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I only hoped it would be enough for him.

“I’m going to grab some grub from the taco truck. You want anything?” Archie asked as I adjusted the plate of cookies at the bakery table.

“No, I’m good,” I said.

Archie nodded. “Your mom said she and your dad would be here around four to relieve us.”

I nodded. I was nervous, still unsure of how my dad would take the news his son had turned a new gay leaf, but I supposed there were harder things to deal with.

Like saying out loud, “I love you, and I want to be your boyfriend.”

Archie sped off, leaving me to man the ship myself.

I still hadn’t seen Mitchell, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t there. Being the most popular photographer in town, I was sure he was snapping more than just my cakes and cookies today.

“Hey, Penn!” Amy’s voice broke my train of thought, and I tensed immediately.

I turned to see her, standing there in a bright pink mini dress, her gold curls bouncing against her shoulders. She looked like the epitome of Elle Woods inLegally Blonde.

She smiled brightly, standing next to a woman who was adorned in a white tank top, jean jacket with an array of pins, and a rainbow belt.

The woman’s dark hair was braided with glitter, her green eyes standing out against all the bright colors. She was beautiful.

“Amy...” I said, feeling my blood freeze.

“Fancy meeting you here,” she said.

I shrugged. “My family’s bakery works this every year,” I said, hoping to dodge any invitations.

“That’s cool. I’ve never been. This is my first Pride, like, in general since...”

I watched as her cheeks blushed, and her friend smiled softly.

The world slowed to a standstill.

“Oh, Jesus, I totally spaced, uh... Molly, this is Penn. My ex-boyfriend,” she said the words sweetly, almost endearingly.

Molly smiled, nodding as she looked me up and down. “I see,” she said.

I never felt so judged in all my life. Seriously.

“Hi,” I said awkwardly.

Amy giggled. “Penn, this is Molly. My girlfriend.”

Girlfriend.

The bubble popped as understanding dawned on me.

Amy reached down, grabbing hergirlfriend’s hand, smiling from ear to ear.

“You’re...”

“Bi,” she said with a smile. “Though, I’m still kind of new to the whole...datinggirls part.”

“Huh,” I said, at a loss for words, blinking furiously.

“That’s why I wanted to talk...” she said softly. “I know we weren’t, like, end game or anything, but I didn’t want you to hear it from someone else. I?—”

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