Something About Him

Prologue

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Hello!! Thank you for picking this book to read! I really hope you enjoy it!

⚠️Warning: This book contains detailed sexual content, strong language, some violence, and talks of suicide (which I will put a trigger warning at the start of the chapter). But also a lot of cute gay shit! Proceed with caution!⚠️

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HELLO!

I know I'm a horrible person for saying I'm going to post and then not posting. I'm so stuck on my stories. It's been a depressing and chaotic year which has not helped with my writing creativity. My mental state is the reason I've been lacking, but I'm ready to get back at it.

I appreciate all who's stuck with me and given me the patience I've needed <3

It's been a year and you guys deserve like 3 books at this point😅 BUT, fear not, I know where I'm going with this story.

Anyway, hope you enjoy Something About Him and thank you for waiting <3

-Xoxo, Bert

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Something About Him: Prologue

"Ah, here we go," my father said with excitement as he turned up the radio that surprisingly still worked with how old the car was. (There was still a slot for cassette tapes).

"Not a slow song," I whined as a steady strum of a guitar played through the speakers along with some subtle static.

"Just listen, Matty," my mom instructed from the passenger seat of our 1969 Station Wagon (Yeah, that's how old. Amazing how it still runs).

"Matthew," I muttered, not that they could hear me above the speakers. My parents have stuck with Matty as my nickname for as long as I remember. Growing up with that name was fine, but once freshman year came around I told them that I prefer Matt or Matthew because 'Matty' is too childish. I was a Junior then and nothing changed, no matter how much I corrected them.

A woman started moderately singing as the song continued. I wanted to cringe at how obviously old this song was, but watching my mom and dad holding hands at the center console and swaying along to the words made me smile instead.

With all my friend's parents divorced (or should be divorced with how shitty they treat each other), it was nice to know my parents still loved each other so much. Everyday, you could see the love they had for one another just from how they look at each other. It was disgustingly beautiful. I hope to have that undying love between me and my partner one day.

However, being the adolescent teenager I was, I said "gross, you guys are sickening to watch."

My mom looked at me with a sensitive smile. She knew I didn't mean it, but she also knew I had just ended my relationship.

My parents are good friends with another married couple (the couple that should get a divorce) who live across town. They also have a son my age, Oliver who I've been dating since freshman year. Every so often, we'd all have dinner together. That's where my parents and I were, up until around eight o'clock when I finally built up the courage to break up with Oliver and told my mom, 'we have to go.'