His True Nature is the latest story by Silvia Violet. It is only 38 pages…
My Roommate’s a Jock? Well, Crap! is the first part in the new Jock series by Wade Kelly. Now I for one absolutely love the whole jock-nerd theme and so I was anxious to read this book. And I wasn’t disappointed at all, I loved this book. I can only hope the other parts will be just as great as this one.
Cole Reid is gay and was publicly outed by his high school baseball team. Because of that he really really hates jocks of any kind and has become somewhat of a loner. He wants things to go his way and is somewhat of a neat freak. So when his roommate moves out to be with his girlfriend Cole is looking for a new roommate, but one that will live up to his expectations and rules. And absolutely no jocks allowed. So what does the manager send him as a replacement?
Ellis Montgomery is messy, gorgeous, of course straight, and to top it all of a jock of the worst kind. So when he shows up at Coles door, accompanied by some of his loud friends, Cole is about to have a heart attack.
But a whole school year of living together, camping and frat buddies, Cole and Ellis manage to forge some kind of friendship. Cole starts to loosen up a little and Ellis learns a lot about himself and the way he feels inside, especially when Cole is around. Cole is sure there has to be more to Ellis than just the jock and Ellis really wants to know why he starts feeling funny in his stomach every time he looks at Cole.
Will both boys be strong enough to own up to their feelings and let the other in? And will their friends think when the truth comes out, especially since some of them are of the very religious type? Will there ever be a future for these two?
Someone told me I’m a cynical fatalist but I prefer the term realist. I guess I tend to see things of this world in a slow process of decay, either from a scientific perspective—since I’m physics major—or from personal experience. The way I see it, that guy Murphy had it right every time. Do you know him? He’s the one who wrote Murphy’s Law: “If anything can go wrong, it will.” It’s actually a quote of the fourth law of thermodynamics and the originator is unknown. (I read that on Wikipedia, but that’s beside the point.)
The long and short of it is, things go wrong in my life—always have.
It should not have surprised me when my roommate of the last three years decided to graduate and move to Texas with his girlfriend. The nerve of him! Jonathan was the best roommate ever. He was neat, and quiet, and never had sex on the couch—that I know of. He tolerated my quirks and always made me tea on Sunday mornings.
I miss him.
The summer was boring after he left.
Who was going to play Canasta with me? Or build puzzles? Or realize that I needed chocolate as I studied for every test whether I asked for it or not?
I trudged around campus in a state of despair for days after he left.
Okay, I realize that the term “days” doesn’t make me sound very hopeless, but being the realist that I am made me see that milling around with my chin resting on my chest was only going to get me run over if I happened to miss the sidewalk and wander into traffic. I moped for an appropriate amount of time and then typed up a flyer for the campus bulletin board. “Roommate Wanted.”
I never needed to find a roommate before.