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376 pages, ebook
Published August 1, 2017





“You're my superhero, you know that.”
“I'm not that guy anymore.”
“You're always that guy to me.”



“He's fine. Please go and soak yourself in turpentine until that smell goes away and scrape your face for Gaga's sake. You look like the world’s youngest lumberjack.”~ Robbie to Brad
”Do you want to move back to Foster and
“I want to change things, Brad, really change them."
“Do YOU want to move back to Foster?”
“You know I do, but more importantly, I want you to find your dream and chase it.”
He leaned in and hugged me. “This isn't a dream,” he said, kissing me. “This is me wide awake.”






“The goal of a perfect relationship is finding someone who has a complete life, like the one you have, and then sharing them with each other. This whole I have half a life and you complete it crap is co-dependence. I've seen a couple of really successful relationships over the years and they all had one thing in common. They were both fully formed people who had their own wants and desires before getting with the other. Brad has his things and I have mine, and we try to share as much as possible, but there are just times when we need to do our own thing.- KYLE
We both had pretty full lives that took us in different directions but here, in bed, in the middle of the night, we were two hearts with one beat and that meant the world.- BRAD
People like you and Mr. Miller here have made it your life's goal to stop people like me and Jackson from having equal rights because you don't like us. That's it, you want to say it is religious freedom, but you know that doesn't hold water because this man here,” I pointed to Father Mulligan, “taught me nearly eight years ago that God doesn't hate gay people. The people who say they are following God’s teachings hate us. You don't like me because Jesus told you to, you don't like me because that's how you feel.”
“Take a look,” he said, gesturing to his bandages, “Take a good look of what it costs to speak up in today's world. Please, don't shy away from it, don't look down. Take it in, take it all in and realize, this is what happens to LGTB people every single day of the year.” The jury visibly blanched as he walked by. “I came here because a fourteen-year-old child was told he was inferior to his school mates. I took this case because I wanted to see justice done. No one was trying to take away anything from anyone, we aren't arguing that other clubs should be discontinued because Jackson was told no. All we wanted was for one kid to be treated equally. And now here we are.”
“So then he would call us stupid behind our backs but not to our face?” Brad leveled a stare at the guy.
“I don't know, you willing to tell all the Obama jokes you and your friends laugh at to everyone? How about the things you say about girls, when it's just you and your buddies? We all say things in private that we wouldn't go public with, not because we don't believe it, but because it would be insulting to them. What Mr. Stilleno said was in a private conversation, period. Is what he said bad? Sure. But who here hasn't said something just as bad?”
"these people are here because they want to be outraged, both sides. The liberals are outraged a poor, gay kid wasn't allowed to start a club, even if they don't know his name or why he wanted it. And the conservatives are pissed that a godless homosexual has once again attack the foundation of our great country, even if all they can point to is a set of rules thousands of years’ old that were never meant to survive this long.” He just stared at me for a long time. So long I had to finally ask. “What?” “Why do you hide this?” he asked, pausing our walk. “Why do you hide this beautiful mind behind all that hair?” He moved to mess up my hair, but I ducked away. “I don't hide nothing.” “See? You just did it again. You know you're supposed to say you don't hide anything, but you dumb it down, why? Brad, you are so fucking incredible; why did it take this to show it to the world?” “Um...” I paused, trying to find words to use. “You have been a rock star since we got here. Even Heather doesn't believe you haven't done this before. Why now?” “Because you needed it,” I blurted out.
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He leaned in and hugged me. “This isn't a dream,” he said, kissing me. “This is me wide awake.”