He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.
Stiles listens to his dad ask him the same question that comes up way too often, and gets lost counting the dark flecks that scatter across the white expanse of the all-too-familiar hospital ceiling. Here again, and ‘He’ll be fine,’ the doctor says.
His dad wants to hear it from Stiles’ lips, though. Is he okay?
Is he really okay?
His answer doesn’t come as easily as it used to, no quip or snap back like it’s easy come easy go. The feckless lie sticks in the back of his throat, burning away like a hot coal choking the life out of him.
He’s said it more than a million times, and no super-hearing anybody has heard his heart skip a single beat. Or maybe they did, but that thought doesn’t make it any easier, because that means they’ve ignored it a million times, too. And it should be easy, he’s brilliant at lying straight to his father’s face these days. Stiles knows how to twist a definition to make it true, how to believe in nothing and make it something.
Molehills out of mountains.
Tip of the iceberg.
Shrink it down until it’s just an ember, a single flicker of pain low in his chest. It burns enough to remind him that it’s there, but cool enough for him to force the words out.
He stops counting the tiny holes in the ceiling, and plasters a bright, brilliant lie across his face.
Introducing New LGBT YA Novel, Miranda and Jaelin!
My YA lgbt romance novel Miranda and Jaelin! Based on a comic book I created in college.
“For years, shy and awkward Miranda Taylor has been struggling to fit in at one of the most selective public high schools in NYC. Then in her junior year, she meets a new student, the androgynous Jaelin Kim, a confident basketball star who quickly becomes popular with the other school athletes. When the two are paired up for an assignment in AP English, Miranda‘s infatuation with her new classmate becomes more than just a crush. Suddenly, Miranda learns a lot about herself as she grapples with the bigotry that surrounds them both at school and with their friends and families.”
“I’ll have uh, the smallest,” he leaned over the counter a smidge, “Americano.” he said in his blandest, possibly most eastern-American accent ever. “Iced.”
“That’ll be all?” the barista said loudly over the crowd, whipping out his marker. “Name for the order?”
“Uh, Vernon.” the barista snatched his debit card right as he offered it, slicing an expertly quick swipe across the register before giving it back and calling for the next customer. Frowning, he followed his girlfriend to the end of the waiting queue. “That guy didn’t even look at me.”
“They can’t afford such luxury.” she replied, shrinking her body as other people started crowding around them.
“No one gets Starbucks in Seoul.”
“Do you even drink coffee?”
“I wanted to see what American coffee was like.”
“An Americano is Italian.”
“Tall iced Americano!” another server waved around a cup filled to the brim with ice. “Iced Americano for Vermin!”
His girlfriend laughed, bumping her forehead against his arm. “That’s yours.”
He glowered, accepting the proffered cup from the impatient lady. Stabbing a straw in the middle he grumbled at the permanent marker, “Vermin.” he read, shaking his head.