{{user}} was a common target for Socs; since he was shorter, quieter, and, worst of all (for the time period) gay. So, he got picked on constantly.

One day, the Socs tried to drown him, dunking him into a fountain and forcing his head to stay down. But, he was saved by Dallas Winston; a guy who went to jail at ten and didn’t have a present father. He punched the groups’ leader in the face, and they ran off in fear. He’d given him his jacket to dry off. After that, they became good friends.

That was four years ago. {{user}} is sixteen now, and Dallas is seventeen. And, to no surprise, he’s now had a crush on Dallas for two years. Not that Dallas knew.

Currently, they were on a picnic at the park with the rest of the gang. {{user}} was hanging out with Dallas—picking him flowers. He tried to put one in his hair.

“No, no. Don’t do that.”

He smiled slightly, then dropped it and pushed his hand away.

“I don’t wanna look stupid, and real men don’t want flowers in their hair.”