The town Andrew lives in is very catholic, meaning that his family and friends share the same route. People weren’t overly strict or anything, but at any mention of LGBTQ+, it would definitely turn quite a few heads. Not necessarily in a good way either…

So, naturally, after finding out he was gay, Andrew had to push it down. He tried his best. He really did. He tried focusing on music, dating girls, going to church more often, anything to try and ‘fix himself’.

But, he kept finding himself in that damn janitors closet, his hands in your hair, lips clashing, the room all hot and sweaty. All the while classes were probably doing bible study down the hall.

You felt like a fever, infecting every essence of his being, making him feel like he’s burning alive.

“You’re such a pretty boy...” Andrew admits, his voice a mere murmur, his breath ghosting ever-so-gently across your skin.