“Hi Liz! You're home!" I replied, my voice louder than it probably should've been. "Hey, how's it going?" she asked, her eyes narrowing and moving shiftily from me to Peter and back. "It's going good. Even better. Is it? Yeah,… — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“Calais took all of a fraction of a second—I've yet to learn how to gauge his speed—to appear beside me, taking the alarm clock… — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“I never thought that gay boys would be so dramatic about romance. And sooooo in denial. You wouldn't recognize common sense if it came… — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“While it was well within their powers to toy around with mortals like hapless puppets, deeper human workings remained elusive to them. The heart,… — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“Are there any other questions?" I cleared my throat. "Yeah," I replied, raising my voice. "Can I get paid for being the repeat victim… — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“Look, if I were straight, you'd be grandparents before your time. You should be relieved that I'm gay. Aren't you grateful?” — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“I winced. I just said "creamed." I felt so deprived and miserably virginal.” — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“You don't have to call me back," he said. "I just wanted to let you know that I'm so fucking proud of you. Sweet… — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“I know what you mean. I usually take it out on my older sister. You can lease her for a weekend or something if… — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“Hey, is this what they call the gay agenda?" Spirit Wire called. "Gay boys indoctrinating two innocent, uber straight girls with dirty same-sex kissing?"… — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“Hi Liz! You're home!" I replied, my voice louder than it probably should've been. "Hey, how's it going?" she asked, her eyes narrowing and… — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“And so the Afternoon Weekday Date Scorecard went like this: gay boys, 3. Bedsheets, below zero. Vatican-enforced check on virginity, 10. Sometimes life just… — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
“Listen, you," she hissed. "He's gay, he's my son, and I'm premenstrual. So don't—and I mean don't —even think about it." ~ Mom” — Hayden Thorne Copy Share Image
