Where There's a Will (Lost Boys, #1)

by Jessie Walker

“No, but you do have at least two brain cells, right? Maybe try rubbing them together sometime and see what happens.”

People like me, I think ruefully. I’m gay, Mom, not a fucking three-headed Martian.

I might have the palate of a child, but I’ve been blessed with at least some decent genes. And anxiety. #winning

“Because in the end, the only thing we have to fear in the dark are the things we run from in the light of day.”

But I still can’t help but feel cornered every time I have to “come out” again. Because no matter how well-adjusted I may be—no matter how goddamn proud I am to be who I am—there’s still this knot in my throat that forms anytime I have to correct someone when they ask me if I have a girlfriend.

Because, apparently, I don’t look gay. Apparently, I don’t talk gay. Whatever that fucking means.

The world will keep spinning, and people will keep on sucking, and some days are going to be harder than others... But at the end of it, I’m still me. And they can take it or fucking leave it.