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David's leaning up against Mush, staring at Jack, cradling his secret close to his chest. Close to forgetting about it entirely, because when he’s with Jack, he doesn’t feel like he’s playing at anything — at striking, at being a newsie, at being a boy. He just does it, like it’s as easy as it is for Jack. Effortless; natural.
(Or: David Jacobs learns how to be who he wants to — in life, love, and labor rights.)
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“You could try some of my makeup, if you want.”
Bill thinks, and then finds that yes, actually, he does want that. He thinks of the months of buildup to prepare for last Halloween: sneaking into the bathroom when his mom was out to stare at his face in the mirror, packing on eyeshadow and blush, finally culminating in that bright red tube of lipstick, dangerous and beautiful, that he could wear because it was Halloween, because it was allowed.
“Okay.”(Or: Bill Haverchuck considers life, beauty, and Star Trek.)
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"I'll try anything once," Meeks says, and what Todd would give to live like that! To say, why not?, and give it a go, no gnawing in his stomach or panic clawing at his chest. He’d heard the argument enough as a kid, when he sat on the sidelines instead of going on a roller coaster or skiing or kayaking with everyone else: "How do you know you don't like it if you've never tried it?"
He's never had a good response. He doesn’t know, not really; maybe kayaking is his true passion. Maybe the open water and a paddle in his hand would make him feel freer than anything else, or maybe a book of poetry, a notebook and a pen; it doesn’t matter. He just knows he doesn’t want to do it.(Or: Todd Anderson, for the first time in his life, strikes a middle ground.)
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In 1915, the summer before Edwin’s final year at St. Hilarion’s, he came to the conclusion that he was going to Hell.
(Or: Edwin Paine goes to an art gallery and realizes he isn't normal. Over a century later, he realizes he doesn't have to be.)
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Todd considers his life in relation to Jeffrey, too. Good old Jeffrey Anderson. Does he have friends like Todd does, that read poetry to each other and run in the rain? Does he have a roommate at college that he whispers secrets to at night? Does he feel like Todd does: the same fear, desperation, dread?
Of course not. Jeffrey is the good, normal son. The one who scales poetry on a graph and wears raincoats so he doesn't get sick and miss two days of classes, like Todd does. The son who sleeps at night and doesn't spend hours in the dark mulling over his feelings, because Jeffrey is normal and Todd is not.(Or: Jeffrey visits Welton for a week, and Todd is finally seizing the day.)