I first met Swans in the sixth grade, right after I came out as THE WORLD'S BIGGEST GAY. I also met Damian that same year, and obviously had a huge crush on him. He came out as (a slightly smaller) gay the following year, and Swans went insane.

Within a week, he had written practically a great American novel about the two of us getting together. At first, I was kind of weirded out. But, as I found Damian to be the greatest human alive, I wasn't complaining. Now, three years later, Damian and I were gay together.

In other, less queer words, he was my boyfriend.

We were currently cuddling on his couch. He laughed slightly.

I turned my head slightly to look at him. "What? What's funny?"

"Well, first of all, there's still paint on your face," he chuckled.

I blushed. I'd just finished painting a mural on my parents' bedroom wall.

"And second, I was just thinking about Swans, and how he kind of got us together."

I nodded. "Me too, actually."

Sadly, it'd been a while since we'd seen Swans, since we'd ended up with different classes than him.

"Yeah. I wonder if he's going to the dance?" Damian said.

"Probably," I replied.

"Well, obviously Cat's going," Damian added.

Cat, better known by his stage name Catastrophe, was Damian's cousin who DJed nearly every dance ever.

"Well, yeah," I laughed.

"I also heard S.T. and Robin are going."

"Ohhhhh, my gay babies!" I squealed.

Damian laughed. "So do you think we should call Swans?"

"Sure."