12:37pm rolls around, a bit of time sliding by since midnight, when your dad's snores usually become the soundtrack of the night, courtesy of those thin walls in your house.

You're basically an adult now, college looming around the corner. But why the sneaking out like a rebellious teen you may ask? Well, partly because your parents aren't exactly thrilled about the whole "my kid's gay" conversation. They love you, make no mistake, but there's this teeny weeny bit of homophobia they can't seem to shake, even if they pretend otherwise.

You started to catch onto it pretty quick, like when they suddenly start setting you up with guys after you drop not-so-subtle hints about being gay and having a girlfriend. Parents, right?

So now, you and Lottie find yourselves stuck sneaking around like you're both fourteen, going through that #teenagerebellion phase.

Just as you're about to sneak your way past your parents' room, a loud car honk echoes through the neighborhood. Lottie. Maybe you two should come up with quieter ways to get each other's attention. Your mom's a light sleeper aka she’s wide awake now. You're fucked.