Nova’s POV Let me just say that Aldo is so sweet, but Oh, My god! Getting me up after the crappy night sleep I had. I just couldn’t fall asleep. I was so fired up from the darg performance, and worried about Aldo second guessing being with me after that. My mind was running a mile a minute and I just couldn’t fall asleep. The coffee and his sweet peck on my cheek were a very nice thing to get first thing in the morning and the look on his face was amusing. How could he look at me with desire and admiration when I know I wake up a hot mess? I really liked his expression when I came out in the outfit that I am currently wearing. What really floored me though is Mami telling him that he could call her “mom” and making most of my favorite breakfast foods for us before we left. My mom isn’t like that with most people. She usually threatens them or acts jovial, but still reserved, but this was a genuine “welcome to the family” type of move, especially when she left us in the kitchen un

Aldo’s POV Here I am Getting ready to Pick Nova up for another one of my Friday gigs and I gotta say work has gone well this week. Adia is less flirtatious. She still flirts a little here and there, but yesterday she was staring at me with a weird look on her face. Flashback to Yesterday: “What are you looking at me that way for?” I ask puzzled by what that expression could possibly mean. “I’m trying to figure you out. You act offended if I ask if you are gay, you act offended if I assume you are straight. You seem straight, then do something that seems very gay. You won’t tell anyone anything about your significant other. You are a conundrum…a very good looking conundrum, but I just can’t figure you out.” Adia replies with a serious expression. I chuckle, “Girl, there are days that I am still trying to figure me out! I am not offended that you asked if I was gay as much as I was surprised. I am offended that anyone assumes anyone else’s sexuality. As for my sig

Aldo’s POV I plan to do something special with Nova tonight. I have a friend who owns a jewelry making studio and workshop and she hosts couple’s nights every so often. After dinner we will go there. This week it is about charm bracelets and making customized charms. Nova can make themself a charm and I will also make one for them. I could make myself a charm and some people do, but I would rather all of my attention go to Nova. Nova is really special to me. I have never felt so alive and vibrant and inspired as I do with them. For those of you paying attention, no the girl is not an ex-girlfriend or even a old hook-up. It’s my friend Regina, also known as Gina, Chantelle’s older cousin. She always liked making things and her jewelry making class freshman year of college brought out a passion for metal work. She is also a sculptor, but the studio and workshop bring in a more steady stream of income than her sculpting with scrap metals does. Saturday “chores” this week inclu

Aldo's POV After my gig on Sunday I went to my parent’s place and discussed plans for Thursday evening while helping my mother make dinner. My father was working on making a trifle. He has always liked making trifles for Sunday evening desert. I never asked him why but it’s kind of a tradition with him. He loves baking and makes delicious things for many holidays, but every Sunday is some sort of trifle. Dad agreed to make the cake and we discussed possible flavors and decorating ideas. It was agreed that there needs to be purple with either red or fuschia no matter which design idea makes the cut. Sid suggests a red velvet cake with galaxy icing and we both laugh “Because Nova is out of this world!” simultaneously, but I am not sold on that being the best option. I leave the final decision up to my father after giving a few other suggestions. Mom and I go over food ideas. She will make a few things and I have some things that I will get delivered to the house premade. Sid and th

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