Josh Oli At Three

You know, in all these clich? love stories, they make it seem so fucking easy. You meet a girl, you fall in love, she loves you too, you marry, have babies, you’re forever happy. Right? Right.

HA! As fucking if!

First of all, girls aren’t exactly my type, if you know what I mean. Secondly, I go to one of those shitty high schools which are mainly populated by stupid jocks and annoying brats who think they’re better than you just because they have cooler cars. Fucking idiots. So, naturally, I am as closeted as anyone would get; even though a couple of friends know since they’ve caught me making out with a guy from my chemistry class in freshman year. And, lastly, I don’t really do the whole ‘falling in love’ part of life. That’s just not how I roll. Until…’

Awww, poor Joshie never would’ve expected to meet this guy. You know, the one who always sits in the back of the room in English class, scribbling angry insults on the dirty surface of his table. But he kind of does, in one way or another, and they do start talking. After a few…let’s just say, difficulties.