Jen, being the awesome friend she is, gave him a funny look and simply said, “So?”
There’s no one else Chip would rather be with today, even if they both have to flounce around half-naked to hawk his sister’s swimsuits. Arms linked, they strut down the cobbled path in front of the vendor booths, squealing over cute boys holding hands, swiping any free swag they can grab. They pick up pens, notepads, backpacks, reusable shopping bags, postcards, stickers, pins…Chip feels like a kid at Christmas. Seeing older men with their arms around each other, obviously very much in love, makes his whole body tingle with pleasure. He needs a boyfriend—he tells Jen often enough. Problem is, he’s the only gay guy at their school.
“You’re not the only one,” Jen tells him as she catches sight of a booth up
