What If It's Us (What If It's Us #1)

by Becky Albertalli

I am not a New Yorker, and I want to go home.

such a mood bro

Leave your shoes at the door, or bring them into bed with you if that’s your thing.

this is cursed please leave your shoes by the door or i will commit a crime like PLEASE

Sometimes I feel like New Yorkers do New York wrong. Where are the people swinging from subway poles and dancing on fire escapes and kissing in Times Square?

this would be a MESS

And of course there would be kissing. My first kiss. Followed by the loss of my virginity in some quiet, starlit field.

yeah no you’re gonna get kicked out of central park before dark this is where it becomes very obvious if you’re not from nyc lol

“WE’RE HAVING SEX!” Dylan shouts from inside. I open the door and Dylan and Samantha are flipping through the binder. “Straight sex is so weird,” I say.

ah yes the illustrious heterosexual

What’s in here?” “Mostly my laptop.” Also six boxes of condoms. Not that I plan to have thirty-six rounds of sex. But if sex happens, I need options, including glow-in-the-dark options.

is this what being allosexual is like