I stare out the window of my bedroom. It's the day after graduation, and the world seems dull and uninteresting. Who would have thought that I, Simon Spier, would actually graduate high school? Not that I'm dumb or anything, but going away from home permanently always felt so surreal. I was looking forwards to college, yes, but I felt as if something was missing. Something pivotal. Though I'm not yet ready to admit it, I knew in my heart of hearts that what I'm missing is love. More specifically, a boyfriend.

After I came out at the beginning of Junior year, I'd longed for someone special, someone I could shyly hold hands with, someone who could help me through the homophobia. My friends were great, but at some point you really need a deeper connection.

I thought that Cal Price could have been the one, but after a few dates we discovered that, well… we just weren't right together.

I sigh and start packing up old, faded blue duffel. The road trip to Leah's mom's friend's beach house should help clear my mind. I pack slowly, not wanting to forget anything. The last time I went to this beach house, I forgot a swimsuit. Long story short, I had to wear Abby's bikini bottom. (A/N: I might write this as a short oneshot, tell me what you think in the comments) Enough said. I mean, I am gay, but still.

I hear a knock on the door, and internally curse myself for procrastinating on packing. Leah and Abby are five minutes early, of course.

"One sec!" I call. Shit. I run downstairs and open the door. Leah and Abby are in the middle of a passionate kiss. I clear my throat, which startles them out of their liplock. Leah turns bright red as Abby smirks.

"Umm hey Simon," said Leah. "We were just- uhhh-"

"It's fine, guys. Just don't have sex on my porch please." Abby gives an appreciative laugh, and Leah looks relieved. I mean, I'm insanely happy that Abby got her shit together and asked Leah out, but sometimes they're a little too happy-couple to be around. I don't know. It's not like I'm jealous.

"Come on in to the living room. I have to finish up some packing but I'll be right there."

"Oh wait," calls Abby as I begin to walk out of the room. "I have to ask you something."

"Okay," I reply, not really sure where this conversation is going.

"So, you know Bram Greenfield, Nick's friend. He kind of had a cancellation on his family travel plans and long story short, he wants to come on the trip with us. Whattaya say?"

I have to sit down in order to process my thoughts. Bram Greenfield. Bram fucking Greenfield. With the soccer calves. Who I used to call Cute Bram. Am I opposed to him coming on the trip? Uh, no. I'm a little too eager. The thing is, Bram's gorgeous, and I've had a major-level crush on him forever. And the last thing I need is to fall even deeper in love with the straight boy. But the offer is too tempting. I'll probably get to see him shirtless, which makes me a little hard just thinking about it. Damn. I struggle to get my breathing under control.

"Sure," I say nonchalantly. "Sounds fine."

"Good," says Abby. "Because he's right outside."

Sure enough, in walks Bram himself, in a pale green t-shirt that hugs his biceps. His eyes looking absolutely freaking gorgeous. He smiles. Oh shit. I am totally, completely screwed.