Club Princess

I’ve known him as long as I’ve known myself. We grew up together. Nixon, Beckett and I were inseparable. We started drifting apart when I was about 10, that’s when I was diagnosed with hyperthymesia also known as a photographic memory, I was always hungry for information but after learning just what I was capable of I read everything I could get my hands on, I always thought of every possibility, considered every detail. According to everyone else, I had my head in the clouds. Nix and Beckett were about thirteen at that time, finally becoming more serious about their liking to girls. I had dreaded this day, when I would have to watch him show interest in someone else.

Over the next few years the interest becomes mutual. Between shy looks, touches, the way we speak, how we feel about each other becomes common knowledge to the people around us. But no matter how much we flirt neither of us will cross that line and risk losing what we have for what could be. The future's not guaranteed after all.

I have loved Nixon as long as I’ve known him.