I found myself making excuses to be by my bedroom window more often. I bought some miniature cacti to place on my windowsill, but I had wanted them since I moved in. They're so small, and quite frankly rather adorable, and I really liked to just sit there and look at them. I made sure they were watered properly and looked their absolute best. Yet every time I found myself by my cacti, I found myself looking over at Dirk.

I had finally saved enough money to purchase posters of my favorite movies, and as I hung them up, I made more excuses to see Dirk. I left my tape by my cacti- not to see Dirk of course, rather to make sure my cacti were doing all right.

Pathetic, I know.

I just really enjoyed the feeling I got when I saw him.

I was having a sexuality crisis. I was always attracted to women, yet there I was blushing like a fool over Dirk. Was I bisexual now? Heteroflexible? I hadn't the slightest clue what to do.

So I decided to consult my nearest queer advisor: my cousin John.

"John?" I knocked on his door.

"Come in." He called. "What's up?" He had been watching a movie, and paused it to face me.

"You're… seeing Dave Strider, right?" I asked tentatively.

John's face turned bright red. "Uh, er, y-yeah, I guess you could say that."

"What did you do when you realized that you had feelings for him?" I asked, sitting on the edge of John's bed.

"Well, um, I went to Dad and told him about it, and I cried, and he said that he would be proud of me regardless of my sexuality and encouraged me to pursue a relationship with Dave." He explained.

"Well that's nice." I said.

"Why are you asking?" John asked. It got quiet. "Jake?" John said, smirking and raising an eyebrow. "Do you-"

"I fancy Dirk." I groaned my face in my hands. I sighed, resting my chin on my palms. "I'm scared and I don't quite know what to do about it."

"There's no reason to be scared! If you like him, you like him. You can't really help who you like. It just… happens."

"I suppose you're right." I said. "What do you think I should do?"

"Go for it." He said. "You like him, and there's a chance that he could like you, too."

"You think so?"

"Yeah! Ask him out!"

"All right, I will!" I said, standing up with newfound confidence/

I walked into my room, retrieved the notepad filled with messaged to Dirk, and held up:

Let's get coffee sometime.