Page 110 of Head Over Feels
“I’llgo deal with it,”Felixsaid. “Youstay relaxed.”
“Mmmm.Thanks.”
Felix’sbare feet padded away.Ina moment, louder clanks came from the kitchen, then running water.Mariposamade a pitiful sound.Icouldn’t make out whatFelixwas saying to her, but his tone was soothing.Ifucking loved him.
Idozed lightly untilFelixcame back to bed. “Thechicken was stuck to the pan, and she was trying to yank it off with her teeth.Luckilythe pan was cool because she was about to pull it out of the sink.”Heslid under the sheets. “Istuck the pan in the fridge.Ican deal with it tomorrow.”
Ichuckled. “Goodcall.”
Felixcurled into my side, andIgathered him close.Hekissed me on the chest, andIgrunted.
“Ilove you too,” he said.
ON THE ROGUES ALLEY DISCORD SERVER
JamesIsTheNameJuly25, 11:14am
Welcometo our new server!Ican’t wait for y’all to get here.
Samerules as our old server.I’veset up channels forHobbies,PetPics,RecipesandNSFW.Justask if you think of anything else you want.
I’mgoing to pin this invitationFelixasked me to share.Mostof you know our little group was the inspiration for the new queer dating app his friends are working on.It’scalledRoguesGallery. (Felixtold meMalcolmused the term when he was talking about us, lol)
Anyway, the app is for people who have trouble connecting with others on traditional apps because of their hobbies or whatever. (It’snot forBDSM)Theguys who are designing it want to talk to people about their experiences using other apps and what they’d like to see in this one.
Ifyou want your voice heard, go to this website and sign up.Also, feel free to share with anyone you know who’s in the same situation.They’redoing the interviews viaZoomso people don’t have to be local.
[link toroguesgallery.gay]
JamesIsTheNamepinned a message to this channel.July25, 11:16am
FELIX
EPILOGUE
JULY
Ipractically skipped to the car asIleft the apartment complex office after turning in my key.YesterdaySteveandCalhelped me move my bookcases and the remainder of the boxesIwas taking over toMalcolm’s—our—house.Thenmy furniture had gone to eitherSteveorCal’splaces or the thrift store.Malcolm’sfurniture was much newer, not to mention more comfortable, thoughIdidn’t say that toSteveandCal.
Malcolmhad acted a little put out he couldn’t help me, but the stairs made it so difficult for him it wasn’t worth it.I’dalso declined his offer to getFosterorGregand the others to help.Ididn’t havethatmuch stuff.
We’dusedSteve’spickup for the furniture, andMalcolmhad insistedIborrow theBuick, with its huge trunk, to move the boxes yesterday, and again today to transport the vacuum cleaner and cleaning supplies.
SofarMalcolmhadn’t noticed the custom silver “Raquel” name plateI’dadded to theBuick’srear passenger-side quarter panel.I’dhad enthusiastic permission fromRodney, theBuick’sowner.UnlikeMalcolm,Rodneyhad been thrilled with all the attentionCole’sInstagrampost had drawn to the car.
ThismorningI’dspent a couple of hours doing a final cleaning of the apartment.Malcolm’sexpensive vacuum had sucked the glitter out of the carpet in seconds, soI’dprobably get my security deposit back.
AndnowIwas completely, officially moved in withMalcolm.
Itwas a typical swelteringJulyday, butIwas in such a good moodIput theBuick’stop down.AfterIput a towel between the dark brown leather seats and the exposed skin of my legs,IblastedTheGo-Go’son the radio and steered leisurely down the streets, enjoying the stares and waves of the peopleIpassed.
WhenIreached the house, a white van was parked along the curb behind my sedan.Thelogo on the side of the van saidBentOakRemodeling&Construction.
Hadsomething happened to the house?I’donly been gone a few hours.
Iparked theBuickunder the carport and was about to rush inside whenIheard voices from the backyard.
Iopened the gate.Malcolmwas standing next to a burly bald guy wearing a white t-shirt and white pants splashed with gray.Aslimmer man, dressed similarly but with a white ballcap, was smoothing wet concrete into a large square on the ground framed by wooden planks.
