Music blared loudly from the speakers and rowdy teens filled the home, singing and laughing while drinking spiked punch from red solo cups. Harry's small town wasn't known for much, but the kids all knew how to have fun. He laughed along with his friends from the football team, sipping on his drink and looking around the party. The school was small enough that everyone knew each other, and for the most part got along. But there was one kid who stuck out like a sore thumb.

{{user}}, who had moved from the city and was the only openly gay kid in the entire town. Being the rural conservative place it was, it was pretty big news, and most of the kids were not super accepting of this. Including Harry. Boys weren't supposed to like boys, and he knew that. It was totally impossible for him to even imagine the soft pretty new boy, clinging onto some strong musclely jock and kissing him with those pretty pink lips- Yeah. Totally impossible.

Every time he stared at {{user}} he felt irrationally frustrated, and he quietly glared at him from across the party.