Monday, September 10, 2012
GOLDEN BOYS, by Amber Green
With his easy laugh and knowing eyes, Jell grew up street, while I was raised to be a pillar of society. When the FBI asked me to betray him—the guy I've had a crush on since ninth grade—I went straight to Jell. Now he and I have one less secret between us. Which would be great if we didn't have to escape a psychiatric clinic in the middle of the night, half naked, with people shooting at us. The only refuge we can agree to head for is my crazy cousin Gator's retirement village.
Now w're lost. We're cold. And I've never been so alive.