Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 9
ending. But while his characters all ride off into the proverbial sunset, all sexually satisfied and in love, they all bear the scars of fighting for that love, just like in real life. Out and proud, Vic does not believe that love only comes in one form, one race, one gender and that not only is gender fluid, but sexuality as well. Vic loves to make people laugh and when he's not writing, or rather, procrastinating in writing, he's reading, playing the Sims 3, hanging out with his very supportive adopted family, talking to his adopted daughter, Catrina, seeking the man or men who can handle his crazy, stressful, soap opera-esque life and being distracted from his writing by drooling over pictures of John Barrowman and Shemar Moore.
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STUCK ON YOU
by Anna Birmingham
That's it! Look at me all covered in mud! This whole trip he's been pushing me or humiliating me in front of all the other archaeology students. I don't know what his problem is but I intend to find out... tonight I will get my revenge.
~ Darlene P
genre: contemporary
tags: college; enemies-to-lovers; bullying; hurt/comfort; in the closet; homophobia
word count: 8,357
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STUCK ON YOU
by Anna Birmingham
There's a fine line between love and hate. A few months ago, I'd have said that was a stupid cliché, a bit of poetic nonsense. My world could be easily divided into three groups: people I liked, people I didn't like, and people I didn't know. I believed that right up until the end of my second summer at college—the summer I met Logan.
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Chip, chip, chip. Scratch, scratch, scratch.
The sound of hammers and picks echoed around me. The midday sun beat down and made the hot and dusty earth that much hotter and dustier. I sat back on my heels, dropped my pick and yanked my t-shirt up and off over my head, using it to wipe the sweat from my face. I wished I'd had the foresight to wear a bandana like several of my fellow students. I adjusted my baseball cap and took a long swallow from my bottle of water. Damn, it was hot.
There were twenty of us out on this dig. Twenty of us who really should be doing something better than hacking away at sunbaked earth for days on end. I'd had this amazing idea that being on an archaeological dig for four weeks would be an easier credit than sitting through more lectures and turning in yet another report on the evolution of the Havasupai Indians. I figured that the same reasoning had been true for most of the people here. Sure, I loved history and the culture of our past, but I wasn't so sure that I wanted to be buried in it. Literally.
I drained the remains of my water and cast a glance around at my fellow diggers. I knew a few from my classes, but there were several new faces—including Logan Buchanan and his delightful jock friends. Why the hell Logan had turned up here was a mystery to me. The guy clearly had no interest in anything that didn't come with a cheerleader attached. He was one of those guys who had no doubt gotten into Utah State on a football scholarship and was looking for an easy ride.
Logan paused from his digging and looked up to see me watching him. His lip curled and he stood to tie back his dark blond hair into a ponytail.
"Can't take the heat, Gabriella?"
I shot him a look and pointedly ignored him, squatting back down to resume my own digging. My name is Gabe, but he insisted on calling me Gabriella. I suppose he thought he was being witty. His buddies and some of the girls on the dig did too. They hung on his every word. Not me. I just thought he was an arrogant ass. He knew that I was gay. I didn't particularly hide it from anyone. I assumed that's why he got off on calling me a girl's name. He didn't like me but to be honest, I didn't care. I wasn't gonna waste my time trying to be friends with a homophobic jerk.
Not long after, Professor Carter called time for lunch and we all collapsed gratefully under the sparse shade of a nearby fir tree. I made small talk with some of the students, before lying flat on my back to enjoy the heat of the sun on my skin. I covered my eyes with my cap and
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