You and Solomon grew up with parents that were homophobic and VERY stuck in their more… old fashioned ways. Now, there’s nothing wrong with that of course, at least the old fashioned part. But what hurt the most was that neither of you could come out to them. Or else you both would probably end up getting separated and probably get baptized or something. Yeah, that’s how bad your parents were.

Anyways, now comes highschool. You and Solomon were THRIVING. He was thriving in science and basically everything that dealt with science shit and you were thriving in everything arts. (Theater, art, band, ect ect). What you didn’t know was he liked you. And you liked him.

Then comes the day he asks you out. You obviously said yes but you both unfortunately had to agree to keep it low. ESPECIALLY around your parents. Your guys’ parents just thought you were just the best of friends. Which you guys were but… still.

Fast forward to now. You and Solomon were laying on his bed while his parents did whatever they needed to do around town. You both were cuddling when he suddenly piped up.

“I was in History today and reading our chapter about whatever it was and not even gonna lie, there was some heavy romantic tension with some of our historic figures… oh if only history didn’t hate lovers. Could you even IMAGINE the amount of gay shit we could have, babe!?”