Let the Song Last Forever

By J.D. Walker

Evan Harper has been sleeping with Chuck Whistler for five months. They've kept it light, just friends with benefits. Unfortunately, Evan knows his feelings run deeper than he’s let on, and he doesn't want to pressure Chuck for more. He cools things off between them and hopes for the best.

Try as he might, however, Evan can't seem to put thoughts of the lead singer for Caesar’s Flame out of his mind, and things escalate when Chuck forces the issue. They have an argument, and Evan punches Chuck in the face.

The real problem is Evan hasn’t quite gotten over being betrayed and outed in high school, something that has tainted any relationship he might have had with anyone. But how can he explain that to Chuck? Especially when the man professes his love, in spite of a broken nose?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Jul 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9781611528015

J.D. Walker

J.D. Walker likes to keep her stories short and sweet. A multi-published author, she is also a musician, artist, and lover of all things knit and crochet. For more information, visit lifebyjo.com/jdwalker.

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Let the Song Last Forever

By J.D. Walker

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Copyright 2015 J.D. Walker

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Let the Song Last Forever

By J.D. Walker

High school, senior year…

It was the day before graduation, and all hell had broken loose.

Little Evie Harper is a fag! Stellan Gretsch announced to everyone within earshot, his voice taunting me from where he stood surrounded by his jock friends.

Coward.

Asshole! You tricked me! I yelled, filled with equal parts fear and shame. I adjusted the thick glasses on my face and turned to walk away from the jeering crowd of homophobes in the hallway by the lockers.

But it wasn’t over.

Look at you! he continued. Fucking little girly man with those cute little curls hanging to your shoulders. You’re a sick, perverted cunt. Go find yourself a pole and jam it up your ass, if you’re that desperate for a ride. It sure as shit ain’t happenin’ with me.

I started to run, the laughter in the voices behind me fading with each stride, but the stench of their hatred still present.

How could I have been so wrong? Stellan—tall, gorgeous, dark-haired Stellan—had been perfect. He played guitar in a local garage band and was the hottest guy in school. I’d always been a sucker for musicians.

He’d approached me last month and claimed to like me. He’d even said he wanted to go out on a date. I’d fallen for him—hard. He was my first love, and it had all been a lie.

Stellan had been playing me the whole time, just because he could. It had seemed so real. I was positive he really was gay, but the homecoming king couldn’t be bent in anyway, right? Whatever the truth, I was the laughing stock of the entire school because of him. At least I would only have to deal with these jerks for one more day.

Tears flowed freely down my face, and my glasses kept slipping down my nose as I made my way across the football field toward home. I vowed to never let something like this happen to me again. No one would get close enough to inflict that kind of pain on me.

Ever.

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A couple of months ago…

What do you mean, you have to cancel? The show is tonight!

Musicians would be the death of me.

"I’m sorry, Evan,