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I would absolutely love to read this one. mobi, please!! :)
Thanks Gabby, I will pm you.Danni
I would love to read this! PDF please :)
Thanks Mimi, I've pm'd you :)
I'm interested if there is a mobi copy available :)
Kazza wrote: "I'm interested if there is a mobi copy available :)"There certainly is Kazza, I will pm you :)
Danni wrote: "Kazza wrote: "I'm interested if there is a mobi copy available :)"There certainly is Kazza, I will pm you :)"
Cheers!
If there are any still available, I'd love to read a mobi copy of it please.
Fantastic Camille, much appreciated. I will pm you.
I would love to give this a shot :)
Thanks Trisha, I will pm you :)
Thank you to everyone who offered to review my story. The 5 copies offered have now all been taken.Thanks to all at the YA LGBT group :)
Danni wrote: "Thanks Trisha, I will pm you :)"Hi Danni, here's my review :) http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/...
I've updated this thread to make another 4 copies of this story available. If anybody would be interested in reading and reviewing, then it would be much appreciated. Please either post here or pm me and I will get a copy over to you.Thanks
Danni
I would love to read this! PDF please :)
Thanks Cassie, I've pm'd you.Thanks Gino, copy sent.
2 copies still available.
And me too, thanks, Danni.PDF please.
I would love to read this. PDF please.
Wow, this group is great! All copies snapped up - thanks to everyone who has offered to read and review.Thanks Justin, thanks Teresa - I've pm'd you both :)
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Number of copies available: 0
Formats available:~ EPUB, HTML (in a zip file), PRC (Kindle/Mobi), and PDF.
Word count or pages: Short story 6,769 words
Blurb:
When someone dies, how are you supposed to behave? Josh Roberts has no idea. Losing his dad has left him deeply confused. He loved his dad, so why isn't he crying? All Josh can think about is spending time with his boyfriend, Bradley. He can't wait to go to Uni, when he and Bradley will finally get to be alone.
Bradley wants nothing more than to give love and support to his grieving boyfriend. But Josh's expectations of a life together next year are putting a lot of pressure on him. He's not going to get good enough grades for Uni, especially if whenever they are in Josh's room they don't get round to any real studying. Why can't Josh understand that?
**Content Warning**
Illness and death of a parent
Excerpt: (view spoiler)[Bradley and I go up to my room, and I close the door, even though it's against the rules. It's something Mum and Dad had to think about quite a lot when Bradley and I first came out as a couple. She told me that they weren't sure how to deal with it, especially because Bradley had slept over on the camp bed in my room for years when we were just mates. In the end, they came up with the rule of leaving the door open. They thought it was a fair compromise, seeing as they probably wouldn't have let a girlfriend sleep over in my room at all. As it turns out, Bradley and I often have time alone in the house anyway, so the open door rule is no biggie. Except for today.
Bradley sits on the bed, just where Mum was when she told me -- or didn't tell me -- and I sit beside him. He puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me towards him. “I don't know what to do,” he says, and all I can do is nod, because I don't either. “Do you want me to hold you?” He wraps his arms tight around me. The chill February air still clings to his jacket, but he feels warm and safe, and all I can think is that we've never really hugged before. Not like this. Not without kisses and urgency, and hands all over each other, both of us listening carefully for the creak of the stairs. He reaches a big hand up, and threads his fingers through my hair. “Joshy,” he breathes. “I'm so, so sorry.”
We snuggle back on the bed, and I rest my head on his chest. I close my eyes and listen to the gentle thud of his heartbeat, as his fingers brush lightly against my cheek. This ... this is real love.
I want to stay cocooned in his presence forever, soothed by the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath me. And then he breaks the spell. “My mum said to let us know when the funeral is. She'd like to come along with me.”
My head jerks up. Funeral? Of course, that's what happens when people die. “Oh,” I settle back down against his chest, murmuring into it. “I guess it'll be ... um ...” I don't know when it will be. Tomorrow? Next week? Two weeks time? I'm not sure how it works. And can Bradley and his mum come along? Do you invite people to funerals or do they just turn up? I've only ever been to my granddad's one and I was twelve at the time. “I'll ask my mum.”
“Okay.” The rhythmic stroking of his fingers starts again.
At ten thirty, when I've drawn as much comfort as I can from listening to his slow even breaths, I reluctantly wake him. We both have school tomorrow, and I can't keep him with me forever.
When he's gone home, I check Facebook. I still have two hundred and twenty three friends, still chatting to each other, still doing homework, and playing games and watching telly.
I don't update my status, but if I did it would say: Josh Roberts. Reached Lieutenant II. My dad died. I fell in love. (hide spoiler)]