![]() ![]() ![]() “You know more Theos? Give me their addresses so I can put an end to this madness.” He throws out his hands, like he’s ready to karate chop any passing Theos. “You’re my favorite Theo and all, but you’re not the only one.” I refuse for my existence to be mistaken as fiction, damn it! Maybe I should keep it simple. “But if the zombie-pirate apocalypse doesn’t happen, it’ll get confused as a fantasy novel. “How about Theo McIntyre: Zombie Pirate I say in the silence. Once he’s gone, I give Theo the why-didn’t-you-tell-Wade-about-us glare, but he turns away, eyes back on the bookshelves. My treat though.” I give Wade a gift card, leftover from my birthday last month. “I’m going to get an iced tea from the café. He still looks like himself for the most part-short hair, brown skin, wrinkled shirts-but I think he looks cooler with his glasses. “The horror,” Wade says, rubbing his eyes again because his new contacts are bothering him. ![]() “Only one person can make that happen,” I say. It is my least favorite section, but here we are because of Wade and Theo. We wander away from graphic novels and end up in the biography aisle. Secrets can turn people into liars, and my lying days are behind me. Theo was supposed to tell Wade about this new dating thing we’re trying out while he and Wade were running laps last period, but he bitched out. It’s routine after school for Theo, Wade, and me to go to the Barnes & Noble on the Upper West Side to do our homework, but classes are almost over. ![]()
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