Will Grayson, Will Grayson
by John Green, David Levithan
Aaaah, I don't know. Lowercase will grayson was such a little shit at the beginning, I honestly sympathized more with his mother. (I think that officially makes me Old People.) It would have been a real slog to read about him if he'd kept on like that, but luckily he gains about 5 years of emotional intelligence in the space of two pages after he comes back from Chicago. The characters spend the entire rest of the book processing their emotions about/with one another. I don't know how accurate this is; I didn't date in high school.