Chapter One: In the Beginning

Not only was I born in August, but it's August now and it's also my name. I am gay. Both of my parents know and they're okay with it. I was surprised, especially with my dad. My sister loves that I'm gay. We go shopping all the time.

I have a lot of gay friends too. There are six of them: Sebastian, Keith, Sinai, Jeremy, Jesse, and Gavin. Now you would think that this would give me plenty of possibilities for boyfriends, right? WRONG! Just to my luck, they're all dating each other! Sebastian is dating Gavin, Keith is dating Jesse, and Jeremy is dating his Asian infatuation Sinai. I'm jealous of them all. I want a boyfriend so bad!

So here I am, starting my senior year, boyfriendless and alone. All I do now is work at a thrift store at the edge of town. My friends stop by after school (yes, school has already started) and hang out with me there.

About a week after the first day of school, Keith was at the store, chatting with me as I returned clothes to their proper racks. Everyone else was at their extra-curriculars (Jeremy, Bastian, and Gavin were at play practive, Sinai was at cheerleading, and Jesse was at football).

"So did you see that new guy at school today?" Keith asked me.

"No. Besides, I really doubt that someone would start school a week late," I looked at him with what he referred to as "the eye."

"I swear to God there's a new kid." He got closer to me. "Rumor has it he was either in jail or Europe. No one knows for sure."

"You do know you're full of crap, don't you Keith?"

"But I'm not!" he stomped his foot and whined.

"Then what does he look like?" I cocked my head and waited for a long pause. There was none.

"Well," he started off immediately, "he's got black hair, a lip ring, he's sort of goth-esque, and he's tall and skinny, just how you like them." He wrinkled his nose in a cute disgusted face.

"I'm sorry I'm not a chubby chaser like you," I said in a brat-like tone.

He crossed his arms and frowned. "Jesse isn't cubby! He's just got a tummy!"

"You keep telling yourself that," I said as I went back to color-coordinating the used t-shirts. I heard the bells jingle at the front door, indicating that there was a customer in need of my assistance.

Keith whipped my arm with the back of his hand and hissed, "That's him!"

I looked up, straightening my dark-rimmed glasses. The boy was just as Keith explained him: tall, dark, and handsome.

I went over to him as he looked around.

"Can I help you find something?" I asked as politely as I could muster.

"No." He stared at me through his long bangs. "I don't need your help. I know what I'm looking for."

"I'm supposed to say that to everyone." I bit my lip.

"You really shouldn't bother. It's kind of annoying." I could smell cigarettes on his breath. It made me remember how badly I wanted one.

"Sorry," I whispered as he walked away. I went back to Keith.

"So? What do you think?" he asked, now suddenly interested in my love life. He hadn't really been before.

"He's either straight, a huge asshole, or both," I said as I ran my eyes over the distant black-clad boy. He had on a zipper-covered leather jacket, a black shirt with a white fishnet one over it, tight black jeans with chains hanging from them, and combat boots. He was more punk than goth. Keith knew nothing about fashion.

"That's too bad hun," he said with a sad look on his face. He patted my shoulder. "You'll get a boyfriend sooner or later."

"Yeah, thanks. That's not depressing at all."

He glanced at his watch. "Well doll, I have to go. Jesse wanted me to go watch him play football."

"You don't even like football," I scoffed.

"I know I don't. It's a repulsive sport, but I have to see my baby play. He asked me to go." He smiled and kissed my cheek. "Ta-ta darling!"

He waved and left. I was alone again.

I watched the dark-haired boy until he headed to the cashier. He had a nice butt.

After he bought his patches and headed toward the door, he pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and turned to me.

"Thanks for the help, queer boy!"

His tone was snide, but I didn't care. I watched him walk to his black '67 Mustang. He lit his cigarette immediately. I wanted desperately to be that cigarette.

a/n: This chapter, and chapters 2-4 as well,have now been proofread for those annoying technical errors. Enjoy!