CHAPTER
Last summer
Holy cupcakes, I can’t believe I’m actually about to say this. Xavier loves me. He’s told me so a ton of times before (and I know I still have to write out the whole story of the way we met), but something happened just today that I have to get out first. Mr. Daly told our class last semester that when he was working on his novel, he would sometimes write the chapters out of order. Said it was easier to focus on what he felt inspired to write and then splice the pieces together later. I thought it’d be hard to keep track doing that, but of course I hadn’t started writing my own story yet.
Our story, I should say.
Me and Xavier.
Xavier. Cupcakes, I love that name. I really do. Because it’s not so out there that you look at it and have no idea how to pronounce it or
