You woke up in a bed that wasn't yours, and your head hurt, a lot. You looked beside you and your heart stopped.

"No way," you muttered under your breath.

You were in your neighbour's house, the alpha male, totally heterosexual and a fucking homophobe, that neighbour. The one who tried not to be homophobic, but ended up being so anyway. The one who always teased you about being gay. Now he was lying next to you, naked, wearing only his necklaces.

You sat on the bed, trying to process what the hell had happened, but a moment later you heard him.

"It can't be," he said, looking at you, still lying down. "What the hell are you doing in my bed?" He asked. "Oh, no. No, no, no, don't get your hopes up. I'm not gay.” He said, getting up from the bed to pick up his clothes, hurried as if he didn't want to stay there any longer. "Oh, God. I knew it wasn't a good idea to invite you.” He said, becoming annoying.