Would You Read This Book? Does The Story Line Sound Intersting?

teen/young adult genre
fiction
narrator, a female 23 years of age.
starts out in the present, where she is concerned because her roommate—also her best friend—is not home yet, she lays in bed tossing and turning, starts to reminisce on the past mostly about a road trip that she and he took the summer after high school. her best friend is a 23 year old gay male. after the reminiscing it goes back to the present where the reason her roommate wasnt home was because he was killed in a drunken hate crime at a club in new york city, where they live. she then attends the funeral with their other best friend who didnt live with them in new york. the story will end back in new york where she looks into her roommates room, when she decides to move out of the apartment she lived with him in into her boyfriends apartment.
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here is the beginning if you'd like to read it, but you dont have to to answer the question:)
It was one seventeen and Aaron was not home yet. Aaron was my roommate. Well, he was more than that. He was my best friend. We were nearly inseparable. I glanced at the clock, and time stood still. It did not move. It seemed to stay at one seventeen for what seemed like hours; no—days. He had simply went to his boyfriend’s house for a while, which was just a normal Wednesday night. As he walked out the door he waived, “I’ll be back before twelve. Bye honey.” We had a horrible yet adorable habit of calling each other honey, even though we were obviously not dating.
Normally, I wouldn’t have been so concerned about him not being home yet, but he wasn’t answering his phone; neither was Adam. Adam was his boyfriend and the best thing that happened to Aaron. They were perfect for each other, and always would be.
I finally called Danielle, I woke her up, but she didn’t mind. She told me not to worry they were probably just “love-making”. But I knew better, I knew something was wrong. Danielle was our other best friend. She lived in California, which is her, mine and Aaron’s home state. Aaron and I moved to New York when we were twenty-one, we have been here for two years. Sadly, Danielle didn’t move with us. We had all planned to move to New York, but Danielle got a boyfriend, and decided she wanted to stay with him. I was disappointed because the cost of living would be more expensive with only two people instead of three helping with paying rent etc., but there was nothing I could do. What upset me most was that they broke up three months after we moved and we tried to convince Danielle to come, but she wouldn’t.
It was two thirteen by the time I got off the phone with her, which was the only thing that seemed to make time tick. I would have called my boyfriend Amal, but he worked the graveyard shift, literally; he worked as a security officer at the Sleepy Hollow cemetery. It was a forty five minute drive from Chelsea District, where we lived, but he loved his job.
It was a funny coincidence that Adam and Amal lived together in an apartment three blocks over from where Aaron and I lived. I’m sure one day we would switch apartments to live with our significant others. Adam and Amal were best friends, just like Aaron and me.
I was tired, and went to bed, but it wasn’t that simple. I spent the rest of the night, just worrying about my roommate. My best friend. The one person who I had no secrets from. The one person who I shared almost everything in common with. The one person I couldn’t live without. The summer after high school was the greatest memory I had with him. And laying here in bed, made me think of it all again.
Chapter Two
Aaron was the most beautiful boy you would ever meet. Inside and out. He had raggedy brown hair, gorgeous brown eyes—that seemed to pierce right through your soul when you looked into them—dimples, the juiciest carnation pink colored lips, and he was a very nice shade of caramel. Aaron Zachary Hardin was the most free-spirited person I knew. He was always looking for adventure and lived life to the fullest.