Boy Meets Boy

Boy Meets Boy
David Levithan

The unforgettable debut novel by co-author with John Green of Will Grayson, Will GraysonTo be together with someone for twenty years seems like an eternity. I can’t seem to manage twenty days…How do you stay together?Paul has been gay his whole life and he’s confident about almost everything. He doesn’t have to hide his feelings like best friend Tony or even cope with loving the wrong guy like his other best friend Joni.But heartbreak can happen to anyone. Falling in love changes everything.

Boy Meets Boy

david levithan

for Tony

(even if he only exists in a song)

Contents

Title Page (#u3dba9ad1-bebc-5dc5-a1e4-accd656dc257)

Now Away We Go (#u2149dd14-92f3-557d-aaaf-18a2d542bd6c)

Paul is Gay (#u283a93a7-5f45-5667-82a3-44bfc57f58e1)

The Homecoming Queen’s Dilemma (#u8eb4ae54-10b2-5175-ba4d-d826cc0ccb01)

Pride and Joy (#u46f2a769-b226-5ed3-944a-766c558624a4)

Hallway Traffic (Complications Ensue) (#ued996a6f-6544-5c43-805e-bb394ee04be9)

Finding Lost Languages (#u3f0322a0-bf9c-555f-a12b-09cc0702833b)

Dangling Conversations (#ufa34a83c-a4c8-55d4-9f54-7008bda87265)

Painting Music (#u7dd0a507-2398-5669-a093-49a9afd7bc31)

Chuck Waggin’ (#litres_trial_promo)

A Walk in the Park (#litres_trial_promo)

Please Rewind Before Returning (#litres_trial_promo)

Things Unsaid (#litres_trial_promo)

Pinball (#litres_trial_promo)

Hitting the Mountain (#litres_trial_promo)

Everybody Freaks Out (#litres_trial_promo)

Elsewhere (#litres_trial_promo)

Boy Loses Boy (#litres_trial_promo)

Dealing with the Club Kids (#litres_trial_promo)

More Than, Equal To, Less Than (#litres_trial_promo)

To Bring You My Love (#litres_trial_promo)

A Very Late Night Conversation With Ted (#litres_trial_promo)

Meet Me at the Cemetery Gates (#litres_trial_promo)

Tony (#litres_trial_promo)

Possibly Maybe (#litres_trial_promo)

Instinct and Proof (#litres_trial_promo)

Flicker (#litres_trial_promo)

One Small Step (#litres_trial_promo)

What I Will Always Remember (#litres_trial_promo)

Acknowledgments (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

Now Away We Go (#ulink_d75fd5be-22dd-58f6-a5d3-999f843d05a6)

9.00 p. m. on a November Saturday. Joni, Tony and I are out on the town. Tony is from the next town over and he needs to get out. His parents are extremely religious. It doesn’t even matter which religion – they’re all the same at a certain point and few of them want a gay boy cruising around with his friends on a Saturday night. So every week Tony feeds us bible stories, then on Saturday we show up at his doorstep well versed in parables and earnestness, dazzling his parents with our blinding purity. They slip him a twenty and tell him to enjoy our study group. We go spend the money on romantic comedies, dimestore toys and diner jukeboxes. Our happiness is the closest we’ll ever come to a generous God, so we figure Tony’s parents would understand, if only they weren’t set on misunderstanding so many things.

Tony has to be home by midnight, so we are on a Cinderella mission. With this in mind, we keep our eye on the ball.

There isn’t really a gay scene or a straight scene in our town. They got all mixed up a while back, which I think is for the best. Back when I was in second grade, the older gay kids who didn’t flee to the city for entertainment would have to make their own fun. Now it’s all good. Most of the straight guys try to sneak into the Queer Beer bar. Boys who love boys flirt with girls who love girls. And whether your heart is strictly ballroom or bluegrass punk, the dance floors are open to whatever you have to offer.

This is my town. I’ve lived here all my life.

Tonight, our Gaystafarian bud Zeke is gigging at the local chain bookstore. Joni has a driver’s licence from the state where her grandmother lives, so she drives us around in the family sedan. We roll down the windows and crank the radio – we like the idea of our music spilling out over the whole neighbourhood, becoming part of the air. Tony has a desperate look tonight, so we let him control the dial. He switches to a Mope Folk station and we ask him what’s going on.

“I can’t say,” he tells us, and we know what he means. That nameless empty.

We try to cheer him up by treating him to a blue Slurp-Slurp at the local 24-7. We each take sips, to see whose tongue can get the bluest. Once Tony’s sticking his tongue out with the rest of us, we know he’s going to be OK.

Zeke’s already jamming by the time we get to the highway bookstore. He’s put his stage in the European History section, and every now and then he’ll throw names like Hadrian and Copernicus into his mojo rap. The place is crowded. A little girl in the Children’s section puts the Velveteen Rabbit on her shoulders for a better view. Her moms are standing behind her, holding hands and nodding to Zeke’s tune. The Gaystafarian crowd has planted itself in the Gardening section, while the three straight members of the guys’ lacrosse team are ogling a bookstore clerk from Literature. She doesn’t seem to mind. Her glasses are the colour of liquorice.

I move through the crowd with ease, sharing nods and smiling hellos. I love this scene, this floating reality. I am a solo flier looking out over the land of Boyfriends and Girlfriends. I am three notes in the middle of a song.