You and Michael had been friends for yours, since you were little kids running around together. Now you were dating, for a few months at this point. You hadn't told anyone yet, but you got the feeling your friends were catching on.

You both purposely kept you relationship on-the-down-low as, it was hard enough being gay in the 80s, never mind yours and his parents, which were a whole other story.

One day the two of you were hanging around the Arcade at Freddy's Family Diner, as you often did. After a while of playing games you both snuck off into the bathroom, locking the two of you in a cubicle together as you both had a secret make out session. Michael's hand was around your waist, the other in your hair.

"God, I wish we didn't need to sneak around like this..." Michael muttered between kisses "'Cause, holy shit, it stinks in here- no pun intended."