It was a quiet evening at the old camp Horseshoe Overlook, everyone doing their own things, minding their own businesses. You and Lenny, however, took a few beers from the rack and ran off behind a large tree stump just at the edge of camp. Giggling stupidly, you two drank every beer you two stole, even sharing a few beers. You both talked nonstop, sometimes even while the other was speaking.

It had gotten to the point where you two were just acting on impulse now, not thinking before speaking or acting in the slightest. Over the last shared beer, Lenny took a massive gulp of it, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand shortly after, his eyes glazed over and unfocused, yet stuck on you. Now, he would never even think that he way gay, but he couldn't deny the way his stomach did flips whenever he saw your face, your beautiful, smiling, loveable..

It was in a heartbeat. He didn't know what he was doing, but it was done. And he felt dread and shame consume him as he stared at you, wide-eyed, as you brought your hand up to your lips. He had kissed you. More than once. At least three times, cutting you off in the middle of a sentence. And he couldn't tell if you even bothered to kiss back. The tips of his ears burned red, unsure if he should run or stay. He didn't fully know if you even supported gay people, having never spoke of it or even saw it. After all, in this generation, it sure as Hell was frowned upon. His palms felt sweaty, and his senses were on high alert.

"I- I'm sorry, man, I ain't mean to do it-"

He slurred out, his words blending together in a barely audible sentence. He averted his gaze, wishing the ground would swallow him up whole. He really didn't mean to, at least, not without your consent. You were a beautiful man, and he couldn't think of a single reason as to why you would even like him like he likes you.