Wow I actually got positive responses. This make me feel willing to take a risk, so I am! WHO'S READY FOR SOME MINOR SMUT? Raise your hand!

Burton's Disney Princess: Yes, it is and unexpected twist! Now you see how I got the title for this story, eh?

ChickFlick737: I know right? Shows how I got the title for the story. ;)

Donna nnov: Did you really? Did I give it away somewhere? Oh and you do get to see Vince's, as well as everyone else's responses here. So read on.


As soon as the bell rang signaling the end of the school day, TJ ran out of the room, then the school faster than lightning. He needed to get away; it wasn't everyone else's responses he was worried about, it was his friends. While they watched him leave, his friends each understood why in their own way. So the remainder of them gathered at Kelso's to talk about what had happened and what to about it. This was of course after Spinelli chased Randall down, gave him a beating that made him wish he was never born, then take the journal back.

"So," Spinelli said after taking her seat. "What do you guys think?"

"I'm having trouble believing it," Said Gus. "I mean, can you guys believe it?" Everyone except Spinelli shook their heads.

"Well it's true," She said.

"But weren't you two dating?" Gretchen asked her.

"Were. He broke up with me a few days ago," Spinelli explained. "I wanted to know why, but he didn't tell me so when I got up to leave his house I found this under his bed," She held up the journal. "And I took it and read it. It says so right in it." There was silence around the table as they all gathered their thoughts.

"Okay," Said Mikey. "So he's gay. TJ is gay. Wow, that sound weird….."

"Can we all agree that we're still friends with him?" Spinelli asked the group. They all nodded except for Vince. "What about you?" She asked him.

"I don't know," He said while looking at his hands. "I mean he likes me. I don't know how comfortable I am with that. I'll try, but I'm not saying it'll be easy for me."

"That's too bad," She told him. "'cause you need to go talk to him!"

"Why me?"

"He kept it a secret because he obviously doesn't want you to know. And now that you do, he's probably worried about how you would react. So you go talk to him, and let him know you don't hate him or whatever."

"Do I have to?"

"Yes!"

"Fine, I'll talk to him."

The rest of Vince's week was spent trying to talk to TJ. This included before school, when they passed in the hall, during lunch, and after school. When he tried to approach TJ, he ran before he could get three words out. The first day was highly frustrating, and he quickly caught on that this wasn't going to get any easier. He tried to understand that maybe TJ was afraid of what he was going to say to him. But it didn't help the aggravation that was building up.

When the others asked on the second day if he had talked to him, he told them that he was trying his best, but TJ was making it harder than it had to be. He also told them that tomorrow he was going over his house so he wouldn't have a choice but to talk to him. And that day was today. After being let in by TJ's mom he headed upstairs to his room and knocked on the door. It opened, and once TJ saw it was him, he tried to close it but was stopped by Vince's foot.

"We need to talk," Vince said. Not waiting for a response he shoved his way into his room and closed the door.

"You came to say you hate me didn't you?" TJ said. "You came to say that you don't want to be friends with me anymore…"

"TJ—"

"I bet you and everyone else think I'm some sort of freak and want nothing to do with me. You're even going to send people after me to beat me up aren't you?"

"I didn't say that—"

"This wouldn't have happened if I didn't break up with Spinelli. If you're going to send people to beat me up can you give me a warning or somethi—"He was cut off by a pair of lips pressing against his own. Without thinking he wrapped his arms around Vince's neck and a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and pulled them closer together. Feeling a bite at his bottom lip and gasped, letting another tongue sip into his mouth.

Before he knew it he back was slammed against the door and he heard the door being locked. He felt himself moving across the room, and onto his bed, slowly being crawled over and gently laid onto his back.