Want a Teaser?

I'm kind of in a blogging slump, if you haven't noticed. I have a few post ideas, but they all kind of require actual work put into them, and as I prefer to blog by the seat of my pants, I don't like having to plan things. I'd say I'm lazy, but I prefer to call it carefree, spontaneous, or any other synonyms for "lazy" that have pleasanter connotations.

So, while I cannot yet offer you a well-written, well-thought-out blog post yet (although I will soon be writing a review for the amazing book I'm reading right now)... would you like a Teaser Tuesday?

Yes?

Okay. This is from my WIP, The King of Growing Up (hooray for finally titling it!). Here we join our main character, Hunter, and his love interest, Taylor, on the night before Taylor leaves for L.A. I hope you enjoy it!

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I eat a bag of chips for dinner with Assassin’s Creed on pause. Dad’s still in the garage, Mom’s still being cranky couch bitch, so I figure there’s no official meal tonight. I have no problem with a Dorito dinner. Unfortunately I look like a total slob when Taylor walks in.

He pauses in the doorway, taking in the sight of me in my boxers, slumped in a beanbag chair with a bag of chips. And then he sees the bouquet of red roses on the floor next to me.

“Uh, what’s up?”

I swallow my mouthful, put the controller down, and motion him closer. Taylor closes the door and sits down next to me, still looking confused.

“What are the flowers for?”

“I got them for you. Because I love you and I don’t want you to go.”

Taylor closes his eyes. “We’ve been over this, Hunter. I’m leaving tomorrow. You can’t pull this shit now.”

“I know that, I know I can’t make you stay. But...”

What the fuck am I trying to say? While I’m stumbling over my words, making half-starts on sentences I don’t know how to finish, Taylor pulls rose petals between his fingers. One of them falls off the flower and he rubs it against his lips.

“I’m going,” he says softly. “If you can accept that, we can have a really nice time tonight. If you can’t...”

I swallow. “I know you’re going. But... is this the end?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Damn it. Fuck.