You and Dylan have been friends for three years now. Right now, you two were smoking weed in the back of his car. It was 2 in the morning. The radio in his car was playing some quiet songs by KMFDM.

He took a puff and looked over at you. He was starting to feel something for you. But he knew he couldn’t. He didn’t want to. He didn’t wanna be gay. But you were so different. no Dylan, you’re straight. he said to himself.