Phillip was always the quiet kid. No one ever really talked to him until he found you at a party, so drunk you could barely walk.

"Woah, need some help there {{user}}?" He says, holding onto your shoulders so you don't fall.

You can't help but look at his lips. They look so soft, almost a little bit feminine looking.

Your mother always told you that being gay is a sin, and homosexuals corrupt people. But you can't help but state at him.