Nova is really struggling...
Nova’s POV I couldn’t bring myself to say anything to ALdo last night. I am terrified that as soon as he gets wind of what’s between my legs it’ll be over for us, but my heart hurts at the idea of that happening. ALdo had taken my tears as appreciative of his gesture and they were, but what choked me up the most was my own guilt. I have to tell him that I have a dick. I steel myself to tell him tonight, after his gig, maybe before we get to mariposa or while we are there. That way I am surrounded by other queers and should feel safe, just in case he reacts as poorly as my worst fears. This is why it is dangerous to date anyone when you are nonbinary, you never know what their reaction to your sexual anatomy will be. My classes have been dragging by, maybe it’s the anticipation over tonight. I am in Civics and we just had lunch. Jace is sitting next to me and has asked me, yet again if I am feeling okay. He said I seem queasy and was worried that I barely ate lunch. He offer
Aldo’s POV Nova got really quiet after I gave them my old poems, but they said “I love you!” with such reverence in their voice when I dropped them off that I almost begged Ana to let me spend some time with them. They kissed me sweetly and slowly before pulling away and giving me a sad look as they said goodnight. I really hope that the whole evening was as wonderful for them as I was trying to make it, but something about that ‘goodnight’ irked me. Leaving Nova’s house I saw Adia and the newest part timer, some blond girl that I haven’t really worked with at all and some guy walking and laughing, possibly a bit drunk or high by the way they were wobbling. I didn’t realize she lived over this way. I took off before I had to deal with any uncomfortable flirting. I really hope that I don’t have to deal with her outside of work any time soon, she has got to give it up. I have Nova, I don’t want anyone else. I texted Nova when I got home as always and told them how I wish I
Nova’s POV As my performance ends and I curtsey I hear a loud voice shouting “You go Sister! Girl you are Fabulous!” I see a queen I only remember seeing in the distance once or twice, She is tall and dark skinned, darker than me. She’s a little on the thicc side, but beautiful. “Shut it, Lolli Pops!” the annoyed voice of Ms Bonita le Bons rings out as she steps into view from around the corner. Mr. Alvarez shoots her a glare before speaking “Ms Bonita, I would be careful what you say and to whom. I already have my eye on you. Your routine has grown stale. When was the last time you added a new song or changed up your look? I am also hearing complaints from fellow performers and customers alike about your attitude. You have one month to get yourself a better attitude and a new number with a new look!” He looks around. “Now Ladies, if she will agree to it Miss Nova Fuego is going to be our latest addition. She will start with learning a number that she can perform with M
Aldo’s POV I didn’t go see Candy last Saturday. I haven’t tried calling or texting, I gave Nova a couple days before trying to text. They blocked me and my “Good Morning , Beautiful!” text never went through. I am trying to be patient, trying not to break down, trying to give them some time and space. I really fucked up! I miss their voice, I miss their smell, their taste, their touch…I miss everything about Nova! I am not looking forward to my gig tonight. I nearly broke down during last week’s gig. Besides, today is one of the few shifts that Adia and I have overlapping. The last hour and a half will suck. When we have worked together this week it has been tense, but civil. She looks as miserable as I feel. We barely spoke. “Here’s that grande latte” or “Do we need more cold cups?’ or the occasional “How are we doing for napkins over there?” is all either of us say, until the last few minutes of my shift “Aldo?” her voice sounds weak and she looks to be on the verge o
Nova’s POV “Hey, pequeña mariposa! How are you holding up?” My Uncle Mateo has been calling me almost every day to check in on me these past few weeks. He knows not to bring up Aldo the first few calls after my birthday party he tried and I started to cry and hung up. He gave up trying to tell me that he thinks that I got the wrong impression. I might have, but I am not even ready to fully admit that to myself, let alone to him. “I’m still here and I’m still queer!” I try to sound cheery, but the hint of sadness still slips into my tone. “Honestly, Uncle, it has been weeks and I still feel like shit most days. I put on a good face on stage and I dance my ass off while rehearsing both for ‘Rent’ and for my drag performances. I try to look as okay as I can all the time, but when I am alone and things settle down I just want to cry or scream or something. I don’t know what to do with all this heartache.” “I still can’t believe they are letting you do Rent! Angel and I a
Aldo’s POV I got so drunk last night after failing to get into Mariposa that I swear I saw an angel. It looked just like Nova, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. My Nova would have held me if they didn’t hate me for being an asshole. People have said that Nova still loves me and is hurting too, but trying to hide it. I know my actions hurt them but I don’t deserve them. They are too good for me. I just keep fucking up. Of course the angel coming for me looked like Nova, I always thought it would look like my birth mother if an angel did come for me, but there is no one I want to be with more than Nova. I have tried texting Nova daily but they still have me blocked. Aiden drove me to my Sunday gig and plied me with painkillers and coffee, now I just have to pull myself together to play. I start the set with “Lay Me Down “ by Sam Smith and try to hold it together while feeling utterly broken. Nearly halfway through my 4 hours I see a familiar face. Neville is here wi
Adia’ POV It’s been weeks since Nova spoke to me. Actually, it has been over a month…I never knew they could give me the silent treatment for so long. I keep trying. I bought them flowers, a necklace, a beautiful shirt, and a new bluetooth speaker…I left them notes apologizing. Mami has been trying too, asking Nova to hear me out. I suck as a sister! I hurt them far worse than I ever thought that I could! Today I walk into work, with tears in my eyes as always. I hear an angelic voice singing along with “Someone You Loved” by Lewis Capaldi. Whoever it is has an amazing voice. Then Aldo comes out of the back room carrying a stack of grande cups and I see his mouth as he sings as if he is pouring all his pain into the song. Holy shit! That man can sing! I quietly make my way to the back room hoping not to disturb him. “That grande mocha latte is done, Adia.” Aldo says half an hour later, never realizing that I heard him singing or not caring that I did. “Aldo, I want
Aldo’s POV I had Gina give me an extension chain so that I can wear the charm bracelet until I can get Nova to accept it back. It is theirs. I also asked her to hand cast a butterfly charm and an acoustic guitar charm. I am lucky that Gina has heard me out. I feel like nearly everyone else hates me, even my own sisters are upset with me. I don’t blame them, but I am now determined to try to win Nova back. I still love them with all of my heart and soul. Nova still hasn’t fully forgiven Adia, but there was progress which gives me a glimmer of hope. I know that Friday nights they do rehearsals for the drag shows so for this to work I need Cade to get Nova home early. Cade had Nove do their rehearsals early, they completed the first rehearsal before I was even on stage at the Nightingale Cafe. Then they did the second one. They had their Grand Debut performance to rehearse but also their Dragsgiving performance, which Cade said Nova was preferring to rehearse when no one else