"Robin. You are a lucky man. You get to be married to the best woman that has ever roamed the earth. She is supportive of whatever you do, unless you do drugs than you might as well know that she'll leave you in jail." I was making a toast to the new couple. Mom was looking at me, her eyes lined with tears. She forgave me. "Take care of her man. To the newlyweds!"

"To the newlyweds!" Everyone shouted, echoing me. The tears finally flooded my mom's eyes. I walked up to where she was, and hugged her. She whispered in my ear, "I forgive you." I just nodded and tried to hide the tears, that were now flowing from my eyes.

I did everything that was expected. I cheered when they came out of the building, I threw rice at them while they drove away, and even cried on cue. After most of the people left, though, I dropped my façade and walked over to the bar. I didn't want Robin to replace my dad. I had always hoped that she still loved him, but this just proves that I was very wrong. She replaced him. She always said I was like my dad. Does that mean she'll replace me someday so effortlessly? No, Harry. Stop thinking like that. You're just being paranoid. Stopitstopitstopit.

"Hey, man. What do you want?" I looked up and realised that the bartender was asking me what I wanted.

"Oh, uh I don't know. Just make it strong." He looked at me with pity.

"I.D. please?" I pulled out my fake I.D that listed me as 22 years old. He hardly looked at it. I could have shown him my real one and he wouldn't have noticed. He got my a glass of a light golden drink. It was probably something soft. I knew he felt sorry for me. I gulped it all down at once. Nah, he wasn't sympathetic. It was strong. I coughed and asked for another one. He looked at me funny, but gave me another drink.

"Hey, man. What's up?" I was drunk, so I could hardly stop the words from spilling out.

"Well, my mom just got remarried. Need I say more?" I laughed darkly. He nodded and hummed.

"Yeah man, that's rough. My mom got remarried too when I was younger. I hated the guy. He got drunk all the time. See this scar? And this one? And this one?" He pointed to lots of scars all over his face and arms. "That was all my dad. When my mom wasn't home, he would beat me. Eventually, he got arrested." He laughed. "I heard him try to open the door. I called the police. I left it on the counter and said our address really fast. Then, when he walked in and started to hit me, the police heard. I locked him in my room and waited on the front porch when the police came, I calmly led them to my dad. He was still banging on the door. When I opened it, he ended up hitting one of the policemen. He thought it was me!" He laughed so hard, I was afraid he would pass out. When he stopped, he looked at me and sobered up. At least you don't live with him." I was confused until I realised I was 22.
"Yeah. But it's still rough-"

"Whazz rufffff, big guyyy?" Someone slurred in my ear. I turned my head and saw a blond guy almost trip over himself. "WOOOW! Looookk at awwl that hairrrr!" His hand slipped through my hair, pulling it out until it was at its full length. "Wooow! You should straight it... I mean sraight... I mean strair... Whatever." He plopped down onto the bench next to me. "I'mm Niallll. Niall Whore... Haha. Kidding. That's what my friends call me. I'm actually Niall HorAN. I'm Irish, so kiss me!" He puckered his lips jokingly. I just looked at him. He popped one eye open. "Aren't you gayyy?" He hiccupped.

I threw my hands up in the air. "Is that a bad thing? Is there something wrong with being gay-" He answered me by kissing me. He pulled away and hiccuped again.

"I'm gayy-" Hiccup. "Tooooooo." Then he giggled like a little school girl.

"So, what's you're story?"

"I'm moving sch-" He glanced at the bartender. So he was under age too. He grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. He looked at the ground as he continued. "I was bullied at my old school. I was Irish and gay, which apparently is a crime. I always wanted to leave that school. Then a gang of guys stripped me and duct-tapped me to the front doors of the school. Then it was official. We moved here and so now I'm going to White Hall High School."

"No way!" I shrieked. Jumping up and down. "That's my school! Are you a senior?" He nodded, a glint of hope sparkling in his eyes.

"I have a friend!" He jumped to me and hugged me. I realised he was crying. "I have a friend!" He cried. He pulled away from the hug and held me arms length away. "A gay friend." He slowly stepped towards me, getting closer. "Is this- is this okay?" I only nodded and waited for his lips to touch mine.