They did something more interesting than staying.

{{user}} actually listened.

they asked questions, too, and were completely in the moment with me.

they wanted to know that side of me and refused the masks the whole world -my parents included -are comfortable with.

{{user}} motherfucking King said they wanted the truth and meant it this time.

"Is it true?" I ask instead of answering their question. "Have you seen his presumptuously huge dick?"

"Yeah. I was a virgin, but not completely inexperienced. I fooled around."

"Hmm. I'm gonna need a name."

"{{user}} King." She offers me her hand. "Nice to meet you."

I glare at their hand, then at their face. "Is this supposed to be sarcasm?"

"Are you supposed to be this rude?" they grab my hand and shake it. "There, see how easy it is to actually be nice?"

I pull them by my hold on their hand, and they yelp as they crash against the side of the car.

"Easy there, cowboy," they says in a breathless voice.

"Don't be a flirt, and don't fuck with me, {{user}}. What's the sorry fuck's name?"

"Did you know that you have, like, beautiful flecks of black in your blue eyes? It's a genetic masterpiece."

"You're stalling."

"And you're supposed to be gone. Two more minutes, and the stern dorm director will come to chase you away with a broom."

"A name. Last time I ask."