Nicholas Scott
Bio
I write LGBTQ+ fiction
Stories (7/0)
Of Butterflies & Goldfish (a serial)
“What are you doing?” Mia came into the backroom and stood quietly, watching me, hands on her hip. Clearly, she thought something was up. “Working on the order?” I studied the iPad, bringing it closer to my eyes as if it had all the answers. To the trained observer, I might have been avoiding her steady gaze. “You never work on the order,” she pointed out. “Yeah, well, I figured I’d help out. Samantha showed me how to do it. She won’t be in until 11 o’clock.” Samantha hadn’t so much shown me as I’d been bored and was nagging her with inane questions as she did the order. You might as well learn how to do this if you’re not gonna do anything but stand there. “I figured I’d help out.” I shrugged, completely nonchalant. “Uh-huh. Good Samaritan that you are. Are you sure it’s not that you’re just avoiding the counter, so you don’t have to cross paths with Max?” I dropped my shoulders and rolled my eyes. My go-to defense mechanism. As if. “Why would I be avoiding Max?” “Oh, I don’t know. So, you won’t have to turn him down to his face?” “Pffft,” I scoffed. “What makes you think I’m gonna turn him down?” “Because I know you. And you’ve been avoiding me. Which means you don’t want my opinion. Which means, you don’t want me to tell you to man up and grow some balls and quit being a chicken shit.” “Well, as much as I love hearing that from my best friend…” I added two extra bags of espresso beans to the Tuesday order. We still had a week before fall semester started at Fairweather Community College but last semester we ran out. Nothing worse than a bunch of freshmen needing to wake up for their 8 am class. “That’s not what I’m doing.” “Okay.” Mia nodded. Not that she was believing my little act. “So, if he asks for you…” “I’m not avoiding anything. I’m helping Samantha out.” “Whatever. She doesn’t need your help to do the order.” She put a finger on the top of the iPad and pulled it down so she could see what was on the screen. “Hmmm. I was expecting to see twink on twink action or something.”
By Nicholas Scott11 months ago in Fiction
Of Butterflies & Goldfish (a serial)
“Simon, what have you got to lose? I know you like him.” Mia Hunter, my best friend since third grade, leaned back in her seat, gnawing on a green Starbucks straw. She studied me, possibly trying to understand the workings of my brain. You’d think, by now, she’d know. I felt like a scarab beetle pinned to a cork board.
By Nicholas Scott11 months ago in Fiction