Author: John Wiley
Genre: Contemporary, Gay Romance, New Adult
Its summer and three friends from Ohio graduate college, ready to start making their way in the real world.Rhys; the eternal optimist who wants to be an actor and moves to Los Angeles.Erick; the career man, seeking money and position who moves with him.And Joey; the aspiring artist, who for the love of his girlfriend, Cheryl, stays behind in Ohio.While attempting to follow their dreams each must face their share of personal and professional obstacles. Each is tested. Will they lose sight of themselves?Will old friendships fall apart and new friendships form?
ERICK CLIMBS into the truck and shuts the door. "So you don't like them then?"
"I can't help it!" yells Rhys. "It's chemical or something. Gays and lesbians just don't get along. It's like... vampires and sunlight... cats and dogs... penises and vaginas. They just don't fit!"
"Um, actually you’ll find they do fit together quite—"
"Okay. Eww, enough. I saw that porn about the girl with all the moles in Paris you eye-raped me into watching." He buckles his seatbelt. "I still have nightmares.”
They drive down the road in silence. A few minutes later Rhys sighs.
"What?" asks Erick.
"How are we going to get home?"
"Your car," says Erick.
"You mean the one that vanished at the casino?"
"So we’re talking about it now?"
“No!” Rhys leans his head back. "We aren't off to a good start. But at least we had some adventures on the drive out."
"I know." Erick turns into the Mover and Groover parking lot. "But let's just get this dropped off so we don't have to pay for it."
They get out of the truck and walk to the door to the office. Erick tugs on it, but it's locked. "Dammit! We're gonna have to pay an extra day now."
"Maybe not," says Rhys, pointing at the sign on the door. “It looks like they’ve gone out of business.”
“Do places really go out of business within three days and have no idea it’s going to happen?” Erick turns to Rhys, who is standing over by the truck, on his phone, nodding.
Rhys hangs up. "I just called the office and the company really has shut down. We can keep the truck! It’s really convenient actually, like in a TV show."
"Sweet! That means if we run out of money and can't afford rent we can live in the back of the truck. It’ll be like The Boxcar Children... only in a moving truck... and we’re not children. We can be the Moving Truck Men!"
Rhys shrugs. "Or we can drive home now instead of hitchhiking."
"That too." Erick climbs in. "Let's rock and roll."
About the author
JOHN WILEY is currently a barista that hates coffee, but is really good at making it. When not writing, he likes to expose his cat to as many Christmas movies as possible. Just like his life, his biography is a work in progress.