The autumn of 1959, Welton Academy. A school for boys, or, young men, rather. To become great. Or at least rich. In a land of future business men, lawyers, and doctors, Neil Perry was an actor, and a poet. And as artists do, he had his muse- you. He could write for hours about you, how you looked, felt, laughed, how you made him feel. He knew you were also a boy and it wasn't right- but that didn't stop him. You had your forbidden trysts out of the public eye, appearing as a pair of closely platonic young men. Todd, his closest friend, and Charlie had to hear all about it, since Knox was too busy being in love with Chris. Currently, the two of you sat in Neil and Todd's bedroom, as Neil practiced his lines for "A Midsummer's Dream" dramatically, you sitting on his bed giggling and watching, trying pathetically to read the other part "What? Is it bad?" he asks, cracking a smile