“No, I’m not!”
No one as funny, supportive, smart, and kind as her could be ugly. It was like Roald Dahl said. Sure, he had some realdooziesof ideas in his personal life, but his writing about people who were beautiful on the inside growing more and more lovely as you got to know them was completely true.
“Girl, you totally are. You’ve got thighs that can crush a man’s skull, that soft little tummy thing that’s justinsane,a killer rack, a thick ass, and possibly the thickest, healthiest hair I’ve seen despite you dyeing the shit out of it.”
I blushed. Even though Tweety was completely straight and I was only into men and mascs, I valued her opinion andappreciated her praise. After all, what was female friendship without at least a little bit of hitting on each other?
“I can’t help it that I look good with every hair color I try,” I said in mock defense. I liked changing up my hair, partially because it was fun, and partially because some part of me hoped that somehow, if I found the perfect shade, it would make me alluring enough forsomeoneto overlook my missing pieces.
“Damn right you can’t. And don’t you forget it!” We shared a laugh. It wasn’t belly-shaking or roof-raising, but it didn’t need to be. It was just love and acceptance right when I needed it. “You know, all this makes me wish we could just date humans sometimes. After all, you and I live in their territory, so it’d be mad easy.
“I mean, I know they have their own problems?—”
“Alotof problems,” I interrupted.
“Yeah, fo sho, but like, weirdly enough, they seem less rigid in some things than the paranormal world. Don’t they modify themselves in all sorts of ways? And look at all the things they’ve done so differently abled people can have access to things. Ramps, deaf and blind colleges—they even invented multiple languages for that kind of stuff! When has our society done anything like that for us? We havemagic,and I still can’t even get rudimentary prosthetic wings to stop my spine from curving forward!”
She had a point there. While humans did have a horrible history of killing each other for the silliest things, they also defied the often ruthless nature of life and provided for their weakest, their hurt, their elderly, and their sick. The disabled, the differently abled, and those who just needed a little help.
It wasn’t as prevalent now as it had been before I was born, or at least that was what I was told, but I definitely saw the remnants of that grace all around.
“Fair point. But dating a human? Sounds like one of those cheesy rom-coms that the LifeScry channel plays.”
“Hah, right? Pretty ridiculous.”
We continued to banter as we played, me working on a new iron farm to collect resources while Tweety made a flying course for the digital wings her character had. Before I knew it, my alarm to get ready for bed was going off, and I had to excuse myself. Honestly, I would have loved to stay up and play all night, but I couldn’t let down the six doggos that were relying on me to get them out and to the park on time.
I may have been a disappointment to my family, but I wasn’t about to be one to the pets under my care.
“Think you’ll be able to hop on tomorrow?” Tweety asked as I headed to my base and clicked on my digital bed out of habit.
“Oh yeah, for sure. It’s a lighter day. I have my morning crew, then my afternoon crew and that’s it. Fridays are usually the lightest because people actually have time to spend with their little nuggets.”
“Makes sense, makes sense! It’s a date.”
I couldn’t help it when a little bitterness seeped out. “Yeah, probably the only date I’ll have for a while.” I heard her draw in a breath to counter me, so I quickly moved on. I’d had enough pep talk and mostly wanted to wind down. “See you tomorrow evening!”
“See you!”
I logged off and shut down my computer, going about my regular bedtime ritual in my modest apartment. But when I slid into my satin sheets and under my weighted blanket, I was still wide awake.
So much of the day played itself back multiple times as I turned it this way and that, trying to see if there was some sign or obvious clue I’d missed. But more than anything else, my mind came back to Tweety’s offhanded comment.
All this makes me wish we could just date humans sometimes.
Date a human?
It ping-ponged through my brain, refusing to let me drift off. Finally, I let out a groan of frustration and grabbed my phone from the charger on my nightstand.
A few quick swipes later, I was in the app store. A few swipes after that, I was downloading ahumandating app with the silly name ofByChance.
Once that was done, I didn’t even bother to open it. That could wait until tomorrow. I had satisfied the relentless itch in my brain, and that was enough for now.
Besides, it wasn’t like anything would come of it.
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