Phillip sat at his desk, finishing up some last-minute homework, waiting for the bell to ring.

"Phil, did you here what happened to Art's parent's?" Marty asked as the fourth grade gang walked up to Phillip's desk.

"No, what happened," he said looking around for his classmate, Art Horowitz.

"During the curtain call of his father's new play his dad outed himself in front of everyone," Marty explained. "The whole town now knows his dad is gay."

"Poor, Art." Phillip frowned. "He must be heart-broken."

"That's not the worst of it," Martin continued. "His dad apparently met someone and they're now lovers."

"That's horrible," Phillip commented.

"Be quiet," Billie told them, "He's coming."

A red-headed boy walked into the classroom with his head hanging low, "How's it going, Art," Phillip spoke, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"..Oh, hey, Phillip," Art said sadly before taking his seat.

"I feel so bad," Phillip whispered to his friends. "Maybe we should go and talk to him.. see if he's doing okay."

"What's the point, Phil," Billie replied, "He's obviously not."

"Then we should go comfort him," he announced, getting up from his seat. "Are you guys coming," Phillip asked, his friends shook their heads no.

Phillip walked over to his friend Art, who had his head on his desk. "Phillip, you don't have to be here," Art told him, not lifting his head.

"No, I want to be here," he reassured. There was no sound coming from either of them. Phillip glanced over at his other classmates, who were staring. "Art.. if you need to talk about it, I'm here."

"Thanks, Phillip," Art looked up at him and smiled. "..But, I'm not ready to talk about it."

"..Okay," Phillip stood up to leave. "When.. or if you're ready to talk about it, I'm here for you, Art."

He walked back over to his friends, "Well, what did he say?" Martin asked quietly.

"Nothing," Phillip answered as the bell rang. "He's not ready to talk.. and we should respect that."

"Okay, class," Mr. Simmons smiled. "Today we are learning about long division, wont that be fun?" The class grunted as they took out their math books.

As the day went by, Phillip watched over his friend Art, who didn't do much of anything except lay his head on his desk the whole time. Phillip tried to talk to Art after school, but he left already.

He and his sister walked up to where his father was, "How was school," Arnold asked his children as he drove them home.

"..Dad, did you hear what happened to Mr. Horowitz," Phillip asked.

"Eugene? No, what?"

"He's.." He turned to his sister, who rolled her eyes and put her hands over her ears. "He's gay."

"What, no!"

"..Yeah.. Art's really taking it badly," Phillip added.

"Sheena must be devastated," Arnold mumbled.

"Who?"

"Mrs. Horowitz," he corrected.

"Can I take my hands off my ears," Stella asked angrily.

"Yes," Arnold told her.

"What?" She spoke loudly. Phillip grabbed her arms and placed them by her side.

"I just wish I could do something for Art," Phillip continued.

"Be there for him," Arnold replied. "That's going to help him in the long run."

Phillip smiled at his father.

"What are we talking about," Stella asked confused.

In case you didn't realize, Art was Eugene and Sheena's son. I always felt that Eugene was gay in the show, but also that he and Sheena had a thing for each other. So, I put the two together and made this!

I don't know if it's any good, but you obviously read through it.