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Halfway to His Heart
Halfway to His Heart
Halfway to His Heart
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Halfway to His Heart

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Cameron loves Marco. Cameron Lives with his parents who can't stand his sexuality, but yet Cameron resists them. He simply wants to be with the one love of his life, Marco. But, Angela is getting in the way. Will Camneron hold his sanity to claim Marco, or will he snap?
LanguageEnglish
PublisherLulu.com
Release dateAug 4, 2015
ISBN9781329420106
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    Halfway to His Heart - Joseph Woodfin

    Halfway to His Heart

    Halfway to His Heart

    By: Joey Woodfin

    Chapter 1: Just Maybe I Can

    I can't believe it! He was really there! I exclaimed. I jumped up and down with joy at the fact that Marco Weber was at the LGBT Support Group. I had always thought my crush was straight, but now that I knew he was attending a support group specifically for gay people, I knew I had a chance. The LGBT Support Group was the group of people that helped me become comfortable with the fact that I’m gay. That means I have a shot! I was expecting a response, but was met with deafening science.

    You're not very talkative, are you? I said to Candela. Again, a distinct lack of response filled the room. I never really expected a response, though, considering Candela was just a candle. I talked to a candle. A lot. That candle was a really good friend, better than any diary could ever be. Although Candela never answered, because, well, she was a candle. Her name even means candle in Italian. It’s not the most original name, but it’s a pretty one nonetheless. I guess you can say she sort of talked, only when I pretended to be her voice though. It was sort of talking to myself, but I don’t really mind.

    Oh who cares if you don’t talk?! Marco must have some kind of interest in boys, so I can finally try to ask him out! I screamed as loudly as I could without getting into trouble for both screaming, and about a boy. After I get to know him of course. I muttered to myself quickly.

    Marco had never really talked to me much. He and I were both in the 11th grade at Brickerville High School; we shared a physics class. What I wanted was to be able to get into a lab group with him. It was the middle of September, and our first lab was approaching. If I got a lab group with him for the semester then I could get to know him and get close to him. Then I could really decide if he’s boyfriend material. I know he’s really sweet and he’s funny in class. He likes to make these cute little jokes under his breath that only the people really close to him can hear. I sit two seats behind him. He made one the other day:

    Two atoms were walking across a road when one of them said, I think I lost an electron! Really? the other replied, Are you sure? Yes, I 'm absolutely positive. It’s really funny. And he was so cute. He liked to wear crew necks and was always in jeans. I didn’t think he wore anything else.

    Well, Candela, it’s time to go to sleep. Tomorrow is our first lab so we’re going to get our lab groups. Fingers crossed I get Marco in mine! I said optimistically. I blew out Candela for the night and went to shower. I was so excited for the rest of the night. Even in the shower I was almost jumping up and down. I washed myself more intensely than normal in case I was lucky enough to end up with Marco. I brushed my teeth with extra toothpaste and vigor. I went to closet and tried to decide on a good outfit for the next day. I browsed my closets rack and I gave the items in my dresser a once over as well. Eventually I decided on a plain black t-shirt and black jeans to match. I wanted to look my best and decided that solid colors looked the best on me. I crawled into bed to sleep for the night. I didn’t fall asleep for another hour and half out of excitement.

    I woke up in the morning an extra twenty minutes early; I wanted to give myself plenty of time to get ready. I jumped out of bed like I had won the lottery. I was excited and I seemed to have the idea that I’m going to end up working with Marco for the next semester drilled into my head, regardless of the fact that it wasn’t a fact. I got dressed and spent at least five minutes staring at myself in the mirror. I had to make sure every detail of my outfit was perfect, and it was.

    Then I went to the bathroom to prepare more. I put on a nice smelling deodorant that had a faint scent of baby powder. Then I brushed my teeth and checked my smile in the mirror when I was finished. Then I combed my hair. I had fairly long hair, about three inches long. I liked to comb it to the side in a very formal way so that my bangs were up with my hair line. I parted my hair to my right and put in a little product so that it would retain its shape. I gave my face a close examination for imperfections. I checked my teeth, my hair, my eyes, and my skin for perfection. And it was.

    I stepped back in the bathroom mirror to give my full body a final check. I looked at myself closely, giving myself a final search for impurities. I found none. I looked perfect.

    I waltzed downstairs to find my mother and father discussing something. I stopped halfway down the stairs and began to eavesdrop when I heard my name.

    What was he talking about last night? I heard my mother ask.

    Something about some boy, my dad said with an edge in his voice that could cut through steel.

    Oh my God. Who was he talking to? My mother asked with a hint of annoyance.

    I don’t know. No one else was in the house, and it’s not like he has siblings. My dad muttered, that last part about siblings a bit too loudly.

    Well it’s not my fault you wanted to get my tubes tied! I mean you practically forced me to! My mother snapped back.

    I didn’t force you to do anything! My dad retorted.

    You said you would end up cheating on me if I didn’t! All because you wanted to not use protection and you didn’t trust birth control! My mother said angrily enough to make my dad stand up. He came towards the stairs and I began walking down them like I wasn’t eavesdropping. We passed each other, and he grabbed my shoulder.

    What were you talking about last night? He snapped.

    Nothing that concerns you, I said back. I was shaking a little, but I had to sound tough.

    It best not be talk of a boyfriend. You know what I’ll do to him if you bring one home he said back slowly and calmly. He was making a threat on my future boyfriend’s life. On Marco’s life.

    Back off, I snapped. I ripped his hand off my shoulder like it was sucking the life out of me. It felt like it was. His touch has always sucked the life out of me. I ran down the last few steps and grabbed my backpack on the way out the door, slamming it behind me.

    In short, my morning went something like this:

    Outfit: above par

    Face: above par

    People: subpar

    Chapter 2: Everything Will Go According to Plan

    I had English class first period, and physics second period. So I had a little bit of time to figure out what I would say to

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