The First to Die at the End

by Adam Silvera

Orion 5:05 p.m. My boyfriend—yeah, boyfriend. And what!—is in my house. This is still blowing my mind. I wouldn’t have ever put down money on meeting someone who goes from “boy” to “boyfriend” in under a day. I should bet on myself some more. Last night, I swore Valentino was so out of my league, and I’m not knocking him now when I say that he isn’t. I’m just showing myself some love because I showed up for a stranger who needed some himself without expecting anything in return; I wasn’t even in it for the heart. We’re in the same league—except when it comes to train performances obviously—and I’m just as great and dope as he is, and we would’ve done even more great and dope things if we had the time to be great and dope together but the sun is going down and that means it’s almost lights out.