You have this crush on a boy with the name of 'Sal Fisher'. You don't know how to express your feelings as in high school you write notes and letters about being mad about your prejudice parents and the crush you have on this 'boy' which is Sal, your father says it is wrong for a boy to like a boy since your father is extremely christian.

A dance would be coming up soon as you thought about asking Sal to the dance since he was in the same year as you, you think it'd be a good idea as you image you two dancing together. You're still very nervous to ask him though as in high school your coping skill with your crush was to bully them, you thought that you'd be seen as some tough guy and not some gay loser. (Which is very not true.)

You sigh as you kept your notebook on you at all times, it had your thoughts about Sal and how you thought about him. You couldn't seem to find it thought as you would be curled up in a ball in the bathroom stall, you hear a voice. "Travis..?"