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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS:
a cognizant v5 release september 06 2010
We acknowledge that Jodi Reamer is a kickass agent, and furthermore acknowledge that she could beat both of us at once at arm-wrestling.
We acknowledge that picking your friends nose is a personal choice, and may not be suitable with all personalities.
We acknowledge that this book probably wouldnt exist if Sarah Urist Green hadnt laughed out loud when we read the first two chapters to her a long time ago in an apartment far, far away.
We acknowledge that we were a little disappointed to learn that the Penguin clothing brand is in no way related to the Penguin publishling company, because we were hoping for a discount on smart polo shirts.
We acknowledge the unadulterated fabulousness of Bill Ott, Steffie Zvirin, and Johns fairy godmother, Ilene Cooper.
We acknowledge that in the same way that you could never see the moon if it wasnt for the sun, theres no way youd ever get to see us if it wasnt for the magnificent and continual brightness of our author friends.
We acknowledge that one of us cheated on the SATs, but he didnt mean to.
We acknowledge that nerdfighters are made of awesome.
We acknowledge that being the person God made you cannot separate you from Gods love.
We acknowledge that we timed the completion of this book in order to persuade our masterful editor, Julie Strauss-Gabel, to name her child Will Grayson, even if its a girl. Which is somewhat disingenuous, because we should probably be the ones naming babies after her. Even if theyre boys.
chapter one

When I was little, my dad used to tell me, Will, you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you cant pick your friends nose. This seemed like a reasonably astute observation to me when I was eight, but it turns out to be incorrect on a few levels. To begin with, you cannot possibly pick your friends, or else I never would have ended up with Tiny Cooper.
Tiny Cooper is not the worlds gayest person, and he is not the worlds largest person, but I believe he may be the worlds largest person who is really, really gay, and also the worlds gayest person who is really, really large. Tiny has been my best friend since fifth grade, except for all last semester, when he was busy discovering the sheer scope of his own gayness, and I was busy having an actual honest-to-God Group of Friends for the first time in my life, who ended up Never Talking to Me Again due to two slight transgressions:
1. After some school-board member got all upset about gays in the locker room, I defended Tiny Coopers right to be both gigantic (and, therefore, the best member of our shitty football teams offensive line) and gay in a letter to the school newspaper that I, stupidly, signed.
2. This guy in the Group of Friends named Clint was talking about the letter at lunch, and in the process of talking about it, he called me a bitchsquealer, and I didnt know what a bitchsquealer was, so I was like, What do you mean? And then he called me a bitchsquealer again, at which point I told Clint to fuck off and then took my tray and left.
Which I guess means that technically I left the Group of Friends, although it felt the other way around. Honestly, none of them ever seemed to like me, but they were around, which isnt nothing. And now they arent around, leaving me utterly bereft of social peers.
Unless you count Tiny, that is. Which I suppose I must.

Andbutso a few weeks after we get back from Christmas break our junior year, Im sitting in my Assigned Seat in precalc when Tiny waltzes in wearing his jersey tucked into his chinos, even though football season is long over. Every day, Tiny miraculously manages to wedge himself into the chair-desk beside mine in precalc, and every day, I am amazed he can do it.
So Tiny squeezes into his chair, I am duly amazed, and then he turns to me and he whispers really loudly because secretly he wants other people to hear, Im in love. I roll my eyes, because he falls in love every hour on the hour with some poor new boy. They all look the same: skinny and sweaty and tan, the last an abomination, because all February tans in Chicago are fake, and boys who fake tanI dont care whether theyre gayare ridiculous.
Youre so cynical, Tiny says, waving his hand at me.
Im not cynical, Tiny, I answer. Im practical.
Youre a robot, he says. Tiny thinks that I am incapable of what humans call emotion because I have not cried since my seventh birthday, when I saw the movie All Dogs Go to Heaven. I suppose I should have known from the title that it wouldnt end merrily, but in my defense, I was seven. Anyway, I havent cried since then. I dont really understand the point of crying. Also, I feel that crying is almostlike, aside from deaths of relatives or whatevertotally avoidable if you follow two very simple rules: 1. Dont care too much. 2. Shut up. Everything unfortunate that has ever happened to me has stemmed from failure to follow one of the rules.
I know love is real because I feel it, Tiny says.
Apparently, class has started without our knowing, because Mr. Applebaum, who is ostensibly teaching us precalculus but is mostly teaching me that pain and suffering must be endured stoically, says, You feel what, Tiny?
Love! says Tiny. I feel love. And everyone turns around and either laughs or groans at Tiny, and because Im sitting next to him and hes my best and only friend, theyre laughing and groaning at me, too, which is precisely why I would not choose Tiny Cooper as my friend. He draws too much attention. Also, he has a pathological inability to follow either of my two rules. And so he waltzes around, caring too much and ceaselessly talking, and then hes baffled when the world craps on him. And, of course, due to sheer proximity, this means the world craps on me, too.
After class, Im staring into my locker, wondering how I managed to leave The Scarlet Letter at home, when Tiny comes up with his Gay-Straight Alliance friends Gary (who is gay) and Jane (who may or may not beIve never asked), and Tiny says to me, Apparently, everyone thinks I professed my love for you in precalc. Me in love with Will Grayson. Isnt that the silliest crap you ever heard?
Great, I say.
People are just such idiots, Tiny says. As if theres something wrong with being in love.
Gary groans then. If you could pick your friends, Id consider Gary. Tiny got close with Gary and Jane and Garys boyfriend, Nick, when he joined the GSA during my tenure as a member of the Group of Friends. I barely know Gary, since Ive only been hanging around Tiny again for about two weeks, but he seems like the normalest person Tiny has ever befriended.
Theres a difference, Gary points out, between being in love and announcing it in precalc. Tiny starts to talk and Gary cuts him off. I mean, dont get me wrong. You have every right to love Zach.
Billy, says Tiny.
Wait, what happened to Zach? I ask, because I could have sworn Tiny was in love with a Zach during precalc. But forty-seven minutes have passed since his proclamation, so maybe hes changed gears. Tiny has had about 3,900 boyfriendshalf of them Internet-only.
Gary, who seems as flummoxed by the emergence of Billy as I am, leans against the lockers and bangs his head softly against the steel. Tiny, you being a makeout whore is so not good for the cause.
I look way up at Tiny and say, Can we quell the rumors of our love? It hurts my chances with the ladies.
Calling them the ladies doesnt help either, Jane tells me.
Tiny laughs. But seriously, I tell him, I always catch shit about it. Tiny looks at me seriously for once and nods a little.
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