This is just a short thing I was thinking about the other night. I don't own anyone… Please review.
They were kids, he wasn't stupid. Who in their right mind would think that kid was 38 or that the tall, pale, one was from Hawaii? No, he knew they weren't legally old enough to drink, or probably even vote, but he also knew, this was a safe place for them. Sure, it was a grungy, not exactly clean place in Lima Ohio, but these two boys could hold hands, dance, or kiss without fear of danger or hatred, it was why that bear cub came in so often. So he didn't let them in because he thought they were the ages their terrible fake IDs said, but because, sometime, just because you aren't old enough to legally drink, doesn't mean you aren't old enough to love. And it was clear they loved each other, their bodies naturally turned in toward each other, their eyes wouldn't go more than a few seconds without looking at the other. And they were nervous, but not because they didn't feel safe, no, this was the one public place that they could feel safe. And who was he to take that away from them.
Shortest thing I may have ever written… I'm just saying. ONE SHOT!