matter if it’s the vibes or the lyrics or it just has that one very specific word that reminds you of your main character. Listen to it while daydreaming of your plot and maybe that’ll help re-boost your inspiration
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bellewatches · 4 years ago
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Apple Watch Series 6 2021 - 6 Months Later Review
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https://www.youtube.com/embed/09p1IGVLiTE the apple watch series 6 was released just less  than six months ago now and i thought it a good   time to revisit apple's best smart watch yet  and do an updated review so let's check out   the apple watch series 6 in 2021 and see if  it's still worth your hard cash stay tuned guys welcome back to tech it easy so the apple  watch series 6. now there's many reasons why i   believe the apple watch series 6 was apple's best  smart watch yet and it may have even taken the   crown for the best smartwatch of 2020 and believe  me that's tough to say coming from a samsung   fanboy first let's take a look at the ui so it's  running on apple's watchos 7 and there's a lot to   love about it and a few things i'm not too keen on  most importantly though the watch is super smooth   lagging or stuttering isn't something i've noticed  a single time in the six months of using it   and honestly it's a really pleasant stress-free  experience almost so bearing in mind that i daily   drive a samsung phone and a galaxy watch 3. I  found the app tray to be a little bit difficult   especially for first-time users don't get me wrong  it looks and feels amazing the haptic feedback you   get when zooming in and out feels awesome but for  someone who might be new to apple or not quite so   tech savvy it's a lot you have all these different  icons which are pretty tiny and all over the place   and i'm not going to lie i don't think  they're quite as clear as they could be   i know when i started using it it took me a  good while to figure out which app was which   really this is the only hugely negative thing  i have to say about the apple watch series 6.   but i do think simplicity would be a welcome  factor into their next version of the ui   for example the samsung galaxy watch 3 has the  app wheel which tells you clearly which app is   which admittedly it doesn't look nearly as nice  as the apple watch series 6 but it is a lot more   practical now you can change the menu on the apple  watch series 6 to a list view which will display   the names but that in my opinion doesn't work as  well and it looks worse than the galaxy watch ui   one thing that does look absolutely awesome  in the apple watch series 6 is the watch faces   they're absolutely stunning and really what make  the screen pop they're also extremely customizable   so you can get really creative with them though it  doesn't have the choice of third-party watch faces   like the galaxy watch 3 does which bothered me  at first but then again the galaxy watch doesn't   have the insane customizable watch faces the apple  watch ships with so it's a fair trade-off really   so let's get on to some more of the goodies so  this time around the apple watch series 6 has a   brighter screen and always on display which is a  welcomed upgrade in my opinion considering these   devices are going to be used for fitness outside  mainly it's important that you're able to see the   screen in direct sunlight another thing which is  brilliant is the fast charging you can charge this   up fully in just 90 minutes which does balance  itself out a bit considering it does only have   a mere 18 hours of battery life which yeah isn't  great but it is enough to get you through the day   with ease popping it on charge whilst you're in  the shower or having your dinner it will mean you   can make the most of all those tracking features  and i suppose we should go through what those   tracking features actually are so thanks to watch  os 7 you can now track your sleep spo2 heart rate   steps and more there's even an automatic hand wash  timer which starts whenever the apple watch series   6 detects you started washing your hands something  that samsung appear to have stolen whoops now if   you're wondering about the accuracy of the apple  watch series 6 when it comes down to spo2 and   heart rate tracking i recently did a test putting  it against a medical grade device and comparing it   to the galaxy watch 3.
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And honestly the results  were favorable towards the apple watch series 6.   i was really impressed with how it performed if  you do want to check out that video i will put a   link down in the comment section so what else can  the apple watch series 6 do well you can make and   receive calls get texts through and even receive  emails with both the lte and the gps versions   the lte version will let you make and receive  calls and more even when away from the phone   whilst the gps version will only have that feature  available when you're in range of your smartphone   in the six months of usage i've found this to work  fine i have the gps version here and surprisingly   i use it to make calls a lot i'm extremely busy  all the time and it just allows me to continue   doing what i'm doing i have no difficulty hearing  anyone and haven't had any complaints about being   able to hear me so the apple watch series  6 seems to be great in that department now   maybe i've convinced you to take the plunge and  go for it but which model should you go for if   you're not particularly tech savvy you might be  looking at all the various different models with   a confused face so let's start with the cheapest  option the apple watch se whilst not technically   part of the apple watch series 6 family it was  released around the same time and will likely be   an option many of you are considering so what's  the difference between the apple watch series 6   and the se version well first and foremost you can  wave goodbye to sp02 monitoring on the se version   the se version also uses the s5 system whilst the  series 6 uses the s6 which is a fair bit faster   that being said the s5 system is still twice as  fast as a 2017 apple watch series 3 watch so not   slow by any means one other feature you'll miss  out on is the ecg feature that's exclusively on   the apple watch series six so the se is really  your budget option here still absolutely fine   in my opinion though if you're relatively healthy  anyway you most likely won't use the ecg feature   but you may miss the sp02 monitoring feature if  i'm honest but yes the apple watch se does have   the green light for me in 2021 now we have the gps  and the gps plus lte models so the models with lte   at the end mean they can be used on their own as  a cellular device as i mentioned earlier allowing   you to make and receive calls without the need for  your smartphone around these are typically more   expensive though so really think about whether  this is a feature you're really going to need   gps version can still make and receive calls but  you must be near your phone lastly there is just   a size which is pretty obvious but if you do opt  for the larger version there will be another price   increase personally i think most of you will be  fine with the smaller version and i'd honestly   just go for the gps version most of us have our  phones on us all the time anyway so it wouldn't   make much of a difference people who might want  to opt for the larger 44 millimeter version   and the lte version are those of you who like your  sport so cycling and running and doing a lot of   things when you're quite far away from the house  and don't really want to lug your phone around   with you so yeah that was a quick revisit and  buying guide i guess for the apple watch series 6   in 2021 one last note i do expect there  to be a newer model later on in the year   the apple watch series 7. However with the feature  set on the apple watch series 6 i can't see it   becoming useless anytime soon so i wouldn't let  that stop you from buying one if you did want to   wait until september time for the newer model  make sure you still consider the apple watch   series 6 as the price will most likely drop a  little making it an even more excellent value   buy if you do want to check the prices there  will be links down in the description for a few   different countries anyway guys let me know down  in the comment section your thoughts on the apple   watch series 6 in 2021 and if there's anything  else i can help you with i'll try and do my best   but for now thank you so much for watching  and hopefully i'll see you in the next one Read the full article
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engineerbabuinc · 6 years ago
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How to Build an Awesome eCommerce App?
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A Complete Guide to build an eCommerce App
Shopping Spree, Shopaholic, Fashionista, and what not! All thanks to Social Media Platforms for bringing in the fact that people love to shop; irrespective of the time; irrespective of the place. With the touch of digitization, the entire brick and mortar commerce arena revamped itself into eCommerce, wherein people started shopping online with the very ease provided by their devices, that too in the very comfort of their home.
eCommerce website, what once was a revolution has been commemorated by eCommerce mobile application. Indeed! eCommerce mobile apps with the slogan, “Shop on-the-go” are reigning over the smart users and their smartphones today. Amazon, the biggest player in the eCommerce game along with its counterfeits Alibaba, Myntra, Snapdeal, have become an integral part of people while malls and supermarkets are being lowered to “Selfie zones”, “window shopping fads”, and “Check-in” hangouts.
Who would want to spare the precious time of their weekends, standing in long queues at the billing counter, waiting for their turn while France is playing against Croatia! Well, with eCommerce mobile app, all they could do is shop and yet never miss the game. So, an eCommerce app is an awesome game-changer in so many different ways.
That’s eCommerce mobile app for you!
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Who doesn’t have a dream of running a successful business with customers crowded all over the shop? eCommerce mobile app can be your dream come true business as you can target the customers from across the world and you don’t have to travel to market for your brand; that’s an added advantage.
Recently, there has been a great rise in the demand to build an eCommerce mobile app. Every single day, startups are getting into the eCommerce business and all they target is mobile-first, website-second!
Cutting it short, if you are an aspiring eCommerce businessman, you have landed on the right page. Let me tell you, developing an eCommerce mobile app is not a very big deal today, especially with the nascent of tools and technologies playing around.
And the future of eCommerce, AI and VR technologies are decked up to renovate the eCommerce ecosystem completely with unforeseen features like virtual changing room. Must say, even the future of eCommerce is way too bright and now is the time you should seriously consider building your very own eCommerce mobile app.
To start with, it is important that you define your eCommerce business goals with utmost clarity. What type of eCommerce mobile app do you want to launch your business - Android or iOS? What is your product going to be? Who is your target audience? Which brands are you targeting?
Once this is sorted, you can move to the next important step which involves defining the right features for your eCommerce Mobile Application.
Features are the reflection of your USP. That is going to make all the difference for your target audience, when it comes to an eCommerce app. Basically, they are but the deciding factors of whether your revenue grows or flows away to your competitors. Hence, it is important to plan the features for developing your eCommerce mobile app. Below is a list of features extracted from the successful eCommerce Mobile App and you cannot afford to miss any of these:
A Simpler Registration Process
As easy as this sounds, it can be an exhaustive one for your customers and they might simply choose to uninstall the app with pages and pages of information to fill in. Who’s got time anyways! Ensure an easy registration process. With everybody having a Social Media Account today, you can enable sign up and login with two clicks at maximum and your customer is on-board! Plus, an extra brownie point for learning their preferences through their digital age on their Social Media Accounts!
Supports Multiple Payment Options
Let’s say, you have a big fat customer who mostly shops online and visits your eCommerce mobile app to give it a try. After dumping his stuff into the cart, he realizes you do not have the payment option that he prefers. You just lost a big customer. And many more who prefers the payment option that your app does not offer.
To play safer and smarter as an eCommerce businessman, you have to open the doors to the most popular payment methods. Credit card, debit card, net banking, and eWallets being at the top, ensure that you subtly push your customers towards using your app’s in-built wallet.
Push Notifications
Your customers have their needs and want, you have the required supply to fulfill them but how to bridge this gap of communication? Push notification is the key!
Push Notification is one of the most important features that map the success of an e-commerce mobile app. They enhance the customer engagement as it keeps them informed about the referral, discounts, sales, promotions, and offers, to keep them coming back for more. This, in turn, provides you with the opportunity to cross-sell and up-sell for getting you better profits.
Social Media Integration
Don’t tell me that you do not want ALL the attention of your customers. You even want their social media time. And your demand is justified considering the fact that you are running a business.
Not only for one-tap login, Social Media integration will ensure that your eCommerce mobile app is right in front of your customers wherever they are; chatting on Facebook, Tweeting on Twitter, or pinning on Pinterest. This will also help them easily share your special discounts on their social media accounts. What better than word-of-mouth marketing and user-generated content! An eCommerce app that taps the power of social integration works - It's as simple as that when it comes to an application of eCommerce.
Complete Synchronization
You have your eCommerce website and an eCommerce mobile app. You have come up with a very exciting feature that is sure to strike a chord with your targeted audience and take their buying experience to the next level. But you have to launch this feature before your competitor does. You want better time-to-market but with edits to be made in both the portals separately, time seems to have stopped. What would you do?
Speed up the process by getting our eCommerce mobile app synchronized with the website. Save plenty of time, beat the competition, and increase your sales.
Google Analytics
It’s just been a while since you launched your eCommerce business. You think you are faring well so far. But keeping your gut feeling aside, how do you gauge what is working for and against your business?
Ok, like every time, Google has the answer you want with Google analytics. Optimize the use of Google analytics to find out how your customers are really finding to be on your mobile app with the help of real-time data. Know which product of yours need a different packaging, what offers can make an appealing combo, and which demography is resonating well to your business, all this with Google analytics. Your application of eCommerce will definitely grow from strength to strength.
Review & Rating
Don’t shy away from the fear of getting bad reviews and poor product ratings. A wise businessman is the one who is open to both criticism and learning.
Empower your customers to review and rate your app and its features. The possibility is, the products that you are offering are nowhere in the wish list of your buyers and reviews will help you achieve this sense of realization. Again, after improvements do not delete the negative feedbacks, rather thank them and show what steps you have taken. This will make them feel important and who knows they will stick to your brand like forever!
Wishlist Button
It’s the end of the month. The salary is one week away and your customers don’t want to miss out on what they have recently found out. They want to buy it, not now but definitely after a week. Let wish list play its share.
Wishlist, at times, can be a savior to your sales. It helps your customers to save products they wish to buy later. Plus, you get an edge over knowing the preferences of your buyer and personalized offers and SOLD!
Easy Checkout
All the enthusiasm and energy of your customers is gone in making their choices and adding items to cart. Now’s the tough part - the payment!
To ensure that they do not abandon the cart, build your checkout process as easy as possible. Help them save their card and e-wallet details and take them faster through the payment gateways. As said earlier, your customers hate to wait in the billing queue, don’t let them wait with virtual billing system as well!
There are myriads of eCommerce mobile apps already in the market. You need to stand out from the crowd and these features will help you make a move. If you follow a customer-first approach by providing them the utmost ease to shop, you will easily be able to retain your customers. On the other hand, when your competitor has an amazing experience to offer in reference to features, your customers will be inclined to them.
In this situation, the smart way is to build an eCommerce mobile app with the right features and avoid any fluff that could possibly take away your customer engagement rate. Make them feel that you understand the issues they face while shopping with other mobile app and the solution. Give them the value of the time, energy, and money they spend using your mobile application. This is the only important key to win over your customers and has an upper hand over your competitors.
Things to Take Care of While Building an eCommerce Mobile App
Right from conceptualization of what USP of your eCommerce Mobile app is going to be to launch a Beta Version, there are many important aspects that are to be taken care of.
With time, experience, and analytical skills, I have collated a complete guide with elaborated information on the important aspects of app development.  
If you are a first-timer, you might feel the hardship right from the beginning. You might even end up scraping the entire business idea. But do not drop yet. We are here to help.
The basics of any eCommerce mobile app remain the same. All you need to add is that pinch of your branding and the spark of your USP to make your business stand out and stay at the top in the Google search engine results. Some of the fundamentals that you should consider basic while building an eCommerce mobile app are:
Easy navigation
UI/UX with right features
Visual appeal
Brands integration if at all you are into multi-store eCommerce
Inventory management
Here is an ideal step-by-step process for creating and launching an eCommerce Mobile app that you should follow in your trail to run a successful eCommerce business:
Keep in mind your eCommerce business goal even before you begin with the development process. Know what uniqueness you bring in or what issue you are going to solve for your customers with your eCommerce business. Do not go “all in” with the launch of your business. You need to know what works and what doesn’t. You need to know your real-time buyers. You need to know what gender you should target. You need to know a lot! Start small but concrete. Make expansion only when your business is ready. Get help from talents and app development experts to upgrade your business version. Take a look at this guide to outsource the best app developers.
In the urge to following the ABC’s of your eCommerce business, do not forget the M for Marketing. You need to reach out to your potential customers to help them reach out to you.
Attract them with on-boarding referrals, convert them with your USP, close your sales by keeping them engaged, and delight them with information about the products they need and you offer.
Ultimately, it all depends on the quality of development. Hire experts that are passionate about their work as much as you are about your dream eCommerce business. Retain them by providing them the perks and incentives that are best in the industry.
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Key Aspects for eCommerce App Development
Before proceeding any further, let me give you a detailed glimpse of the key aspects to focus on while developing an eCommerce mobile app:
Market Analysis and Buyer Persona:
The basis of an eCommerce mobile app development lies in determining the buyer persona for your business. Ask yourself, “ Who are you selling your products to?” Accordingly, carry out your research for your target audience. Analyze the behavior and patterns of your target audience. Know their digital age and their likes & dislikes. This will help you create your app as relatable as possible for them.
Know your Competitors:
Extract a list of your competitors. Create a separate list of what they are into and what makes them the obvious choice for the buyers. Do not duplicate their features or their business model, rather research well about the business model and make the maximum out of your analysis.
Choosing Technology:
Know the ins and outs of your business so as to decide on the technology to create your eCommerce mobile app. Keep an eye on the budget of development, know your inventory and select the CMS, database, framework, and most importantly the backend and frontend languages to code your app.
If you want a better time to market, go for the hybrid app, if you want sustainability, go for a native one. Similarly, you have to decide whether you want to launch an Android app, an iOS app or both at the same time, keeping in mind the device usage of your target audience for designing your application of eCommerce.
UI and UX Design:
Give your brand the voice it deserves by soothing color schemes, appealing visuals, and smooth transitions for your customers from one page to another. Create options for your logo and leverage it to the optimum. That is going to be your business’ identity for your target customers. Play with the subconscious mind of your customers by leveraging smart branding tactics for creating a lasting impression.
Cost of Developing an eCommerce mobile app:
Ultimately, it narrows down to whom you are investing and how much you are investing. Without a doubt, the budget is the front of the mind concern for the app development. To save you from this budget dilemmas, I have created some pointers for you to remember while going forward with app development:
Features: Whether you want to launch your eCommerce app with MVP, or a mixed bag with MVP and advanced features, or a full-fledged eCommerce mobile app with advanced features.
Android or iOS? The price tag of iOS is on the higher side, decide what device you want to be primary for your business. You can always scale your business later.
The low maintenance expensive backend development or the low budget high maintenance third-party APIs.
A better time to market with hybrid app development or better sustainability with native app development? Make your choice wisely, you are in the business game for a long run.
Outsourcing the resources has a visible effect on your budget and so you need to be very careful hiring them.
Again, a number cannot be projected with respect to the cost of developing an eCommerce mobile app as there are variables. However, to be as helpful as I can, I have put down an estimate on the basis of the trends I have witnessed considering the generic app development scenario.
If we consider the most basic version of the app with only the MVP features and simple UI/UX design, the projected price can go to $60,000 just for development. However, there is very little support and maintenance required.
If we consider a mixed bag of basic features including a few advanced features, the price an go up to $60,000 to $80,000.
If we consider the app to be developed with advanced features, then the price can be as high as $80,000 to $120,000.
Outsource Developers for eCommerce Mobile App Development:
On the basis of your scope of work, you would want to outsource resource and skilled developers for building your eCommerce mobile app.
There are many different types of pricing model that you could choose from - time-based, scope based, fixed price and fixed time pricing model, or dedicated resource hiring.
Dedicated Resource-based Hiring
When opting for a dedicated resource based hiring, ensure that you know the scope of work and that you are not paying for an extra resource, when it comes to eCommerce apps.
To develop a basic version of your eCommerce mobile app, you will need -
UI and UX     designer
2 -     4Developers
Quality     Assurance Engineer
Backend     Developer
Project     Manager
To develop an advanced version of eCommerce mobile app, you will need -
Team     Manager/Project Manager
UI/UX     designer
3 -     4developers for each platform
Quality     Assurance Engineer
2–3     backend developers
Admin panel     developer
After this virtual tour to developing an eCommerce mobile app, are you ready to step into the real world with real hiring of skilled resources for your to-be-real eCommerce mobile app?
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femslashy · 8 years ago
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the skies above us
written for @alittledizzy as part of @fandomtrumpshate
length: 14.8k
genre(s): fluff+angst
triggers/warnings: implied panic attack/anxiety, canonical character death mentions
Baz and Simon meet in a community center art class and become fast enemies; much to the chagrin of their matchmaking therapist. Over the next few months tensions escalate, paint is thrown, coffee is had, and the two of them learn that there's more to life than just doing what's expected of you
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a/n: bless @cherryonsimon for being the most patient beta and best friend and for staying up until 5am reading this over!! and a huge thank you to all of my friends who listened to me talk about this fic for ages and who offered their support throughout the entire process 💜 (this fic will crash the mobile app so if you’re on your phone i recommend reading on ao3 ^__^)
Simon
“How’ve you been, Simon?”
I shrug, and Ebb writes something down in her notebook. I crane my neck to see what it is, and she pulls it back. Frowning, I lean back on the couch and cross my arms. It’s not like she’s said something bad, it’s just a habit I’d picked up over the years. Being in and out of therapy since you were a child tends to make you curious about what they’re saying about you, especially if their evaluation could determine whether you get shuffled around yet again.
Not like that would actually happen with Ebb, especially since I aged out of the system a while ago, but it’s still a knee-jerk reaction to seeing someone taking down notes about me. Never mind that I’ve been seeing the same therapist for six months; some habits are hard to break.
Ebb is the best person I know, which is probably a weird thing to say about someone you pay to listen to your problems; but when you don’t have a lot of people in your corner, you learn to appreciate the ones who are.
Her office looks nothing like the small cramped rooms of the therapists I’d been sent to when I was a kid. It’s large and airy, with a red couch covered in pillows and crocheted afghans. The walls are completely covered in pictures of people, of places, of things. The first time I’d visited, I’d asked Ebb about her walls, and she’d just laughed and told me it reminded her of her life.
“What about it?” I’d asked.
“That I’ve lived it,” she’d replied and laughed again.
I love Ebb’s laugh. She laughs like everything matters, and it’s nice to hear. Encouraging. It’s one of the many reasons I keep coming back.
She’s still waiting for my answer, but I don’t feel pressured. That’s another thing I like about Ebb: she gets it. She knows that sometimes words are hard for me and that sometimes you just get sad for no real reason.
Ebb lost her brother when she was young. I know this because she accidentally let it slip during a session one day. I felt like a jerk for not comforting her, only watching as she’d wiped her eyes on the cuff of her jumper, but I know she understood.
Other people’s emotions are hard for me to handle, but I’m getting better at it, I think. I should probably ask Penny, considering she’s basically the only person I talk to regularly, now that Agatha’s broken up with me and moved away to the States. To California. To “find herself”, whatever the hell that means.
“I’ve been...okay,” I finally say, and Ebb nods.
“Just okay?”
“Well--,” I pause, “I did have an incident at work…”
Ebb nods, and I take it as encouragement to continue.
“I got fired again.”
“Uh oh,” she says, but not in a way that makes me feel bad.
“I messed up a customer's drink and got so anxious as I was trying to fix it that I broke the machine.”
She tuts and writes something in her notebook again. My curiosity is too much this time. “What are you writing?”
“Just a reminder,” she replies, “I’ll tell you at the end of the session.”
That doesn’t completely satisfy my curiosity, but I drop the subject anyway.
We spend the rest of the hour discussing my week--what I’ve done, what I haven’t done, what I should be doing,--until the timer on Ebb’s side table beeps and she uncrosses her legs. Her head is bent, and I want to ask what she was going to say before, but she beats me to it.
“Have you thought about taking up a hobby?” she asks, pen still scratching across the paper as she looks up at me.
That’s not what I was expecting. “I mean…” I trail off, trying to remember the last time I’d done anything that could be considered a “hobby”. I play football with friends sometimes, except...except it’s been years since I’ve actually done anything like that. Christ, has it been that long? “It hasn’t exactly been a priority to me.” I say, avoiding Ebb’s inquiring gaze.
“Well, maybe it should be,” she says in a way that makes me think I don’t have a choice in the matter. Maybe that’s a good thing, because I know if I were on my own I’d never push myself to find something.
“Like what?”
“I was thinking something therapeutic. Like... relaxing. Have you ever taken a painting class before?”
“You mean outside school?”
She nods.
“No.”
“Would you be interested in trying one?”
I shrug. Again.
She sets her pen down and tears a page out of her notebook, folds it, and hands it to me. “Here’s the information about the class. You don’t have to attend, but I think It’d be good for you.”
I take the paper, and look at the class name. “Why painting and drawing?”
“Well, Simon, I could list all of the reasons it’s beneficial to your mental health, but that’s boring and you don’t want to hear it. Long story short: it might make you happy and that’s a damn good reason, in my opinion.”
I nod, because I feel like I’m supposed to agree.
We make my next appointment, and as I’m leaving she says, “I really do think this will be good for you, Simon.” It’s like she can tell that I’m considering tossing the number, and I make a firm decision not to.
I wave goodbye and duck out the door, shoving the paper roughly into my jacket pocket. It feels heavier than it should, and I know it’s because I’m overthinking this. (As usual.) I’ll probably feel better once I have more information, but the thought of me enjoying an art class makes me want to laugh. I’m not artistic in any way, and I really don’t have any interest in spending time looking at stupid bowls of fruit, or drawing naked people, or whatever people do in classes like this.
But I’ll do it. For Ebb. (And because maybe she’s right about this. Maybe it will make me happy.)
(Something has to.)
* * *
I didn’t tell Ebb I had a job interview after our appointment. Didn’t want to jinx it, I suppose. Not that it’ll make any difference, I’ll still manage to fuck it up somehow. I always do.
Penny warned me that I should dress up, so I’ve exchanged my usual tracksuit and trainers for a button-down shirt with slacks and shoes that pinch my feet. I think I look pretty good, like I’m actually someone important going somewhere...well, important.
That thought makes me stand up a bit straighter as I press the button at the corner. I stop smiling to myself when I notice an old woman looking at me funny as we both wait to cross the street. I smile at her. It must not be a very convincing one though, because she scowls at me and inches away. I have that kind of effect on people usually. No one likes to get close to me.
It’s been that way ever since I was a kid: sullen and thuggish, and always bouncing my favorite red ball. Countless people tried to take it away from me over the years, but eventually everyone learned to leave me alone. (No one likes a biter.)
The light changes, and I leave the old woman and her scowl behind.
* * *
The interview did not go well. Or rather, it had been going well until they asked about my previous work experience, and I’d had to explain about getting fired all those times. I’d been tempted to lie, but I knew they’d just end up phoning my references and finding out just what a huge fuck-up I am.
The tube ride home is stressful as hell; the car is packed full of commuters and schoolchildren. It’s basically my worst nightmare come to life. I’m shoved into a corner, and I can barely get to the door in time once we get to my stop.
I’m practically crawling by the time I get to our flat, and when I enter I see Penelope sitting on the couch with her feet on the coffee table,--something she calls me out for often. When she sees me she drops her feet and moves her laptop onto the table.
I flop down on the couch next to her and exhale harshly. I want to go take a shower, wash this day off my skin, but I’m too fucking exhausted to get up again.
“How was it?” she asks, sounding hopeful.
“They didn’t even bother lying about calling me later.” I say, and her face falls.
“Oh, Simon.”
She leans into me, and I let her. We sit like that until the sun goes down and the evening news comes on.
“Alright?” She asks, and I shrug.
She rubs my arms and leaves the room. I should get up and do the same, but the couch is comfortable, and seems as good of a place as any to process my day. I open her laptop and google the place on the paper. The class is located at a community centre not too far from the flat and it takes place every Thursday afternoon for 10 weeks.
I wince when I look at the price, but if Ebb thinks it’s a good idea…
Then, it’s worth it.
5 minutes later, I’m all signed up, and groaning as I look over the supply list.
Maybe I’ll ask Penelope for help.
Maybe this class might actually help.
Maybe I can actually fucking turn my life around for once.
I finally shut the computer and force myself to get off the couch and finally take that shower I’ve been craving. The hot water feels good and I rub the flannel into my skin harsher than necessary, but it helps me feel cleaner.
After I finish scrubbing my body, I wash my hair--noting that I really need to get another haircut soon. Then, I have to resist the urge to sit down, knowing that I’ll just stay there for an hour and our water bill with get hiked up, and I won’t do that to Penny. (Not again, at least.)
The class starts on Thursday, the day before my next session with Ebb, meaning I’ll need to talk myself into going all on my own. I wonder if that was Ebb’s plan--she’s sneaky like that.
I’m asleep before my head hits the pillow, and that night I dream of goats and paintbrushes and--for some reason--shiny black hair.
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Baz
The first time I’d stepped foot in Ebb’s office, I’d almost walked right out. It looks nothing like the posh offices of the expensive doctors my father had sent me to in my youth and I suspect that’s part of what made me decide to stay.
The sofa is faded red and covered in way too many itchy blankets and pillows, and the walls are cluttered with pictures of people, places, and things. I’d meant to ask Ebb about them, but by the time I’d come up with a way to do it without sounding snobbish, too many sessions had passed for it to be a natural question. I resigned myself to just admiring them every time I waited for her.
Ebb wasn’t the most organized therapist. She was always running a bit behind and she’d need a moment to collect herself before our hour began, but she never cut me off early and she always made me feel like I was being listened to. I overlooked her flaws and continued to return.
Today she’s wearing a long skirt and an old jumper. She looks like a bag lady, but I don’t mention it. She must have just gotten a haircut, because her blunt, blonde bob looks even more blunt than usual. I don’t mention that either. Instead, I just lean back on the couch and cross my arms. (Ebb says that isn’t healthy body language.) (I’d told her where she could stick her healthy body language, and she’d just laughed.)
“How are you today, young master Basil?” Ebb asks. (She’d started calling me that as a joke, and it’s a testament to how much I like her that I allow it.)
“Fine,” I say, and she snorts.
“Are you really?”
“No.”
“Why not?” The tip of her pen is hovering about her notebook, and I find myself wondering what exactly she writes about in there; but then I decide I’d probably be happier not knowing, and inhale.
“I got into a fight with my father again. He’s still pressuring me about joining his firm.”
“And you still want to continue teaching?”
I nod. My mother had been a teacher, and sometimes I wonder if she’d take my side against my father about this. If she were alive that is. The way my father acts, her word had been law. He thought she hung the moon and I’ve always been convinced that the moon was hung for her pleasure.
I don’t think my father hates my job, but I suspect he thinks that by keeping me close by he can control my life better. Like if I’m still under his thumb I’ll turn into the son he really wants me to be, instead of a constant disappointment. Like I am now.
Ebb doesn’t like it when I think like that. She says I get tapes in my head that keep playing the same things over and over: that I’m worthless; that I’m unlovable; that I’ll never be the son my mother wanted, and definitely not the one my father would prefer.
The first time I’d admitted some of those thoughts out loud, Ebb had nearly torn her notebook in two.
“Who’s told you those things?” she’d asked.
“Me,” I’d replied.
And then she really did rip the book. (I showed up at the next appointment with a new one, covered in goats like the one before it.) (Ebb loves goats.)
I cross and uncross my arms, wrinkling my nose when one of the garish wool afghans itches against my leg as I move. I’d come by on my way to the club and my tennis shorts were riding up my arse, making it hard to concentrate on what Ebb was saying. I missed the first part of her sentence as I subtly adjusted myself until I wasn’t being driven crazy. (More than I already am that is.)
“--painting class?”
I must not have heard her correctly. “Excuse me?”
“I said have you thought about trying a painting class? At our last session you’d mentioned you’d like to pick up some new hobbies, meet some new people. There’s a class that I recommend to a lot of my patients that seems to help.”
“So, I’d be in class full of your crazies?”
Ebb makes a face. She hates when I use that word.
“Art can be very therapeutic,” she says, not bothering to respond to what I’d said.
I scowl, “I don’t need therapy.”
She laughs, “Then, why are you in my office?”
She’s got me there.
* * *
Fiona is waiting outside the building when I exit, arms crossed and scowling.
I roll my eyes. “What are you mad about now?”
She scoffs. “What makes you think I’m mad about something?”
“Your face.”
“Shut up, Basil,” she says, with no real venom in her words.
We have a standing lunch date after my therapy appointments. It’s good. They’re a nice excuse not to go back to my flat afterwards and wallow in self-pity. Plus, Fiona doesn’t press me to talk if I don’t feel like it, and is fine if I don’t listen to her prattle on while I work through whatever I’d discussed with Ebb that day. This session wasn’t too bad; Ebb hadn’t pressed too hard about my issues with my father, or anything else that might upset me too much.
“What’s that?” Fiona asks, and I realize I’m clutching the paper with the art class information on it.
“Nothing,” I say, but it’s no use. Fiona’s already snatched it from my hands and is reading it over.
“Art class?�� She sounds surprised, but not disappointed. (I don’t know why I thought she would be. I guess I’m so used to disappointing people that it’s a shock when I don’t.) “Are you going to tell Malcolm?”
“Why would I need to ask my father’s permission to attend a fucking art class?”
“You know why. If he thinks you have enough free time for this…”
“Then, I have too much free time,” I finish for her. My father is under the impression that if I have any time that it should be spent with him, helping out at his firm. Which is why I pretend like my job keeps me too busy to spend too much time there. I suspect he only “allows” my tennis games because he considers it an appropriate leisure pastime. But an art class? And at a community centre, no less? It’s not for the son of Malcolm Grimm.
I’m 25 years old, dammit. Too old to still be under my father’s thumb, as Ebb gently reminds me often, but that’s what happens when you’re still mostly financially dependent on the bastard. (One downfall of being a teacher. It doesn’t pay well.) (It pays rather abysmally, actually.)
“What do you feel like eating?” Fiona asks, ripping me from my pity spiral.
“Sushi?” I suggest hopefully, and she wrinkles her nose. Fiona hates sushi.
“Okay.”
“Okay?” I try to hide my surprise.
“Okay, we can get sushi.” She sounds resigned.
“Why are you being nice to me?” I say suspiciously.
“Can’t I be nice to my favorite nephew without being subjected to an inquisition?”
“I’m your only nephew. And of course not.
“You just look a bit shit that’s all. Like you need some good news. And that good news is that we’re getting sushi.”
“Fuck you,” I spit, but I suspect she’s right. I haven’t been sleeping well, or taking much care of myself at all. What’s the point? It’s not like I have anyone to keep it together for. Christ, that’s a depressing thought.
“Is that any way to speak to your favorite aunt?”
“You’re my only aunt,” I say and feel my pockets to make sure I didn’t leave my mobile on Ebb’s couch. (It’s happened before. I swear that couch eats things.)
I jump when Fiona lays on the horn.
“Shut up and get in the car, Basil.” She says, and I do.
* * *
When I get home later, I’m so full of fish and still tipsy from the sake Fiona’d insisted we order. I’m torn between taking a nap and finishing up some work I’ve been putting off, but instead I decide to look up the class Ebb told me about. I don’t know why, but my curiosity gets the best of me and it feels like I need to sign up for it now.
I type in the web address in my mobile and squint at the screen. It looks standard enough, once a week at a nearby community centre. I’ve never taken a class at one of those places before. Everything my parents ever signed me up for was at private studios, or done at the manor with tutors, but I can’t see Ebb recommending either of those things to any of her craz--other patients.
The class is fairly inexpensive, but I still use my father’s card. (It’s not like he’ll ever see it. He never bothers to check my bills, not unless I make an excessively expensive purchase. Like a flat.) (It took him a while to get over that one.)
I feel like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders as I sit down on the couch and fight back a yawn. Today has been long and it’s not over yet if the papers I need to grade have anything to say about it. I’ve also got to go through my basket of bills to make sure that I don’t fall behind. In fact, I’ve got a rather long list of tasks I need to accomplish before the day is through, but none of them sound as nice as curling up on the couch and falling asleep.
So, that’s what I do.
* * *
I’m sitting alone in the teacher’s lounge like I usually do. I’ve barely touched my sandwich, I’m too busy checking and rechecking these assignments. I swear every year my classes keep growing, my free time keeps decreasing, and my job becomes less and less desirable.
I don’t have afternoon classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so I really don’t have any excuse not to show up at the community centre tomorrow.
It’s a bloody beginners art class, how bad could it be?
* * *
Simon
“I had another job interview,” I tell Ebb halfway through the session. (It’s not that I forgot, I just didn’t want to bring it up at first.)
“That’s great!” she exclaims.
I look down at my trainers. “Well, I had two job interviews.”
“That’s still great,” she points out.
“I only got one of the jobs, though.”
“Which is still great.”
“I guess.”
“Why isn’t that great, Simon?” Ebb presses, and I shrug. It’s not like my new job is hard or particularly terrible, it’s just that I seem to go through them so quickly that I can almost predict what I’ll do to get myself fired at each new one.
Talk about the world's worst superpower.
* * *
Baz
I don’t know why I decided to go to this bloody class. I don’t do art, it was one of my worst classes in school, but somehow Ebb had managed to convince me. For all her faults, she really does know what she’s talking about.
When I walk in the door, I see that everyone has gotten there much earlier than me, and there’s only one open chair. I sit down on it and look at my desk mate: he’s in a ratty tracksuit and dirty trainers; he looks like a walking cliche. His hair is cropped close to his head on the sides and curly on top and I suppose he’s quite fit. If you’re into chavs, that is.
Simon
The guy that sits down next to me looks like a tosser. He’s in jeans and a white paint-splattered button down that stands out sharply against his reddish-gold skin. His hair’s long, dark, and wavy. It looks silky to the touch, like it would slip through my fingers if I tangled them in it. I bet all the girls find him bloody gorgeous. What an arse.
I’m barely listening to the instructor as she goes over what we’re supposed to be doing today, so I don’t catch anything beyond the fact that we’re supposed to be drawing and then painting the bowl of fruit at the front of the room.
I watch as the other students stand to go get their paint and I go to follow them. Not paying full attention, i accidentally trip over the foot of my tablemate.
“Oi,” I snap, “watch it!”
He fixes me with a cool glance. “You’re the one who tripped over me. Are you really thick enough not to realize that?”
I flush. He’s right. (Not about me being thick. That he didn’t do anything.)
“Just--watch it.” I say, glowering at him. He looks unruffled, and I hate him for it. Why won’t he get upset?
Why do I feel the need to upset him?
Baz
I refuse to let this idiot bother me.
Okay, he is bothering me, but I refuse to let him see that. Why does he infuriate me so much? The class has barely begun, and I already feel as if I’ve managed to make an enemy on the very first day, An enemy I’m forced to share a desk with. I decide I’m just going to sit somewhere else next class.
The instructor--who introduced herself as Miss Possibelf--clears her throat from her spot at the front of the classroom and says, “I hope you’ve made yourselves comfortable as these are the seats you’ll be sitting in for the next 10 weeks.” I groan internally. No one else looks bothered by the news, but no one else has to sit next to a bloody idiot for 2 hours every week.
I hope Ebb is ready to hear about this.
Once I start painting, I find it’s much easier than I expected. It’s even sort of fun. And relaxing. Maybe Ebb was right. Maybe I did need this. I lose myself in the process, relaxing into the smooth routine of brushstrokes on canvas when I notice someone glaring at me. Of-fucking-course.
Simon
My eyes flicker over to his painting and then back to mine. Fuck, I thought this was supposed to be a beginner’s class! Who does this arsehole think he is, coming in here like he doesn’t know shit, and then making us all look bad? I don’t realize I’m glaring until I notice his brush has stopped moving.
“What are you looking at?” he snaps, and I feel myself bristle.
“Nothing,” I snap back, and he sneers at me. Christ, I could strangle him. I’m about to say something more when the instructor--Miss Possibelf--turns up behind us.
“Excellent work, Baz,” she praises, and her face changes when she looks at my painting. “Mr. Snow…” she starts “that looks--you need--it--Baz, do you mind helping him?” the arsehole nods, and she walks off, but not before taking one last look at my easel and grimacing.
“We’re supposed to be drawing the stuff in the bowl,” Baz says, snidely, after she’s out of earshot. I want to march up to the front, grab that fucking bowl, and toss every single piece of fruit at his head.
Ten points for hitting him in the widow’s peak.
I smile to myself as I imagine his expression if I actually did that, and he kicks me in the ankle.
“What are you smiling like an idiot for?”
“Nothing,” I say and my daydream ends. Baz turns away, and I glare at him out of the corner of my eye.
After less than five minutes of conversation, I’ve decided that I hate him. He’s infuriating. And rude. And he insulted my painting. (He’s right though. It does look like shit.) (That doesn’t change the fact that he’s still a tosser.)
We don’t talk for the rest of the class.
* * *
I lay in bed and think about Baz.
I’m tempted not to go back, if I’m honest. I might not, except it means that I let Baz win and I refuse to do that.
But if I do go, he’s just going to be there, with his stupid smug expression and his stupid perfect fingers. And I’ll have to keep sitting next to him. And he’ll just keep being a bloody tosser, and we’re going to end up fighting each other one day, so I really should just stop going to the class and save us both the trouble.
Except...except Ebb had seemed really excited for me to go. I know she expected it to be good for me, to help me somehow.
I decide I won’t let Ebb down, even if that means putting up with Baz.
* * *
Baz
I can’t keep going back to that class. Not if Snow is going to be there. Not if I’m going to have to keep sitting next to him. Why did he have to fucking sit next to me on the first day? Why did Miss Possibelf tell us that our current seats would be our seats for the next ten weeks? Just my fucking luck. Of all the people to sit in that damn seat, it had to be him.
My students can blame Snow for the fact that I’m grading their assignments harsher than I normally would. I should wait until I’ve calmed down to read these, but I already put it off long enough that the class has actually started complaining about not getting them back.
I’m halfway through an essay that makes me want to tear my hair out, when my mobile buzzes. It’s my father. I frown. I really can’t deal with him right now.
“Basilton,” he says, like it’s a greeting, “I’m outside your door.”
I curse quietly and go to open it. “Hello, Father.”
He nods and steps inside.
It’s strange to see my father in my flat. In his expensive suit and slicked back hair, he looks like a lord; not the kind of person you’d expect to be standing in a lounge full of Ikea furniture and cheap art prints. (I like art, I just don’t like making it myself.)
I’m about to offer him a seat, but, as usual, he doesn’t wait to get to the point of his visit, “Now, you know I don’t have a problem with you being in therapy. In fact, I was thrilled when you finally took your mother’s suggestion and started going, you know I was. But--” he pauses like he doesn’t know what he wants to say next, which is bullshit, “I don’t think this class is necessary. Your time could be better spent on other things.”
“Like working for you.” I say flatly. He doesn’t even look ruffled as he nods in agreement. “I’ve told you before: I’m not interested. If you’ll excuse me, I have papers to grade. For my job. My job that I’m satisfied with.” I say, as calmly as I can, to his retreating back. He waves dismissively back at me, and I slam the door harshly, making a picture on the wall rattle.
“Oh, piss off,” I snarl at it.
Damn my father. It’s just a class! It doesn’t even affect him in any way. Even if I wasn’t taking it, I still wouldn’t take his fucking offer. Fuck him. Fuck this. Fuck Snow.
I groan and glare at the painting, “I have to go back now, don’t I?”
Maybe I’ll get lucky and Snow will choke to death on his body spray.
One can dream.
* * *
Simon
I can’t believe Baz is back. I don’t know why I’d expected him to stop coming--maybe I thought I’d scare him off or something,--but here he is.
Baz sits down and pulls out his fancy pencil case. My eyes flick to my sad ziploc full of supplies. I’m not jealous, I just wish I had a better way to carry my things. That’s all. I don’t care that Baz has shiny new things; I could have shiny new things if I wanted to. I’m just not a show-off the way he is.
He’s still pulling out his supplies, extra slow--like he’s trying to rub them in my face. I refuse to give him the satisfaction and I resolve to ignore him for the rest of class. Hopefully for the next eight weeks, as well.
Baz
Of course Snow is back. As if my life could ever be simple. He’s wearing another tracksuit, and I’m rapidly becoming convinced that he owns nothing else. He catches me staring and pulls a face. I look away quickly, and focus back on the paper in front of me.
Today we’re learning how to shade, and I almost feel a stab of pity when I see Snow’s three crappy pencils. I consider loaning him one of mine, but change my mind at the last minute; I’d probably just end up offending him somehow.
I go to the front to get a piece of paper and, when I get back to my table, one of my pencils is missing. I glance to my left and of-fucking-course Snow has it clenched in his grubby little paw.
“That’s mine.” I snap, and he looks up in surprise. The tip of the pencil snaps off as he abruptly stops mauling the paper with it, and I clench my jaw.
“I don’t have the right one,” he says, like that excuses his theft.
“That doesn’t mean you can just take mine! Christ, were you raised by wolves?”
His face screws up in anger, and I watch as he snaps the pencil in half, dropping the pieces on the table in front of me.
I don’t know how to react to that, and I refuse to sink to his level of childish behavior. Snatching the broken pencil pieces up and stuffing them in my bag, I turn my back to Snow. I can feel his eyes on me and it burns, but I refuse to look at him.
We don’t talk for the remainder of the class.
* * * Baz
At the beginning of our third class, Miss Possibelf tells us we’re going to be painting again. I make a show of making sure my supplies are as far away from Snow as possible, and he glowers at me.
We work in silence, barely acknowledging each other, and I begin to think that maybe this will get easier.
And that’s when my elbow hits the cup of dirty paint-filled water.
Simon
I see it before it hits me--the tipping cup, the spreading water--but I don’t react in time. I get drenched from the knees of my trackies to my trainers, and fucking Baz is pretending to look sorry, but he’s hiding an obvious smirk. I want to punch him. I might actually punch him if he keeps looking at me like that.
The only thing on my mind right now is how to get him back. I can feel myself getting angry. It feels like flames against my skin, and I want him to pay for trying to embarrass me in front of the whole class.
Baz stands up quickly and runs to get paper towels, but I know he’s only trying to make himself look better in front of everyone else. If I wasn’t so wet I’d refuse his help, but I have no choice but to suck it up. I make sure to glower at him as I take the towels; so he knows I know what he did.
“I’m sorry,” he says and he sounds so sincere that, for a second, I believe him. But then I remember this is Baz, and Baz hates me and would never apologize to me, especially not after he just got me soaked.
This must be payback for when I broke his pencil last night. Fine. Two can play at this game. If he wants a prank war, he can have a prank war.
I wait until everything settled back down to make my move. I almost don’t do it; it’s too much, too juvenile, but then I adjust myself in my seat and feel how my trackies are clinging to me. Not only are they wet, but the paint that was floating in the cup has stained the grey fabric; that alone makes it easier to do what I do next.
Baz is carefully painting what looks like a rose, completely oblivious to that fact that I’ve flipped my own brush upside down. I’ve made sure to scoop up a large amount of paint, and set my jaw as I pull my brush back and let it fly.
It sails towards Baz’s side of the table and splatters across the sky of his painting. He whips his head to the side and fixes me with a murderous stare.
“What the fuck, Snow,” he spits out through gritted teeth.
“You can’t do stuff like that!” I spit back, meaning the crap he pulled with the water cup. Except the expression on his face makes it seem like he has no idea what I’m talking about.
It occurs to me that maybe I should have reacted in a different way, but that thought is abandoned when a glob of cold paint hits my cheek.
“What the hell!” I dip my brush in the paint again and sling it in his direction a second time. Baz retaliates once more, and we’re engaged in a full-scale paint war when Miss Possibelf appears in front of us, looking angrier than i’ve ever seen before.
“Gentlemen,” she yells, her face beginning to go red, “what is going on here?”
We both freeze. I’m still holding up my brush, and the three of us watch as some paint starts to slowly drip towards the floor. It seems to take forever to separate from the bristles, and I swear the noise it makes when it hits the floor reverberates through the room.
“This is not a class for children,” she says like she’s speaking to...well...children. I guess we were behaving a bit childish, and I don’t try to argue with her as I gather up my bag and exit the classroom, not even bothering to clean up or put my painting back on the drying rack.
I’m aware that makes me seem like a dick, but I need to get out of here. Now. I can already feel my breathing getting faster and I’m starting to get dizzy. I hope I have enough time to get back to the flat before this escalates. I don’t want Baz to see my like this; he’d never let me live it down.
I decide the tube is too much right now, and decide to walk home. It takes longer this way, but maybe it’ll help me calm down. I stop next to the building and do the deep breathing exercises Ebb’d shown me. Once I managed to lower my heart rate slightly, I shrug my bag back onto my shoulder and start walking.
Ebb had brought up Baz at our session yesterday. She thinks I should try and “extend an olive branch”, “be the bigger person”, and we should “stop constantly being at each other’s throats”. I know she has good intentions, but there’s no way we can be friends. We can’t even stand to sit at the same table together once a week.
The wind starts to pick up, and I shiver. That’s still not enough to make me consider the tube, so I wrap my hoodie tighter and make my way back to the flat. I want to stretch out in front of the telly and forget about Baz, forget about this whole damn feud.
The more I think about it, the more convinced I become that Ebb is wrong for once. She doesn’t even know Baz; she has no idea what an arsehole he can be.
No, only I get to experience that.
Lucky me.
Baz
I should have fucking done it on purpose; he deserves it.
Snow is a bully, and he’s making this class excruciating, but if I quit I have no excuse not to help my father.
I’m glad my next session with Ebb is before class; I don’t think I could face Snow otherwise.
When I step outside of the building, I see him walking north--the direction I need to go. I turn around and stalk off the opposite way, even though it will take me twice as long to get back to my flat. I’ve been meaning to exercise more anyway.
* * *
Simon
I want to pretend it’s a coincidence that I scheduled this week's therapy session right before art class, and that I didn’t plan it that way so that it would be easier to deal with Baz. Ebb saw right through me, of course, but was nice enough not to mention it. (Especially after I told her everything that went down between us last class.) (I still haven’t gotten the paint out of my trackies.)
I let myself into the flat, calling out “Penny?” and getting no response. Figuring she must still be at her lecture, I head to the kitchen to raid the fridge. Something about therapy always seems to spike my appetite. I grab the rest of my leftover curry--and Penny’s too--from the other night, and go to the couch to make myself comfortable while I wait for her to come home.
The only thing on tv at this time of day is Doctor Who reruns and children’s programmes, so I opt for the first choice. Settling into the couch, I pop the lid on the curry and tuck in. The first bite reminds me that I probably should have heated it in the microwave, but it’s still pretty good cold, so I keep eating it.
That’s where Penelope finds me an hour later, sprawled out half-asleep on the couch, surrounded by empty styrofoam takeaway containers, while The Doctor battles aliens on the telly.
“Simon,” she says, and then louder, “Simon!”
I start, causing the box resting on my stomach to fall, scattering basmati on the carpet. Penny frowns.
“Have you been doing that all day?” she asks.
“No,” I say, feeling defensive all of a sudden, “I had therapy this morning. And I have art class at…” I glance at my phone, “Shit! It’s in 20 minutes!” I groan. The community centre is 10 minutes away by tube, and it’ll surely be crowded this time of day. I scramble off the sofa while Penny watches. She’s making that face she does when she’s trying not to be amused and she’s failing as usual.
I’d met Penny on the first day of secondary school. No one had wanted to sit with me during lunch, until she’d sad down, with her red hair and ridiculous glasses, and immediately launched into a rant about our teachers and the other kids in our classes while I just stared.
I wasn’t much of a talker then,--I’m still not--but Penny has always talked enough for the both of us, and I think that’s why we get on so well.
After we’d graduated, we moved into a little flat in London. It was almost like an unspoken thing, that we’d live together. Not like that: Penny’d had the same American boyfriend since we were 13, but I couldn’t see myself living anywhere without Penny, and she knew that as well.
We’ve lived here for 7 years, and it’s the second longest time I’ve spent in the same house. I’m constantly terrified that one day Micah is going to take her back to the states with him, and I’ll never see her again. Ebb reminds me that America isn’t amnesia, but that doesn’t help.
I worry I’m too dependent on her. I’ve brought it up before, but she just brushes me off and says that she’s not doing anything she doesn’t want to. And I believe her.
Penny never does anything she doesn’t want to--she’s stubborn that way. I admire that about her. I’ve always just done what I’ve been told, trying my best to stay invisible as I was shuffled through the system.
I’d been lucky to stay in my last foster house for so long. Long enough to finish school and graduate and finally age out and be on my own, where I could walk to tesco without a letter from the bloody Queen.
Sometimes I don’t know what to do with all that freedom, if I’m honest. Ebb says that probably one of the reasons I get so anxious all the time: I’ve never been able to make my own decisions, and now I’m 25 and I have no idea what I’m doing. I can’t even take the bloody tube on my own without risking a very public panic attack. It’s so fucking embarrassing.
That’s part of the reason I’d started seeing Ebb. I want to learn to function on my own; to be ready for the day when Penny finally leaves, and I have to scan my own credit card, and get my own mail, and make my own phone calls. Ebb says I’ve made a lot of progress, and I guess I believe her; but there are still days when I need my hand held (literally.)
It’s getting closer to class time, and I try to stay calm. If I had the money, I’d call an uber. The tube is my least favorite place to be especially on days like this, when my anxiety is already so high that the thought of being packed into a car with the that many people makes me want to vomit.
Penny must see it on my face, because she picks up her bag from where she’d dropped it on the floor and holds out her hand. I take it, gratefully, and let her lead me out the door.
* * *
Baz is late to class. Baz is never late to class. Not that I care. In fact, I’d be happy if he didn’t even show up today, because then I’d actually get to paint in peace for once, without him looking over at my easel and making his fucking snide comments. And helping me.
No, I hate when he helps me. He’s so condescending when he explains color schemes and proper brush strokes and his voice gets all excited as he starts to ramble, because he actually really enjoys this class, and he’s so passionate about fucking still lifes, and--
And it’s annoying. He’s annoying. And now he’s 15 minutes late.
“Simon?” Miss Possibelf asks in that lilting voice of hers, “do you know where Baz is?”
I shake my head, because why the hell would I know? Why can’t she ask one of his friends? Then it hits me that I’ve never seen him talking to anyone in class except for me. Does this make us friends?
No, of course not. We can’t be friends if we argue all the time. I don’t like Baz. I hate Baz. And the only reason I want to know why he isn’t in class is because I need to make sure he’s not thinking up a way to mess with me.
Miss Possibelf nods and addresses the rest of the class. “Today we’re going to start our final project! I’ve got a collection of postcards on the front table, and you’re each going to pick one and try to paint something inspired by the picture on the front!”
She claps her hands together to signal that we’re supposed to get up. I haven’t even taken two steps towards the table when the classroom door flies open, and Baz stumbles in.
I stand up quickly, and the whole class turns to look at us. I can feel them waiting for one of us to say something. I want to, I really do. I want to be the one who gets the first word in, but when I see the look on Baz’s face my words leave me. (Not that they’re there that often.) (Except when Baz is around.)
“Sit down, Snow,” he says tiredly, “I’m not the queen.”
I frown, but do what he says. He joins me at the table, looking like he’d rather be in bed than here with me. I want to know what’s wrong. Wait, do I? No. I don’t care. I don’t care about Baz; I just want to get this project done. I don’t have time to worry about Baz.
Except...except Baz doesn’t know what we’re doing today.
“We’re supposed to paint postcards,” I say, and he looks up at me. “Do you want me to get you one?” I don’t know why I’m being nice to him, but he nods and I go to pick ours out.
There are only two postcards left, and they’re both from the Grand Canyon. I pick them up, selecting the one with the simpler illustration for myself.
As I walk back to our table, I stare at Baz and notice just how terrible he looks. Not unattractive, Baz could never be unattractive, but he looks completely exhausted, slumped over on his stool like there’s a heavy weight on his shoulders. I want to shake him until he tells me where he was and why he looks like that. I want him to talk to me, to at least look at me.
I get my wish when I hand him the postcard and our fingers brush. His gaze meets mine, and he’s blushing. Only Baz could look handsome when he’s blushing. I scowl, and he looks confused.
“Here,” I say, “It’s all that was left.”
Baz looks shocked for a moment, and then his blank look returns. “Thank you,” he murmurs and turns his attention to the assignment.
I find myself actually wanting to talk to him, but he looks like he’s concentrating really hard,--if the way he’s staring intently at the postcard is anything it go by,--and I don’t want to interrupt him.
I take one last look at the beginning of his painting, and then begin my own.
Baz
I’m packing up to leave class, when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around and Snow is standing there, looking expectant.
“Do you want to go out for coffee?” he asks, and I’m certain I’ve misheard him.
“Sorry?”
“Do you want to go out for coffee? With me? Now?”
What the fuck is going on? “Why?” I ask, suspicious.
He shrugs. (He’s always fucking shrugging.)
I consider his offer and decide that I have nothing better to do. “Sure, Snow,” I say. “Let’s go out for coffee.”
* * *
The walk to the Starbucks around the corner is silent, but not unpleasant. The line isn’t too long either; we’ve chosen a good time to come here.
“A pumpkin mocha breve,” I tell the girl at the counter, and Snow makes a face. “What?” I snap at him, and he just wrinkles his nose.
“I didn’t figure you as the type of person who ordered drinks like that.”
“And what kind of drink should I be ordering then?”
He cocks his head. “I don’t know, I’ve always sort of imagined you sitting around drinking those tiny cups of expresso.”
“Espresso,” I correct, and he looks confused.
“That’s what I said.”
“No, you said, EX-presso, but it’s pronounced ES-presso.”
Snow frowns, and I start to regret saying anything, so I change the subject. “Spend a lot of time thinking about my sitting around drinking coffee?”
“N--No, of course not!” he stammers, blushing all the way to the tips of his ears. Interesting.
Simon
It pisses me off a bit when Baz called me out for the expresso/espresso thing. I know he meant well, and it probably didn’t seem like a big deal to him, but he’s the only person--except for Penny--that I feel comfortable talking in front of. I don’t want him to ruin it by correcting everything I say.
I’ve managed to keep my stuttering under control, but I’m worried he’ll lose his patience and get annoyed when my words get stuck.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
“How do you know I’m thinking about something?”
“You get this look on your face when you’ve got something on your mind. It makes you look a bit constipated.”
I’m too surprised to be upset by his comment, and laugh. He joins in and we’re both snickering in the corner of the shop. People are starting to stare at us now, but I can’t be bothered to care. Baz has that effect on me. He always seems so confident and in control, and I’m dead jealous of that. I wish I could command the attention of a room the way he can, but at the same time I’m not sure if I’d actually want to attention of a room full of people.
Maybe I just enjoy the way being around him makes me feel. Like I could be confident like that; like I could remain unruffled in stressful situations.
Maybe I just enjoy being around him.
I think I might even like it more than fighting with him.
Baz
We find seats, and Snow makes himself comfortable. I curl my lip as I watch him scoop the entire pat of butter out of the little plastic container and plop it on his scone. It melts only slightly before he replaces the stop and takes a huge bite, moaning indecently as he chews. I can’t stop myself from rolling my eyes, and he stops mid-chew.
“Whu?” he says around a mouthful of scone, crumbs flying from his mouth and onto the table. I wrinkle my nose at them, and he quickly finishes his bite and tries again. “What?”
“You have truly terrible table manners, has anyone ever told you that?”
“Nope,” he grins, taking another huge mouthful, making exaggerated chewing noises that I really shouldn’t find adorable, but I do and it’s maddening.
He’s maddening. And I’m mad about him. Oh, fuck. Fucking fuck.
I’m falling for Simon Snow, and I can’t do anything to stop it.
* * * Simon
Baz is hanging around the front of the building when I arrive, and I swear he almost smiles as I fall into step next to him. We enter the classroom together, and everyone’s head pivots toward us.
If I’m honest, I’d almost forgot there were other students. All of my attention is usually focused on Baz, and it occurred to me that we’ve had an audience for our fights. An audience who seems surprised to see us walking calmly together to our table, and sitting down without a single insult exchanged.
I wonder if this is our new normal and I find that I wouldn’t mind that at all.
Turns out Ebb does know Baz; all I had to do was be nice to him, and he went from vampire to bunny rabbit almost instantly. I quite like the change, even if it has stirred up some confusing feelings in the pit of my stomach. I managed to shove them away--as I do with any sort of complicated thought--and focus on today’s task.
I glance over at Baz’s paper, and see him painting a bloody brilliant sunset. Red, gold, and pink streak the sky over the canyon, and my breath catches.
“Shit, Baz,” I whisper, “it’s like you’ve really seen it.”
“I have,” he says simply, “when I was young. My family went on holiday to the States often. Well, we did, until--” he cuts himself off and busies himself with his painting once more.
I shouldn’t press, but we’re friends now. Isn’t that what friends do?
“Until what?”
He glares at me, and I’m worried for a moment until it starts to soften. Then he just looks like he’s in pain.
“We stopped going after my mother died. The last happy memory I have of her is watching the sunset over the canyon. She was holding my hand--I still remember how her hands felt. They were always rough, but that was comforting to me. We watched the sun set on our last day of that holiday.”
“What happened next?” I ask, half-afraid of the answer.
He bites his lip, and I reach out to touch his arm; he lets me. “Less than a week after we returned home, she was hit and killed by a drunk driver. I was in the backseat. I was only five.”
I inhale sharply, and grip his arm harder. He doesn’t flinch away and almost leans into the touch.
We sit like that for a few minutes, and then go back to our respective paintings. Neither of us speak for the rest of the class, but this feels nothing like those other times.
Everything is different now.
* * *
Baz
The next four weeks are a blur of therapy sessions, art classes, and coffee dates; Snow waits by the door after every class, waiting to walk with me to Starbucks.
It’s an easy routine, and I find myself enjoying it far more than I probably should. When Snow asks me to the cinema one day after class, I almost feel excited before I realize he means as friends. I should turn him down, but I’m a masochist apparently.
After the time at the cinema, we start going more places together, and at times the lines of our friendship seem like they’re beginning to blur, but I’m too afraid of losing Snow to try and test them. I’m certain he’ll never return my feelings, and I would rather have him as my friend than go back to being enemies.
Ebb isn’t as easy to convince, and she spends nearly the entire hour needling me about how I should “take risks for the sake of my own happiness.” I just sneer at her, even though deep down her suggestion is every fantasy of mine coming true.
If I’m honest, I’m also unsure about the future of our current level of friendship. Our next class is the last one, and neither of us have brought up what will happen after it ends.
* * *
Simon
The days until our final class seem to go by too fast, and I know it’s because I don’t want it to be over. Without this class, what reason will Baz and I have to see each other?
Okay, so maybe we’ve hung out on other days once or twice, but there’s no way that means anything.
Baz
The final class is over too fast, and Simon is walking towards the door. I watch his retreating figure, and then decide I’m not ready to say goodbye to Simon.
“Snow,” I call out. He turns around, looking quizzical.
“Come back to mine?” I ask, hoping I don’t sound as nervous as I feel. He nods, and I feel myself smile.
Maybe Ebb was right. Maybe my own happiness does matter.
Our hands bump casually, as we walk side by side to my flat, and I feel the tell-tale sign of butterflies in my stomach. I feel like a damn teenager right now, inviting their crush over for the first time.
I suppose I am. 
* * *
We’re standing in the kitchen with our drinks. I keep telling myself to invite him into the lounge, but that feels far too personal. (Which is insane; but, then again, Snow makes me a bit insane.) (Even when he’s not being an idiot.)
Our finished paintings are leaning against my kitchen cabinets and, even though they’re completely different, they somehow manage to match.
I realize I’ve been staring at the paintings for too long, so I take a sip of my drink to try and dispel how awkward I must seem. Snow is looking at me with a curious expression, and it’s making me feel warm all over. Or maybe that’s just the vodka. Either way, something feels different, like tonight we might actually cross the line from friends to…
To something more.
I shake my head to clear those thoughts. I’ve only recently stopped Simon from hating me, I can’t run him off by both admitting I’m queer, and that I’m quite possibly in love with him. (I especially can’t tell him that I wanked to the thought of him the other night.) (That guilt is going to eat me alive.)
Simon
Baz looks miserable and I hate it. I’m not even the direct cause of it (at least, I don’t think), yet I still feel as horrible as if I was.
I reach out and touch his cheek, and he lifts his head to look at me, “Simon--,” he whispers, “Simon, I--”
And that’s when I kiss him.
* * *
I kissed Baz last night.
Christ, I kissed Baz.
Baz, who I’m holding while he sleeps.
Baz, who I’m holding while he sleeps when I’m naked except for a sheet.
Baz, who I’m still holding.
Baz, who I don’t want to stop holding.
Baz, who shifts in my arms, cracking one eye open and smiling softly. At least he was, until he seems to register it’s me looking down at him and his face slips into a scowl. “Why did you kiss me last night?” he asks. in a way that demands an immediate answer.
My face falls and I bite back a groan of frustration. “Fuck, Baz. Because I wanted to!”
He looks at me suspiciously. “I don’t believe you.”
“I did!” I insist, but he still doesn’t look convinced.
“We didn’t--we didn’t do anything else, did we?”
I shake my head, and I swear he looks relieved.
“What does this mean for us?” I ask.
He looks away, pointedly ignoring my question, “Are you hungry?”
“Don’t try and change the subject,” I growl, but my stomach chooses that moment to betray me, rumbling loudly and reminding me that I haven’t eaten anything since lunch yesterday.
“I’ll make you breakfast,” he says, like he continuing to avoid the subject.
I don’t want to let it go, but my stomach rumbles again and the need for food wins out over my curiosity for now. We pull on our pants, and I follow him down the loft steps and into his tiny kitchen.
He opens the fridge and sticks his head inside. “I only have eggs.”
“Eggs sound good,” I assure him, and he cracks a tiny smile as he takes the carton out.
I lean against the counter and watch Baz prepare our meal. His brow is furrowed in concentration, and I want to reach out and smooth it down with my thumb. His hair is tousled, and I like that look on him. I feel warm thinking about the fact that he’s letting me seem him like this, and it gets harder to resist the urge to touch him. So I don’t.
I gently move him away from the hob, turning him until he’s facing me, and then leaning in for a kiss. He turns his head, and I frown.
“What’s wrong?”
“Why are you still here?”
“Because you offered me breakfast.”
He rolls his eyes. “I mean, why didn’t you leave last night? After you...after you kissed me?”
“Why would I have left?”
“Because you regretted it.”
“What makes you think I regretted it?”
“Because!” he cries, “you’re you! You don’t want to be with someone like me, you’re never going to wake me up in the morning and call me ‘darling’! You don’t want this.”
The eggs start to smell like they’re burning, and Baz moves quickly to turn of the gas and move the pan.
I wait until he’s finished. “But I do.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do,” I say, seriously, “I do. I want this. I want all of this, if you’ll let me. I want to be with you Baz, really, I do. So, tell me how I can prove it to you.”
He shrugs, and I let out an exasperated sigh. “Christ, Baz! I didn’t have some sort of ulterior motive. We don’t even hate each other anymore! It’s been ages since we even fought.”
“It’s been less than four weeks,” he reminds me.
“Is that not enough?”
Baz picks up a spatula and pokes at the overcooked eggs.
“One kiss and you think the world’s gone upside down.”
“Two kisses,” I say. And I take him by the back of the neck.
* * *
The next two weeks fly by. Baz turns out to be more romantic than I’d expected. He’s always taking me new places and buying me presents that I pretend to be embarrassed about, but secretly love.
Everything is going perfectly, and I finally feel like I know what it means to be happy. Until one Tuesday afternoon, when Penny takes my hand and tells me that Micah asked her to marry him, and that she’s moving out at the end of the month.
And then my world starts to crumble.
* * *
Baz
I’m slumped over my kitchen table, clutching a glass miserably. My job has become increasingly shit as of late, and I’m upset because I’m actually considering leaving it and giving in to my father’s wishes.
My mobile vibrates, and I jump. The display says it’s my father, and I wonder if I jinxed myself by thinking about him. I take a deep breath and hit answer.
“Hello, Father.”
“Basilton,” he says, “how are you?”
He wants something. He never bothers with pleasantries unless he wants something. “Fine,” I say as politely as I can, “and you?”
“Good,” he replies, “good, business has been good. We just closed that deal we’ve been working on for months, and I’m taking your mother and siblings out for dinner to celebrate. I was wondering if you’d like to join us.”
I close my eyes and rake a hand down my face. It’s been ages since I’ve seen Daphne and my siblings, and an evening out with them sounds lovely. But I know my father; there’s a catch.
“What do I have to do?” I ask.
“Nothing at all, son,” he says, and I want to believe him. I want to believe that my father actually wants to spend time with me. I want to believe so badly that I say yes.
“Good, good, excellent,” he clears his throat, “we’ll see you this Friday evening.”
“I’ll be there,” I say and hang up.
As soon as I do, my stomach drops. I’d completely forgot about my date with Simon. I can’t call back and cancel, not without explaining to my father why I couldn’t go. I really do want to see my family; I miss them. It gets lonely living on my own, even with Snow over as often as he is.
I find myself looking forward to this dinner.
* * *
Simon
My day couldn’t be worse. I knew that I would eventually lose this job too; I don’t know why I’m even surprised.
Fuck, I want to see Baz. I want to see him and not have to think about my problems, but then I remember he’s got that family dinner today.
I know that Penelope’s home; her shoes are in a pile by the door, and I kick mine off in the same direction before fully entering the flat.
There’s a strange man in the lounge with Penelope, and I get nervous. Strange people randomly showing up in my home is something that still sets me on edge years later. Even though I know this person isn’t here to take me away to a new home, I can’t stop the anxiety that bubbles up at seeing him.
“Hello,” I say, as politely as possible, as I set my bag next to the door.
The man nods his own greeting, and Penelope widens her eyes, as if asking “who is this?” I try to shrug as discreetly as possible, and he clears his throat.
“Right, yes, I should probably introduce myself. I’m Oliver Jones, and I’m here on behalf of your grandmother.”
“I don’t have a grandmother,” I say, without hesitation. “You have the wrong person.”
“Is your name Simon Salisbury?”
I shake my head. “Simon Snow.”
“Simon Snow Salisbury?” he asks, and it looks like he’s reading it off a paper.
“You have the wrong person,” I say again, but he doesn’t budge. Penelope intervenes just in time, and I don’t break his glasses.
Fuck, what am I going to do without her here?
* * *
It turns out that Oliver Jones was legitimate, and I really am Simon Salisbury. It’d taken a lot of persuading and official documents to convince both Penelope and I that this guy was serious.  Now I’m just here trying to work out the fact that I had a grandmother out there, and that said grandmother decided to leave me a decent amount of money. (Okay, a lot. It’s a lot of money.) (And that’s overwhelming.)
I sit down and start to read the letter he passed on to me:
Dearest Simon,
You don’t know me, and I’m so sorry for that. I tried to find you, searched for you ever since you were born, but I could never track you down.
If you’re reading this letter, it means my lawyers have managed to finally track you down. If you’re reading this letter, it also means I’ve passed on. I’m so sorry I’ve never got to meet you when I was alive. I’m so sorry for a lot of things.
I’m sorry about what happened to your mother. Lucy. Lucy, my rosebud girl. The light of my life.
I’ll never know what she saw in your father, only that whatever he got her involved in led to her downfall.
Lucy went traveling after university, which is where she met Davy--your father. I didn’t hear from her for years after that, until I got a call from a hospital that I needed to identify a body.
You don’t want to hear any more details about that, and I don’t want to share any.
She’d arranged for you to be taken into care while she was still pregnant, and by the time I’d received any information, I’d already lost you in the system.
I’m so sorry you never got to meet her, but maybe I can pass on her memory through this letter.
Enclosed are pictures of her, and I’ve arranged to have more of my things sent to you. You don’t have to accept anything, of course, but there are quite a few photo albums and memory books that you might find interesting. Yours always, Evelyn Salisbury
I turn the envelope upside-down, and three photographs fall out. I pick them up. The first one is a picture of Lucy at what looks like 15 or 16, standing in front of the Grand Canyon.
It looks exactly like it did on the postcard: vast, and imposing, and mysterious. Like it’s hiding secrets.
Or memories.
Looking at Lucy in the photo is like looking at myself, only with longer hair. We have the same nose, same smattering of freckles across our faces. Her shoulders are broad and her smile is sure, and it hits me that I’ll never know her.
It’s been ages since I’ve cried for my mother, and somehow it’s worse now that she has a name and a face.I don’t know how long I lay there; only that the sky’s gone dark, and I’ve managed to curl into a ball facing my wall.
I want…
I don’t know what I want.
I just know it’s not here.
* * *
Baz
When I enter the dining area of the restaurant, I don’t see Daphne, or Mordelia, or my other siblings. Instead, my father is joined by a man I recognize as one of his business partners, and a pretty dark haired girl, who is smiling in my direction.
“Basilton, this is Keris,” he says, and it hits me that I’ve been tricked. He didn’t really want to make amends, this was all a scheme of his to finally marry me off to some daughter of one of his business partners and bury the queer thing under the rug as some sort of youthful folly.
“I can’t--” is all I manage to choke out, fingers gripping the back of the chair I refuse to sit down on. I’m too mad to continue, and he just keeps fucking sitting there, like he didn’t lie to get me here, like this isn’t a huge bloody betrayal; like he’s actually being a decent human being.
“Aren’t you going to join us?” he asks, and I can’t believe him.
“No, father, I’m afraid not,” I say harshly, and Keris frowns. I feel a pang of regret, because she’s probably a lovely girl. I don’t mean to hurt her, but I can’t do this. My father has gone too far this time.
I can’t make out my father’s response over the sound of blood rushing in my ears. I turn and storm out of the restaurant, vowing never to fall for his tricks again.
* * *
I’m shaking by the time I arrive at my flat, and I practically run inside and into my room, shoving essentials into a carry on: my laptop, a few changes of clothes, and whatever else you’re supposed to take with you on a spur of the moment trip across the Atlantic.
I hear the honk of the uber I’d made wait outside, and I grab my bags, rushing out the door. At the last minute I pause, and almost leave my father’s card behind, but then decide it’ll come in handy for this.
Mind made up and jaw set, I exit my flat without looking back. (Except to lock the door. I’m not an idiot.)
I don’t even know what “this” is, exactly. I just know I need to get to the last place I felt a connection to my mother, because I need to talk to her. I need to know if she’d really want me to be the person my father expects me to become.
I need to know. I need answers. I need answers now, and the only way to get them is to see the sun setting on the canyon.
She’ll be there, I know it. I’ll feel her there and then everything will fall into place, and I’ll know what I’m supposed to do. I just need to...I need to...I don’t know what I need to do.
I’ll figure everything else out once I get to the canyon; to my mother.
I just need to get there first.
And I need to take Snow with me.
* * *
I’m still breathing heavily when the uber pulls up to Snow’s flat. I throw a few notes to the driver as I launch myself out of the car and up the front steps. I’m so fucking nervous I could vomit. I need to see him.
I jab at the buzzer and listen for the familiar sound of his footsteps thundering down the stairs.
Snow opens the door and looks surprised. “Baz? I thought you were at dinner.”
“I left early.” I say, trying my best not to sound as winded as I feel.
“What? Why?”
“Because we’re going to the States.”
“What? Why?” Snow repeats, stupidly.
“Because that’s where the Grand Canyon is. Keep up, Snow!”
“Why are we going there?”
Christ, he’s slow tonight. “Because I have to talk to my mother.”
Bunce chooses that moment to walk through the door, and Simon chooses that moment to blurt out our entire plan to her.
She stares me down, “You’re an idiot.”
“Fuck off, Bunce.”
“No, you really are! How do you suppose you’re going to get in? Have you filled out any of the paperwork? Simon doesn’t even have a passport!”
Shit. I don’t want to admit that she’s right, that I completely forgot all of this.
So much for spontaneity.
* * *
It takes us nearly a week to prep for our trip; eventually Snow receives his passport, the proper paperwork is filed, and we’re completely packed and ready for our not so spur-of-the-moment journey.
I’d thought waiting would lessen my urge, but it only made it stronger, the task more necessary.
My stomach starts to flutter as we load our bags into the back of the uber, and Snow grabs my hand. He does a good job of calming me down, something he’s had to do quite a bit these past few days.
Snow seems less anxious these days. I don’t bring it up for fear that being self-aware will reverse his progress, but it’s nice to see.
I let him sit in the front so he doesn’t get carsick, and the driver smoothly pulls away from the curb to take us to the airport.
And my mother.
* * *
After dealing with the long security line--and making sure Snow has plenty of snacks for the flight--we’re on the aeroplane.
The flight is long and, unlike Snow, I’m not able to sleep. (Truthfully, he’s so doped up on motion sickness meds that I’m a bit worried I might not be able to get him off the plane.)
Eventually, we start to descend, and the pilot comes over the loudspeaker and urges us to look out our windows to catch our first glimpse of the Grand Canyon.
I squeeze my eyes shut; I refuse to let my moment of clarity be spoiled.
The plane hits some turbulence, and the jolt wakes Snow up.
“It’s about time,” I pretend to growl, and he just blinks sleepily at me before closing his eyes once more.
(I do end up having to nearly drag him up and off the plan.)
By the time we deal with customs and baggage claim, and catching our charter plane to the airport closest to the canyon, it’s the middle of the night, and we’re both fucking exhausted.
Checking into the motel proved to be awkward. The receptionist asked if twin beds were okay, and fucking Snow opened his mouth to correct her. I kicked his ankle just in time, and he slammed his jaw shut.
I’m making it up to him now, though. We’ve pushed the two beds together, and I’m holding him by the shoulders, walking him backwards to the edge of the bed. When his shins bump the frame, I kiss him.
He doesn’t move his lips at first, but then he grabs the front of my jumper, pulling me into him until we’re crashing together, and the force of my body colliding with his knocks him backwards. His head thunks on the hard mattress, but I don’t think he’s noticed because he hasn’t stopped kissing me, his tongue licking at the inside of my mouth and his hands still gripping the fabric of my jumper.
We don’t get much sleep that night.
* * *
Baz
The walk from the bus to the spot I remember takes longer than I expected, and we’re both slightly out of breath when we arrive.
I close my eyes and allow Simon to guide me as close to the edge as we’re allowed.
“You can open your eyes now,” Simon whispers and my stomach swoops. I’ve been waiting for this moment for what seems like ages, and the anticipation feels like butterflies. I’m almost scared to look, but then I do and…
It’s a canyon.
It’s a very pretty canyon, but it’s just a canyon. All at once, the avalanche of disappointment threatens to bury me alive. I don’t realize I’m falling until I feel Simon’s arms encircling me. He gently sets me down on the rocks and comes to sit beside me.
Anyone else would press me to talk about it, but anyone else isn’t Simon. Instead, he takes my hand in his and squeezes it gently. I rest my head on his shoulder and allow the tears to flow freely.
The sleeve of his t-shirt is soaked with tears and snot, but he doesn’t seem to notice (or care) and he pulls me up and wraps me in a hug. He still hasn’t said anything, and I’m glad about it. I’m not ready to talk about it; not yet. Maybe not ever.
This trip was supposed to give me answers. It was supposed to make everything make sense. It was supposed to fix--
It was supposed to fix everything that was broken.
But it’s just a fucking canyon.
Simon
I don’t know how long I hold Baz; I’ve got one hand under his knees and one hand stroking the back of his neck, playing with the hairs at his nape. His breathing has long since evened out, and I’d think he was asleep if it wasn’t for the fact that his eyes were wide open. He’s staring at nothing, and it’s a little disconcerting, but I know better than to say anything. So I just keep on holding him.
I’m thinking about my mother, about her dreams. The way my grandmother put it, she didn’t seem to think Lucy ever got to travel like she’d always dreamed. She’d only ever gone as far as the Grand Canyon, the same place I am in right now.
I make a decision.
“What if we don’t go back?”
“Excuse you?”
Of course he’s going to pretend like he didn’t hear me, “I said, what if we don’t go back?”
“To the motel?”
“To London.”
He makes a strangled noise then, and I wonder if maybe I should have waited to bring this up. But it’s out there, and I can’t take it back, so I push on.
“What’s keeping us in London, Baz? I mean really?”
Baz
I open my mouth to tell him, but then I realize…
He’s right.
Nothing. We have no reason to go back. We don’t have to go back.
Christ, we don’t have to go back.
This thought makes me giddy, and I shiver.
Simon’s forehead wrinkles, “are you cold?”
I shake my head, and then I’m laughing. I’m laughing, and I can’t stop. Snow looks at me funny before he joins in; and then we’re both laughing--great big juvenile snorty laughs--while lying on the dusty ground.
We must look strange two grown men tangled together on the ground, faces red and puffy, laughing our arses off. I’m too far gone to be embarrassed by anything right now,
I’m ready. I don’t know for what, exactly. I just know I want it, and I can’t find it back in London. London isn’t my home anymore, I decide, and then find that I’m more than okay with that.
I bury my face in Snow’s neck, and breath deeply. He always smells good, like something sweet and brown. It’s comforting, and I’m tempted to try and convince him to stay the rest of the night here. Screw the lumpy motel beds; I’m more than comfortable here.
I’m about to voice my idea when Snow jostles my shoulder.
“You ready to head back?”
I’m nodding before I realize what I’m doing. Of course I’m ready. I’m ready for anything Snow suggests.
He stands and the last remnants of daylight catch his bronze curls. It’s beautiful. He’s beautiful. This canyon is beautiful, and I’m so fucking happy in this moment.
Simon
Baz lets me haul him up until he’s standing, and he sags against me a bit. I let him. It’s a long walk back to the bus station, but I don’t mind. Baz is a reassuring weight against my side, and the two of us slowly make our way down the path.
We don’t look back.
* * *
Baz
“I’m glad I listened to Ebb when she told me to go to that class,” Simon muses randomly once the building is in view. “I never would have come here on my own.”
I plant my feet, and he lets go of me. “Your therapist’s name is Ebb?”
He looks defensive. “Yes, what’s wrong with that? It’s a nice name!”
I stand fully and snort, because this is too hilarious. “Oh my god. Snow! I think we see the same therapist!”
He drops his water bottle, and it rolls away into the bush. “No way!”
I nod and walk over to the retrieve his water bottle, cursing as my hand nearly brushes a cacti. Bloody America, I swear everything is out to hurt people, even the plants.
“Does your therapist have that couch in her office? The ugly red one?”
Snow gasps, “You’re the one who keeps threatening to set her afghans on fire!” And then, almost instantly, his face falls. “I thought you were a sign from the universe,” he says quietly, sounding resigned.
I scoff, “Oh, grow up. You seriously believe in destiny?”
He looks sheepish, and I’m torn between wanting to kiss him and wanting to ridicule him.
So I do both.
Snow inhales sharply as I grab him by the collar and haul his mouth up to mine, crashing our lips together. It’s not a good kiss; our teeth clack together and Snow is almost slobbering, but I don’t let go, and he doesn’t stop.
He looks dazed when I finally pull away and start in on him.
“Fine, then,” I say, letting go of his shirt and crossing my arms, “we were destined to see the same therapist, who decided to send us both to the same class where we somehow managed to become enemies--which was completely ridiculous, by the way,--and now we’re across the fucking Atlantic, because you were daft enough to go along with my fucked up plan to talk to my dead mother through a canyon.”
I swear he cracks a smile at that, and I have to bite back a giggle. “If you want to believe this is destiny,” I continue, “then go right ahead.”
“Okay,” he says.
“Okay?”
“Okay,” he confirms, “I still want to believe this is destiny.”
I stare at him. “Why?”
“Because the other option is that Ebb was playing matchmaker and it’s too weird to think about,” he answers, with a little shudder.
This time I really do giggle as I pull him in for another kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck, and revelling in the feeling of our lips sliding together.
Simon pulls his head back and smirks, making me reach for him. I do. And then I do it again.
I’d cross every line for him. I’m in love with him.
And he likes this better than fighting.
* * * We were too busy kissing by the canyon to catch our bus, so we’d had to wait over an hour for the next one.
I’d looked up used car dealerships while he was using the bathroom, figuring it was cheaper and more practical than renting.
I’m planning to surprise him with the news when we get back to the motel. And I hope he’ll say yes. (He’d better, considering this was his bloody idea.)
Snow leans his head on my arm, whispering, “I’m glad we came here,” almost too quietly to hear, like he doesn’t really want me to. I pretend I don’t, but when I reach for his hand he takes it and kisses my knuckles one at time.
I start to pull it back, but he holds fast and I relent. He presses one last kiss to the back of my hand and places our intertwined fingers on the middle of the seat.
We stay like that for the remainder of the ride.
* * *
Simon
Ebb’s office still looks the same, despite being a grainy picture on my laptop screen, and it hits me that it’s the only thing that is. It will be nice to have something familiar when we’re on the road, though. We’re lucky Ebb agreed to keep seeing us over Skype, both separately and together.
We’re just finishing up a conversation when Baz elbows me in the ribs and moves away too quickly for me to retaliate.
“Do you want a slice of pie for the road?” he asks, and I suspect he might be joking, but I nod anyway. Baz rolls his eyes, but still stands up and makes his way to the front.
“Lemon this time, please!” I call, and he shoots me two fingers. I laugh, and Ebb must’ve seen too, because she joins in.
“How’ve you been, Simon?” Ebb asks, once we’re calm again.
I’m about to answer her, when I glance at Baz at the counter. I feel like I’m intruding on a private moment when I see him fishing around in his wallet; once the waitress has her back turned, Baz slips a $20 bill in the nearly empty tip jar. He looks around furtively and then does it again. He’s left $40 dollars, and I feel my heart swell a bit.
He nervously shift from foot to foot, and when the waitress hands him the container of pie and his change, he drops it straight into the jar. I watch as she notices the two bills in there and her eyes widen a bit. Baz may have his back to me, but I know he’s blushing.
He hates when he gets caught being decent.
The girl is asking him a question now. He waves his hand, but she still brings out another slice of pie, which I hope Baz won’t turn away. (He doesn’t.)
I look away quickly when he turns around and let him kiss me on the cheek when he sits back down. (I think he does it out of habit now.)
“She gave me two slices of pie for some reason,” he grumbles, and I want to laugh. I want to reach out and snog him until neither of us can breathe. I want to take him back to the canyon, show him the place where I realized I was in love.
I want to tell him; tell him what he means to me.
Instead, I turn back to face the screen, where Ebb is waiting patiently for my answer.
“I’m good,” I say, and Baz takes my hand under the table. I let him intertwine our fingers, and he does that thing with his thumb that I like. I squeeze his hand and everything feels like it’s supposed to. It’s all starting to make sense.
“I’m really, really good.”
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