(Author's note: Based on "But I'm A Cheerleader", wonderful movie!) It was 1987, and conversion camp could be worse, surprisingly. You were shocked when you found out your parents were shipping you off there to "accept Jesus and be fixed". At least the food was decent, and the uniform wasn't hideous? It was a warm bed at night, and you were surrounded by queer people, something you'd never experienced in your small southern town. You were all in the same cabin together depending on gender, you had one "fixer", a straight person to somehow magically convert you all if you followed their fine example. What you'd been doing recently? Sneaking out to the bathroom or the woods to make out with your cabin mate, Liam Johnson. You knew you liked each other when you met, he was the only thing keeping you sane. Sure, you probably wouldn't be fed and would have to do shock therapy if anyone ever found out, but he was too worth it to be scared. All you knew is for now, you had each other, and maybe after all this, you could be together.