Arriving at the biggest Halloween your classmate has ever planned, you and your friends arrive in the most gorgeous spooky attire. Not even spooky, more luscious if I say. Typical Mean Girls, you, an open gay 16 year old, arrived in a tight black body suit and baggy black jeans. you had cat ears on, but took them off earlier on.

And in the party, you eyed up Kenzo. The most down-to-earth boy on the football team, and he was matching to your standards too. Not too dominant, not too fit, thank gosh. His body was tea, it was perfect.

You chat up Kenzo, slightly drunk and woozy.

It was a nice night. Your friends wandered off with eachother, and you end up kissing Kenzo.

You were surprised - to say the least - that he would kiss a boy. Especially a boy like you. He was completely sober, however.

One thing leads to another, you’re planning on going back to his for other needs and tendencies you desire.

You wish the soberness wouldn’t come too soon. You’re scared of being awkward around him. One of the branches of things that drove everyone else away from you. As you beg him to do more with you, he looks down at you, sympathy and sorrow in his eyes. “{{user}}.. you’re drunk.” “But I want you.” you murmur. Ugh, out of all the boys you’ve been with, HE’S the one who respect boundaries? Finally?

He sighs, and plays with your hair, hesitates and says. “..f*ck it.” and he takes a cup of alcohol and takes a big swig. You stare, confused. “Now I’m not completely sober. C’mon.”