When I started One Little Word, it was an experiment in writing and publishing something for the first time. I did not give enough thought to the title or the possibility I would base all titles off this first one, and I only had a fun idea to play with and see where it went.
Starting with the jock/nerd and fake relationship tropes, I started writing. And now nearly ten books later, the final novel in the series is here. One Big Decision is out now!
These zany, slice of life novels are contemporary gay romances that aren’t for everyone as they full of so much snark and silliness, but I’ve had a great time writing them and getting to know these characters so well, and I’m grateful for everyone who went on this journey with me, Ryan, and Luke.
In this final book, Ryan and Luke must figure out their plans for the future separately and together while enjoying the remaining days of senior year. In this scene, Ryan and Luke are buying tickets for the prom. This involves talking to one of their favorite teachers, who happens to be kinda scary but has a soft spot for them, and trying to guess the prom theme.
From a distance, the table in the cafeteria selling prom tickets resembled a Valentine’s Day explosion made more garish by being late. Up close, the glittery red hearts made of construction paper, shiny material, and naturally, a shitload of glitter… they weren’t hearts at all, rather different shapes with a central theme, the theme being a sea of… red?
“Do you know what the theme is?” I asked Boyfriend as we took our place at the end of a small line.
“Love or something?” he guessed.
“Romantic,” I noted.
When Luke bought our tickets, he asked Mrs, Sharp, “Hey, will you be there?”
“I’m chaperoning,” she answered, tone making it clear she wouldn’t sell these tickets to teenagers otherwise.
“Because you identify with the theme of A Violent and Painful Death?” I guessed.
“No,” she said shortly.
“You don’t identify or that’s not the theme?” I clarified.
“Both?” she tried.
“What is the theme?”
She glanced to the decorations surrounding the table. “Red?”
“Ohhh, the theme is Blood,” I realized. “I understand now. You’re what causes the blood.”
“That’s not accurate… I think. At any rate,” she continued. “The principal suggested I ought to experience one senior prom as an educator here before leaving.”
“You could say no,” I pointed out. “What’s he gonna do, fire you?” This was her last year teaching at this school before she went to greener or at least bigger and gayer pastures.
“Actually, it sounded like a good idea.” She frowned while watching me do a happy jig about having prom tickets. “Though I could be wrong.”