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Who invented sex talks with parents, anyway? Sebastian thinks. They should be burned, buried, dug up, and lit on fire again.
“At the end of the day, you’re a bunch of lost boys with big dreams, anyway. Screw the other BS!”
Is there a universal coaching rule that every life lesson must come from Rudy or Hoosiers or Remember the Titans?
“the gays approve.”
Aren’t there already enough Disney teen movies like that?
Daft Punk
Traitor!” Sebastian isn’t shocked that his cell’s only response to this accusation is to continue its shrieked alarm.
“I’m bi. I’m into dudes and girls.” “I know what bi means.” Sebastian, flustered, quickly says, “Cool. Yep, I’m bi.”
“Yeah,” Emir replies with sheepish eyes. “Gay. Me. That’s what… I’m gay.”
Michael Jackson.
Icona Pop’s “I Love It”
John Mayer
“Life’s complicated, but so is math.”
When it comes to being anything other than straight, it seems there’s a fine-print clause: a penalty for full disclosure when you belong to the LGBTQ community.
Why is coming out to loved ones like giving a speech in your campaign for President?
Mirrors aren’t the friendliest of objects.
“You coming?” Sebastian scolds his brain for thinking not yet.
“Old Time Rock and Roll”
“Bohemian Rhapsody”
don’t go Riverdale on me.”
“Uma Thurman.”
“Young Volcanoes,”
Sebastian realizes his common sense has died a proud samurai’s death.
“We Are Young.”
“This is mental, like… you’re naked!” “It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.”
“Time to live a little, Emi,” Sebastian whispers, lips against Emir’s ear.
“Uptown Funk”
“I shouldn’t tell you this,” says Emir. They’re face to face now. He whispers, “I came to a few games, to watch you.”
“I never hated you, but seeing you move on—it was hard.”
He’s not sure if it’s an aesthetic kink or simply sentimental, but Sebastian wants to see Emir in his hoodie.
“You’re beautiful.” Sebastian rolls his eyes. “Guys aren’t—” “Hey,” Emir cuts in.
teenagers should be banned from making decisions during the summer,
“And if I get kicked off the team, you’re doing all the talking to Abbu about why his precious only son is no longer going pro.” “Pro?” “Semi-pro.” With a crooked grin, Emir says, “Okay, after high school, I won’t ever play again. But he doesn’t need to know that.
The 1975
Internally, Sebastian’s having a dance party for one. The song in his head is, “He’s mine, pint-sized!”
Screw it. Even in small-minded Oakville, Sebastian can be a tiny bit out of the closet. He replies, “Okay.”
The “casual” brush of Emir’s hand as they walk is far from accidental, and this whole “screw the system” thing is too good to be true.
“Anna Sun”
“Would you be jealous?” “Nope,” Sebastian says, like the biggest liar to ever open his mouth.
Elvis Bishop

