(Book Three) Being in love is tough, being in highschool is hard, being in love, gay, and in highschool is harder. But my best friend, who happens to be my girlfriend, is worth fighting for.
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This is Book Three of the series.
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Chapter One
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It's the first school night of my senior year.
I'd made the mistake of starting Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, before bed and I got caught up in a binge read. In the past, I'd immensely disliked the play. Romeo was fickle jumping from one love to the next and Juliet a silly girl for accepting a marriage proposal after a single day.
Then, of course, it has the worst ending of all times. The tragic death of the star-crossed lovers over a series of mishaps and misunderstandings, all because they couldn't imagine life without each other.
It's dumb but then...why can't I put the book down tonight? Why is the play reading differently to me this time? Why had the ending brought tears to my eyes? Why do I relate?
The digital clock on my bedside table is glowing in bright blue numbers and reads 2:20 AM. I reluctantly set the book on the nightstand and reach over to turn the lamp off. My room falls into darkness. I lay my head back into my pillow and try to calm the storyline running through my head.
Perhaps Romeo wasn't fickle maybe he'd only thought he'd known what love was before her. And Juliet, I kind of envy her, she'd found a love worth dying for and had known her feelings instantly. And then their deaths. What is life if it's not to be with the one you love?
Thwack! Thwack!
I turn the lamp back on. The dim light creates a warm glow throughout my room. My eyes search my bedroom for the offending sound, but it's empty.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
My eyes narrow and I stare at my bedroom window. It's a branch smacking against the glass.
"Psst! Psst! Open up!" A harsh whisper comes from behind my window.
I throw my legs over the edge of my bed. My toes sink into the carpet and I make my way over too my window. I pull the curtains back. There is a crouched figure outside. It's too dark to see but I'd know the voice anywhere. I unlatch the window and slide it up.
