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A couple weeks passed in agony, and neither Dave nor Mike brought up the incident again. It was the last period of the day, when Ms. Rodgers made an announcement.

"Tomorrow is prom guys and gals! So make sure you get your hot dates. I, for one, will be asking out the cutie pie P.E. teacher, Ms. Jones; humma humma." She smacked her lips, as if tasting the sweet skin of Ms. Jones right in front of them. Mike almost puked. His impression of the math teacher was sinking like the Titanic.

Suddenly, right in the middle of lesson, Dave swung vigorously out of his chair, and with a grand gesture, kneeled before Debbie Stone, and took her soft hands in his chiselled ones. Everyone, including Mike, held their breath and watched. Debs squealed, like the pig she was.

"Debbie, oh darlin' Debs, will you do me the honour of going to prom with me. I'm sorry this isn't so romantic, but I just couldn't hold it in myself to wait until after school." Debs giggled and nodded her head frantically, and immediately updated her Facebook status. What a bitch.

Mike died inside and cried silently, looking mournfully out of the window, his eyes set on the golden sun which reminded him of Dave's perfect locks. He continued staring until his eyes began to drip crimson blood. His tears evaporated into the air, so no-one noticed. Not that they would care to begin with. His painful session was disturbed by the fucking bell ringing. Though, in this case, it was Mike's lifelife, as the second it went off, he jumped out of his chair and leapt out of the window, the glass shattering and shards cutting into him, just how he liked it.

He landed on the Terenzi's illegally rented "ice cream truck", which they actually used to transport their drugs. Since the incident, Mike hadn't tasted the sweet hash as it reminded him of the delectable taste of Dave's saliva. Mike ran off to the outskirts of the school area, where he knew there was a field of nettles awaiting him.

Once he arrived, he stripped naked aside from his underwear and lay down in the field of nettles. His pale, pristine skin was cut into sharply by the plants, and all his nerves were set alight with stinging, yet delicious, pain. He watered the weeds with his tears. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't hate Dave. In fact, he finally came to realize, he was in love with Dave. But Dave would never love him. No-on could, aside from Trike. But then, Mike's angst filled thoughts were broken by a voice he didn't expect to hear: one which haunted his dreams at night.

"Stop! You're hurting yourself Mike." It was Dave! He had come all the way to find Mike, just as he had two weeks ago. A flush ran up Mike's body when he thought of that kiss – if it could be called that – which they had shared. Dave picked up his motionless body, bridal style, and hefted him into soft clover. He lay down next to Mike.

"Why would you do that, Mike?" asked Dave, the worry evident in his voice.

"Because…You wouldn't understand Dave." Mike whispered through grinding teeth. He felt regret for throwing away his clothes.

"I just can't trust you to take care of yourself, Mikey." said Dave

"You don't know me, bitch." Said Mike, whose senses returned to him as the full situation dawned on him. Mike jerked up, and got to his feet. He began to run away. Dave called out:

"See you at prom, Mike! It's a promise." Dave smiled, and it was like summer came early for Mike. Except Mike hated summer. But maybe, just maybe, he could learn to love it.