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

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

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

Nova’s POV I wake with a start when a familiar laugh rings through the air and my bed bounces from someone jumping on it and look into a pair of blue gray eyes and mischievous smile with “Oh My God! When did you dye your blond locks, girl!?” Her light blonde hair is now shades of pinks and purples with one little stripe of bright yellow. “Do you kike it? It’s my Barbie hair! As in Psycho Barbie Freak…I thought I’d embrace the nickname that all the bullies called me in Atlanta and poke fun of it a bit. “ She laughs and swishes the strands falling loose from her french braids into a messy bun style. She looks amazing and like a sight for sore eyes. “I love it, but..How?Why?” I blink the sleepiness away “I thought you couldn’t get here until Wednesday evening! How did you pull this off?” “Daddy realized that there are only 2 and half days of school this week and none are really doing anything important and I don’t really have friends at my new school, yet. Sure I ha

Nova’s POV Cassie stared at me for nearly 5 minutes in silence, just staring while I silently cried not sure if either of us should speak or move. Finally Cassie’s phone receiving a message shook her out of it, she replied quickly and put it down after hooking it up to the charger. “Nova! We should bring the roses inside.” she says softly. “It’s apparent that he loves you. I don’t know what you are thinking or feeling, but I am here if you need to talk about it, always.” I sigh “That’s the thing. I know I love him, my body craves his touch, my heart calls out to him, but my mind says ‘what about your cock?’ He’s not gay. I know he likes women and my brain keeps running through all the ‘what ifs’ , all the hurt that could happen if he decides he wants pussy, and I don’t have that, all the thoughts of having a family that we can’t make, He deserves to be happy, not settle for what he can have because of what anatomy I have. What if I can never give him what he really wants