Tell Me It's Real (At First Sight, #1)

by T.J. Klune

If you have ever been told that you’re not skinny enough, smart enough, straight enough, beautiful enough, strong enough, masculine enough, or any other “enough” that made you feel less than you actually are, then, man, do I have something to tell you: this one is for you because you are perfect just the way you are.

What an awesome dedication! I really love TJ! <3

“Like the time he wanted to be Cinderella for Halloween when he was ten?” My mother sighed. “Though, now that I think about it, he should have been

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the fairy godmother.” “Mom!” I choked out, as my dad started to crack up. “That’s not funny!” “Oh course it is, sweetheart. I’m the funniest person in the world.”

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Vince Taylor. I sighed like a forlorn school girl waiting on her sparkling vampire boyfriend. Oh sweat balls.

I need to start using "sweat balls" instead of just "balls", right now!

It was a good thing I never wanted to play baseball, because I threw like a girl. Who didn’t have arms.

I Am Going To Freddie Prinze Junior You So Hard

I died every single time he said this! I looooved Vince!

He reached over to pat my hand before diving back into his salad. I looked down at my own. I guarantee you there has never been a single person in the world who ate a salad and said, “Gee,

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I am so full now. Thank God I just had that.” It’s just not possible. My body needed bacon to live.

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“And then we’ll obviously need to figure out some kind of first-date etiquette. Do you hug him? Do you give him a rim job? Do you ride him? I don’t want you to be out of your comfort zone. Or seem like a whore.” “Ride him? Did you smoke meth on your way back from lunch? You are out

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of your damn mind—”

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He eyed me seriously. “We all have to do our part to help avoid nocturnal emissions. The planet needs us.” I stared at him. “The planet needs us to avoid nocturnal emissions?” He nodded. “Nocturnal emissions are the number one cause for the hole in the ozone.” “You’re… you….” I sputtered. “You can’t… adorable fucking… it’s cheating, is what it is… bastard… ass… so much ass….”

“We’ll just have to try it out again,” he said, his voice going all husky. Synapses fired. Fireworks across the sky. Angels sang. Jesus clapped politely.

“Paul,” Dad said in greeting, looking amused. “Nice to see you, son.” “Dad,” I managed to say. “Mom.” My mother’s eyes sparkled. “Paul, what a surprise this is!” “Oh no. Not a surprise. I’m pretty sure this is God fucking with me,” I told her.

Vince laughed quietly. “How can any of this be real?” he said with bemused wonder. Mom was quiet for a moment before answering. “Because sometimes it’s about letting go of what your mind tells you and following what your heart shows you instead. That’s how you know it will always be real.”