Finding Home
Lizzie C. Koz
The world keeps the ugly truth about love to itself: Not everyone falls in love with someone who will love them back.
EASTON
My dream is finally coming true. Why? Because your boy just got drafted to play pro baseball. Yee-haw! (Ohmygod, did I just say yee-haw?)
There’s one glaring thing missing though. Maddox. My ride-or-die. It was always supposed to be us—major league ballplayers, side by side.
But now I’m the one who made it, and I have to leave him behind.
I don’t know how I’ll handle the distance when I haven’t spent a day apart from Maddy since we were six.
I keep reminding myself it’ll be okay. We’ll talk every day. Text, call, video chat. It’ll be like he’s right there with me.
Yeah, this is fine. Totally fine.
But then why do I feel like I’m leaving an essential part of myself back in Connecticut?
MADDOX
I did the one thing literally everyone tells you not to do.
I fell in love with my straight best friend.
Yep. That’s me—the cliché gay boy who lost his heart to a boy who can’t love him back. I know it’s stupid. I know I should move on. But me and East? We’re inseparable. From T-ball at six to D1 college ball, we’ve done everything together…and that’s exactly the problem.
I can’t get over him like this. I need space. And I think this is my chance. He’s leaving for his minor league assignment for a couple months.
I’ll use the time to cleanse myself of Easton Winters, and when he comes back, we’ll be best friends again. For real this time.
No more pathetic pining.
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