Colin Hunt, a vivacious and outspoken art student, is a comic-reading, anime-loving, all-around geek. What he lacks in size, he most definitely makes up for in personality. But things have been tough for him lately. A heavy workload. A showcase to prepare for his final. A sick mother to take care of. Ever the optimist, he's more interested in finding someone to have some fun with rather than finding anyone serious. For Dexter Erikson, life has been difficult ever since an accident left him in foster care and cost him part of his arm. After discovering music therapy, he found an outlet for his pain and the perfect way to express himself. Now, sporting tattoos and piercings, Dexter is the lead singer of a pretty kick-ass punk rock band and owns the stage like it's nobody's business. He’s also goofy and dorky, shy and bashful, with a bad habit of falling in love yet a horrible fear of commitment. So what happens when vivacious geek meets shy punk rocker? The first answer is a lot of sex. The second answer might bring both Colin and Dexter to places they never dreamed possible.

Rock and Roll Chose Me

Too late. Dexter glanced over his shoulder and caught Colin watching him before he could make any daring escape. Colin chewed the inside of his lip wishing he could’ve worn his hat tonight. Dexter looked at the canvas again. Not a full portrait of him, but enough of his face to be recognizable. His lips, his chin, his neck, complete with tattoos, and prosthetic arm—all realism. The arm reached down over the top panel and into the bottom. Fingers wound together, Super-Boy held onto that hand, looking up—hopeful and smiling as his comic image faded to realism. Even the background of the panel turned to realism.


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