Harley Walker. I can tell you a lot about him. I could tell you about how he loves to draw, but not when anyone's around. I could tell you about how he has a secret phobia of boats, because of how he lost his father. I could tell you about how he's a really picky eater and won't touch anything that the school canteen has to offer. I could tell you every weakness, every flaw of his, every inflection in his voice. Heck, I could tell you what he ate for dinner a month ago. It isn't weird that I know all this stuff. After all, I'm his best friend. It's weird because I love him for it. As in love love. When the sky gets brighter and your smile gets wider and you can't think of them without feeling a little strange. The sort of love where, every time we touch I feel a little spark of energy. How every time he's sad I break inside. How whenever he smiles my whole day is suddenly worth the struggle. And it's weird because I'm a boy. My name is Austin Fenton, and I am pretty sure that I am gay. Which is bad. Very extremely bad. Because I am 99.9 per cent sure that Harley Walker is very extremely straight. Warning. This book contains boyxboy. If you're homophobic or you just don't like it, please do not read. The cover is not mine. I don't know who drew it, I found it on Google xD.
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