Out

"I guess I always figured coming out was something you did for friends and family, and maybe it is, but it's personal too, you know? The person I was last night is new. I wanna get to know him." I had two things on my list when I arrived in Los Angeles. One, track down Henry Bennington, the uncle and guardian of my little brother's best friend, and tell him to get his ass back to Washington. He needed to do something about his nephew, who was turning into a douchebag. And two, figure out just how non-straight I was. For the past two years, I'd had all these fantasies, and now was the time to explore them, far away from my sleepy little town. Nowhere on this list did it say, "Get Ty's uncle into bed and fall for him." I wasn't supposed to fall in love with another city either. But between brunch, making new friends, and discovering the man I was meant to be, I lost sight of the future that had once seemed pretty damn vivid. How the hell was I supposed to merge my old life and who I used to be with the new dreams Los Angeles and Henry had awakened in me?