I live in a old crappy building in the middle of downtown San Diego. The apartment was old and had charm and I loved it at first. That was until I realized the walls were as thick as paper and I could here every grunt coming from his "best friend" next door. Did I mention he was gay. So why did it turn me on so much?
My dad died, and it's my senior year of high school. Life keeps throwing me curveballs but at this point, I'm used to it until a boy walks into my life and turns my world upside down. He reveals secrets that completely break me, shatter my world, and the only escape we have from this cruel world is each other.
I guess it will always be me and him against the world.