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Alice in Chains’ “Rooster,”
“Fine Again” by Seether
“I’d hug you, too, if I could.”
“I scare you?”
“Yeah, McAllister, you do.”
“I’m hugging you right now.”
The Lost Boys. Orphaned, exiled… banding together, ready for whatever may come our way.
“Red” by Chevelle
Life is for the living, motherfucker.
“I Want to Break Free” by Queen
“Stand by Me” by Ben E. King.
Nothing is going to stop me this time. Not now. Not here. I won’t let it.
“Inferno” by Pop Evil
“I Believe in a Thing Called Love” by the Darkness
And all I can do is hold on for the ride as he starts fucking my mouth.
“All I Have to Do Is Dream” by the Everly Brothers
“I will literally kill you,” I say flatly. Will snickers. Fucker. “I will take that straw,” I tell her, pointing at the one she wraps her red lips around to slurp from her vanilla shake, “and shove it down your throat, and pulverize that cold, black heart of yours into nothing but goo.”
Cry to Me” by Solomon Burke.
He’s the beat of my fucking heart. And that? That’s everything.
Way!!!
“Back in Black” by AC/DC
“He would’ve always hated me.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“He’ll never love me,” I choke out, smiling through my tears.
“He couldn’t love me,” I mumble into his neck. “He wasn’t capable of it, not after Mom.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I find myself saying, “whether I’m gay or not. It doesn’t matter.”
“Exactly, Waylon,” he says fiercely, his voice rumbling with unchecked emotion. “Because it has nothing to do with you.
“Life’s too fuckin’ short, kid, to be livin’ by anyone’s standards but your own.”
“Always the precious smartass.”
Way really is...
“I get it from you,” I say with a small quirk of my lips. He grunts, but there’s no masking the lightness in his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”
“Breakdown” by Tom Petty
“What happened?” I say, knowing he’s still standing there a few feet behind me. “To your friend. The one who tried to kiss you.”
“He married my sister.”
“Here With You” by the Sick Puppies
“Willie and Waylon. How did I not put that together?”
I’m struck stupid by how gorgeous he is in such a careless, effortless way. It has every part of me itching to go all caveman on him and claim him as mine.
Clearing my throat, I shift my gaze to Reggie and tell him, “If you ever call me Willie, I will not hesitate to make your life a living hell.
“God’s Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash
He’s sacred. To me. Always has been. Since I was ten fucking years old. Every fucking part of him is sacred to every fucking part of me.
“I like myself a whole lot better when I’m with you.”
“Yeah, City Boy. You heard me.”
“When I showed up here, I had no idea what I was going to say or do. I just knew I needed to get to you. So that’s what I did. I got to you.”
“You didn’t make anything worse, Will,” I tell him after a long, quiet moment. “You woke me up, that’s all. You brought me back to life.”
“You make me want to hang on and fight. You make me believe I stand a chance. You. No one else. You.”
“Don’t for one second think you make my life worse,” I tell him roughly. “You are the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me, and I wouldn’t trade even a second of it for anyone or anything.”
I press my forehead to his. Clutch his jaw with the heel of my hands. Inhale. Exhale… Then—
“I love ...
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How his lips pucker and release my name like a kiss. Always like a damn kiss. “Way.”
This. This moment. Right. Fucking. Here. This is what I’ve been waiting for all along. Maybe my whole life.
I don’t look away. I don’t back down. I’ll never hide again. Never, never, never.
He’s looking at me like I’m the goddamn sun.
