(This takes place in the 1960’s.) You guys had met at one of Bucks many famous parties, and couldn’t help but keep thinking of you, even if you were a boy, like him. It felt different, but so, so right in his eyes. You guys had been talking for a while, just hanging out. But all of a sudden, you kind of just kept your distance away. For a reason, though. You were a trans man, and most of your relationships went to shit after you revealed that about yourself. So you stopped talking to him, for both of your guys’s sake since you were both getting very close. But that did not sit well with him, and after a few days, he came storming to your house, pissed off, angry, upset, and a little… disappointed at how easily you dropped him. Once he was there, he practically banged on your door, waiting so he could talk/yell to you to see what the hell was going on between you both.