"What?" Dave asked, his voice squeaking. He looked between his two best friends his eyes opening wide. "They think your gay." Marty said, his face blank as he clarified, Todd unable to hold in his snickers. "But I'm not gay!" Dave said loudly, ducking his head when he realized he was drawing attention to himself. "I'm not gay." He repeated in a lower volume. "That's not as bad as who they think your gay for." Todd said through immature giggles. "What? I'm gay with someone? Who am I gay with?" Dave asked in a hurry, stepping closer to Todd. Monty stepped up when his friend bursts into peals of laughter. "Chris D'Amico." He said flatly.

"What! Why him? Why? Why do they think that? Whose they? Everyone? Of fuck, this fucking-"

"Hey Dave." Katie said with a giggle as a group of her friends walked up to him. Dave looked at his friends to concur that she was talking to him. "Hey, uh, Katie." He said after a moment, pushing his glasses higher up his nose. "We were wondering if you wanted to come to the mall with us, after school, maybe?" She asked, her friends nodded behind her eagerly. "Well, I, uh would have to check in with my-" he began to say Dad but was once again cut off. "Your boyfriend. Oh! He can come to. You guys are so cute together. It's fine Valerie's bringing her boyfriend to and we already checked in; he's totally fine with you guys being gay." Katie promised earnestly, putting a hand on her arm. "He said he totally guessed anyway." The girl that must have been Valerie spoke.

Dave couldn't believe this was happening, the girl he had crushed on since he first laid eyes on her was asking him to go to the mall with him... Him and his.. Boyfriend? Dave huffed out a nod. "Yeah, I'll ask.. Chris?" He said as more of a question then a statement. "Great!" She chirped her and her posse of attractive girls walking down the hallway. "Dude." Marty said, stepping infront of him. "You could have told her. Are you seriously going to ask fuckin D'Amico to go to the mall? What happens when he finds out; he's going to get your ass fucking killed."

"Why do they even think that in the first place? This came out of no where, man." Dave whined, slumping against the lockers with a huff. "Well, man, you were naked when they found you. He called the ambulance. Everyone is saying you were defending him on a date or whatever, it was on the news and everything. Everyone already thinks Chris is gay anyway." Todd answered with a shit eating grin, laying a hand on his shoulder that seemed more teasing them comforting. "Put it this way, everyone thinks your bad ass and brave and stuff." Marty said with a sarcastic smile. Dave rolled his eyes, "Thanks."

The bell rang through the halls but the three didn't move from where they were and after a moment and the halls had cleared, in which Dave got numerous odd looks and offers to go do girly things with girls Dave dreamed about putting his dick in to, Todd sat up. "Let's get out of here." He said, which Dave new meant lets go to Atomic Comic and read old editions of Thor till he felt good about himself. "Yeah, ok." Dave agreed. He wasn't really one for skipping school but he did not feel like this today. Not when his apperent boyfriend was Chris fucking D'Amico and all the guys were asking if he was getting some on the reg by the richest boy in all of fucking New York.

Dave had never liked his shitty school on account of its shitty-ness and horrible food and shitty people and lack of good teachers and lack of basically anything a mediocre school had but atleast they could walk out the front door without a fucking second glance.

Dave lazily peddled on his bike as his friends walked next to him, the walk to Atomic Comics wasn't that far but the trip exhausted him more than he thought it would and by the time he chained his bike to the rack he needed more than a nap he needed to be out into a coma for, like, 3 years. Maybe by the time that was over he could forget all about this gay stuff. He slumped into the booth, laid his hands on his head and moaned out his displeasure. "This sucks." He said, lifting his head then banging it back onto the table. Which did nothing but dig the bottom of his glasses into his cheeks. Atleast his friends were nice enough to give him his space and share the booth opposite him.

"It could be worse." Todd said. "No it couldn't." Marty rebuddled. And with Dave fell asleep.

He dreamt that he and Chris were watching the new Star Trek movie on his couch, a bowl of popcorn in his lap. Super heros were more his thing but for some reason his mind figured Chris would be into that kind of stuff. They sat close, there sides pressed together ankle to shoulder. There hands were linked together, his thumb running over the back of Chris's. He was smiling, looking at Chris like he was the best thing in the whole fucking world.

Chris was talking animatedly about how Chris Pine may be a good actor but he was no Whilliam Shatner and Zachory Quinto did make an acceptable Spock but only because he also liked him in American Horror Story in which he had many emotions like being a skin peeling phsycopath. Before he new it he was doing the lame fake stretching thing and putting his arm around the others shoulders. In which Chris called him out on how fucking lame that was and that he had better be glad he was acceptable to look at or Chris would just leave and never come back but then they were vigorously attempting to suck each other's face off. Dave had Chris pressed into his couch shoving his tongue down the other boys throat. In his dream Chris was moaning and unbuttoning his pants only to be interupted by Chris's body guard shouting Dave's name and putting a gun to his head. He heard the sound of the gun shot and then he awoke.

He shot up quickly, his glasses hanging off one ear and a red line running down his left cheek. He looked up at Marty who was staring at him with wide, panicked eyes. Todd gestured to Dave's left with a nod of his head and a curve of his hand and it took him a moment to proses he should look that way. When he did he saw a blurry out line of none other then the previously mentioned Chris Fucking D'Amico looking down at him with a scowl and his giant goon standing behind him with his arms crossed, looking especially violent today. "H-hi." Dave said after a moment, fixing his glasses swiftly with awkward fingers. Finally Chris spoke up.

"We need to talk... Alone."

Wow, ok, guys. I just watched Kick Ass 2 and let me just tell you, seeing Chris in those fucking low collar, loose, black shirts made me think about how hot and gay he is ok. Anyway, here it is kiddies. I got this idea when my brother said 'Wow, weren't those to dating in the first movie?' yep that's it. That's the inspiration. Next chapter coming soon, also I'm gonna need your guys'a help with the next chapter js! So be prepared!

-Zillah