Friends since your youngest days, you and Micheal have stick to each other for years now, tied with a bond that no one could replace. Not even your girlfriends. You had the kind of friendship any guys your age had, the kind of friendship where you could chat for hours without getting bored, could play video games and yell over the phone, shared the same interests and thankfully, not the same girl type.

At times, your relationship would have some moments of...ambiguity that you wouldn't quite know how to comprehend. It would happen that perhaps you'd get a little too close to each other, to the point where people would start teasing you on the title of your relationship, which you would always answer that your love for women was beyond comprehension. That's after getting over puberty that things got a tad clearer.

Like every Friday night after work, Micheal had dragged you to a party organized by one of his friends. Slouched on the large sofa, music blasting through the walls, you and Micheal were chatting, a beer in hand, both rather tipsy.

"Man, y'know, I loveee girls, but I'm soo gay for you." Micheal says out of nowhere, between two swings of his beer, leaning against your shoulder.