Its Not Fine Novels & Stories

Fix whatever was wrong. "I'm fine. Better than fine. It's just. I met someone. A girl. Her name is Sarah. She's in my engineering program. And I think. I think I'm in love with her.”

Minus asked. “Nothin’. Not a goddamned thing I can do about it. It’s aggressive and it’s having a fucking party all over my insides. Besides, it’s not like the club has a health plan to pay for treatment. Hell, before we started getting’ patched up by Doc Eldie, I hadn’t seen a doctor since I was a kid. Probably why I’m in the state I am now. She was the one that spotted somethin’ was wrong with me in the first place, but by then it was too late.” “Then why the fuck are you telling us?” I asked.

This pizza tastes edible and resembles food. "Why are you guys so hungry?" Brittany asks, emerging from her bed. "I'm on my period," I say, which is the truth. "I forgot to eat today, " Steph croaks. Here we are, the three musketeers, and I am slipping away from Brittany. I don't care about her relationship with Kyle crumbling. Now she'll know what it's like to be ditched at sleepovers. It serves her right. I wish I could fall through with my internal empty threats. She deserves to be ignored for all the times she has ignored me. For two best friends, we suck at this relationship thing. Maybe Stephanie being back can fix whatever this is. Aiden texts me.

“Just messing with you. But he did say you don’t do guys.” A slight irritation pricked at me. “Well, he meant he isn’t my type,” I corrected, annoyance rising in my chest. “Yeah, he mentioned that too. And you’re definitely not his type,” she replied, her eyes briefly scanning my outfit. “No offense.” She raised her hands defensively. “None taken.” “Classmates?” She extended her hand toward me.

They don’t move on immediately. That’s new too. Finn shifts again, more cautiously this time. Testing. Nothing happens. He lets out a quiet breath. “…I hate that,” he mutters. Liam glances at him. “Yeah.” “Like—it’s fine, and then it’s not, and then it’s fine again.” Jake nods slightly. “Yeah.” Alex tilts his head. “Did anything trigger it?” Finn shakes his head. “No.” Then, after a second—

Something has to be wrong. A small, quiet feeling settled in my chest. Not sharp. Not heavy. Just… there. Something wasn’t right. I leaned back against the headboard with my phone still in my hand. Me: You don’t sound fine. I had to wait this time as the reply didn’t come immediately. And when it did, it felt weird. B: I said I’m fine. I stared at that longer than I meant to. It didn't feel like he was angry, but there was certainly something else in it.

It was dated three days earlier and the foot read, “Waiting for a fucking tsunami to wash away all this shit.” Jim frowned. Silvia, using fucking? That was odd. Not that she was exactly a Disney princess, but she never cursed on her social posts. Surely she was having some trouble at work, or she’d had a fight with her lover. The second day without any news from her surprised him even more, but he found nothing new on her social networks. By the third day, his mood fluctuated between concerned and annoyed, especially because he’d done his best with his last post, and he was sure she wouldn’t resist the temptation to reply.

"We've already broken up. What are you doing here?" He looked at me with a forced smile. "I've been looking for you for days. Is that the first thing you want to say to me now that we're reunited? Besides, I didn't agree to the breakup. You can't selfishly decide what happens to our relationship, Minerva. We were about to get married, weren't we?" I looked at him icily. "That was just playing house at a pizzeria, not a wedding." Harold laughed in relief when he heard that. "Was that what's been bothering you? You're throwing a tantrum because you're not happy with the wedding! Fine, then. We can prepare for another one.

“Are you fine, girl?” “Yes. No. I mean I’m fine, but I’m not fine without Matt.” Her smile faded away. “He is not fine either. He is a fucking mess.” He said. “Really?” She stood up and ran her fingers through her long dark hair. “Where is he now? And why is his phone switched off?”

“I won’t miss a second.” Good. Later, when the house had quieted and the pack settled into evening routines, a tightening bloomed low in my abdomen. Not sharp. Not alarming. Different. I stilled. Rowan noticed instantly. “What.” “I don’t know,” I said carefully. “It’s not pain. Just pressure.” He didn’t panic. He didn’t rush. He simply covered my hand with his. “Does it come and go.” I waited. It eased. “No,” I said after a moment. “It’s already gone.”