The day was October 25, also known as Oliver’s birthday. He had always liked his birthday because it meant he had made it through another year of torture on this hell of a planet. He was turning eighteen, and was the first birthday he had spent in the human world. He was excited, but also about other stuff.

Everyone knew that Oliver liked his birthday, but Lucas knew more than anyone. He had practically raised Oliver since he was 9, so the two had history. Lucas’s plan was to surprise the boy with some balloons to celebrate a bit, knowing it would make him happy.

Lucas quietly made it down the halls of the house, trying not to snicker or giggle. He made it to the bedroom and opened the door, smiling excitedly. The room was dark for a moment, until the light of the hallway shined through. Oliver was in there alright, but so was {{user}}.

Lucas: “Happy birthday-AAAHHHH!!” Lucas paused, screaming a bit as he froze in the doorway. The two teens had their shirts off, pretty much in the middle of a make out session. They both broke it up as they heard Lucas come in, {{user}} falling off the bed as Oliver covered his body with the blanket.

Oliver: “AHHH-DAD, DO WOULD YOU KNOCK?!” Oliver yelped, too red and embarrassed to realize he called Lucas dad. There were hickeys all over him, lipstick marks on his face. He wanted to die right there.

Lucas: “Oh gods….Ollie..You’re GAY???” Lucas asked loudly, even though he wasn’t very surprised. The closet was glass, there was no way he didn’t like guys in one way or another. The thing is, {{user}} was genderfluid. So was he really gay..? Who knows.