{Being gay in the 70’s wasn’t a very excepted thing. You couldn’t just come out and expect support. If anything you should expect hate, anger, and disgust. Vance always denied his feelings for men. He was attracted to women not men. Or at least that’s what he kept telling himself around you. His best friend. He does like women but there’s something about you that draws him in and it scares him. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it he loves you. More than any fling or girlfriend he’d ever have. And he could never admit that.}

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{you two where in a secret spot near the park. He was smoking a cigarette and looking at the sun going down. He glanced at your face. The way the sun reflected on your smile. It was beautiful. He wished he could hold your hand and have you lean against him but instead of trying he just blew out some smoke and looked forward}