The State of Us by Shaun David Hutchinson
English | 2020 | Children/Young Adult | ePUB | 3.3 MB
Shaun is a major geek and all about nerdy shenanigans. He is the of many queer books for young adults. He currently lives in Seattle and watches way too much Doctor Who.
When Dean Arnault’s mother decided to run for president, it wasn’t a surprise to anyone, least of all her son. But still that doesn’t mean Dean wants to be part of the public spectacle that is the race for the White House-at least not until he meets Dre.
The only problem is that Dre Rosario’s on the opposition; he’s the son of the Democratic nominee. But as Dean and Dre’s meet-ups on the campaign trail become less left to chance, their friendship quickly becomes a romantic connection unlike any either of the boys have ever known.
If it wasn’t hard enough falling in love across the aisle, the political scheming of a shady third-party candidate could cause Dean and Dre’s world to explode around them.
It’s a new modern-day, star-crossed romance about what it really means to love your country-and yourself-from the acclaimed author of We Are the Ants and Brave Face, Shaun David Hutchinson.
THE PHOTOGRAPHER WAVED at me. “Move in a little closer. I’m sure he won’t bite.” I threw a glance at my mother, who was clustered off to the side with the Rosarios, laughing at something someone had said, though I couldn’t imagine what anyone could possibly find amusing about this situation.
“He’s wrong, you know,” Andre said quietly as I scooted closer to him. “I do bite.”
Andre had huge eyes that were an algae green, framed by long eyelashes. His dark hair was wavy, hung down over his forehead, and it managed to look like he spent a lot of time styling it and also like he rolled out of bed with it looking that way. I admit to being jealous. I’d had the same haircut my entire life, and I doubted Nora, my mom’s campaign manager, would have allowed me to change it without first polling potential voters.
I threw my arm around Andre’s shoulders and put on my most winning smile to prove to him that he couldn’t get to me.
“That’s it!” the photographer said, and started snapping away.
This wasn’t the first time I’d met Andre Rosario. Our parents’ campaigns crossed paths more often than people might expect. I also knew him from Dreadful Dressup, the website where he and his partner, Mel, posted photos and videos of monster makeup tutorials. Before Mr. Rosario had won the Democratic Party’s nomination, more people had recognized Andre’s name than his father’s. But this was the first time we’d said more than five words to one another, and I honestly wasn’t yet sure whether to treat him as friend or foe.
“I didn’t pick them out,” I said, trying to make conversation while the photographer moved us into different positions.
“The socks.” I raised my pant leg to reveal one of the socks, which were gray with bright cartoon bumblebees on them. They didn’t really match the suit. “A stylist chose them for me.”