Luke probably came out in the wrong order. Because he didn’t even know he was bi until long after having a boyfriend and claiming to be gay. So yeah. In hindsight, knowing you like boys is an important step to do before a clumsy, spazzy guy stumbles into your life and makes you feel all confused. In his defense, Luke has played baseball all his life and been part of a team, so he knows how to follow instructions. But when there’s no rule book or steps to follow… that’s when things get messy.
But in One Little Problem, not only is Luke aware of his sexuality and his feelings for a particular dude, he’s comfortable with those things. Ryan, the aforementioned spaz who caught Luke’s attention, is very pleased by this development. Not everyone has reached the acceptance stage, like Luke’s parents, but let’s not worry about that now.
In this scene, Ryan and Luke are holding hands at school and then they flirt… yeah, that’s what happens. And you already know the relevant information, so okay. Here’s an outtake from the novel.
“Should we stop holding hands?” I asked. We weren’t always so touchy-feely. Lately, it seemed like Luke didn’t mind, but I wanted to be sure.
Luke just shook his head. “Guess there has to be some downsides to having an awesome boyfriend. I don’t care what people say to me.” Then his expression turned serious. “But if anyone messes with you? Tell me and I’ll kick their asses.”
“Say that again but this time take off your shirt.” I crossed the fingers of the other hand that wasn’t holding Luke’s. Come on early morning strip show… that would be pretty weird, but I still wanted to see it.
“Some downsides in addition to you, I mean.” He smiled like he was cute. He happened to be cute, but still.
“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight,” I informed him.
“We don’t live together.”
Maybe one day, my brain said, and I told it to shut up.
“Want to come over after school and pretend we do?” I waggled my eyebrows in a way experts would deem excessive. “We’ll play house.”
“Roleplay already?” he asked but didn’t say no.
Oh. “Do you have a French maid’s outfit?” I could get into that.
“Okay, I’m leaving now.” Luke gave me a quick peck on the lips and we went our separate ways.
Luke recently had an identity crisis of sorts. Hopefully not a midlife one because his lifespan needed to be much longer than that. More of the sexuality crisis kind. It took him a while to figure things out and it might not always have been the most fun, but I was a supportive boyfriend and stuff.
If there was any evidence to the contrary, then I didn’t remember it and didn’t want to be reminded, but Luke was on the other side of that now. He was cool and confident and awesome. Stronger. Comfortable. Way hot. He was always that one, but in a new way.
He was here, he was queer, he was used to it.
If only everyone else could be used to it too.