Wow, haven't uploaded in anything in about what? Two, three years? Oh gosh golly. D: To those of you that have me on your alerts list, please read my profile about the future of my two Naruto stories.

On a side note, this will be my first -Man fan fiction ever. So I apologize in advance for any OOCness and in future stories. If there will be any.

This will mostly be a drabble series, mostly of Laven based ones and will only be updated when I feel like it.

Disclaimer: I highly doubt I would be writing this if I owned anything.

Allen was spending the night today. It's been a while since we've seen each other; a few months I believe. We've only kept in contact through text messaging. Allen is one of the people who find it awkward to talk through phone.

We're sitting in the living room, Allen sitting Indian style on the love seat and I lying down on the couch. The TV playing a movie in front of us; Santa's Slay is what it's called. Something about Santa being the devil's who lost a bet and now having to deliver gifts and be nice for a thousand years. I wasn't paying much attention to it, having already watched it before. Allen was the one who suggested watching it.

It was halfway through the movie when Allen said something I never expected him to say. I was busy looking at the ceiling when he said it.

"…I've been given a hand job. I won't tell you who did it though."

It stunned me a bit. I never took him as someone who would say that. Maybe that was the reason he wanted to come over, to talk?

After a short paused I replied back to him, "Was it a boy?" From my tone, I didn't sound all that surprised, maybe not even caring. It was the first question that popped into my head, seeing that he wouldn't tell me who it was. I'm guessing it might have been a boy though. Maybe if it was a girl he might have told me who. Maybe.

It wasn't like I cared if it was a boy or not. I wasn't against homosexuality, and I wasn't a firm believer in god either, being Agnostic. Allen was a Catholic though and I'm guessing this has caused some inner conflict within him.

"…Yes." He said after a short pause.

"A friend?"

"Yes."

"Well, do you feel like a sinner?" The word sinner had a bitter taste in my mouth. The word sometime made me cringe when I thought of it. It sounded so…harsh.

"I've repented over and over. But I still feel like it's not enough."

"Do you think you'll be friends with this person again?" I asked him when I thought of something to say back, but I have a feeling that I already know the answer. It would be hard to bounce a friendship back from something like that.

"No, I don't think so." Allen sounded a little unsure, but I still doubt any hope about the friendship.

I thought for a while, still looking up at the ceiling. I took a side glance to Allen; he was still watching the movie. We haven't really looked at each other through the whole conversation.

"Well, do you think god hates homosexuals?" I knew the answer to this one too, but I still felt the need to ask it for some reason.

"Yes, I do." He said after another pause.

"Then, it's your choice about what you're going to do," I said. I didn't have a clue about how to help, or comfort Allen in his situation. But at the same time, I didn't really care about it.

I think Allen knows that.

So yeah. I really don't know what the fuck this is, but this conversation actually happened between a friend and I. Guess which one I was. :D