"Ooh, Cal." Desmond said heterosexually as he looked a Cal's Depp blue eyes. Oh that sexy Hartolo basterd wouldn't leave Desmond's thoughs but in a straight way.

Cal's mussels rippled as he was without a shirt shirtly shirtlessness Ness. Normally he'd have on a some red sort of thing for fire and also maybe a little Heartiness but mostly for Frollo Hellfire. His eyes lashes were long and but not too long to distract from his sexy blue eyes of in no cents. He was floatin and with Desmond and it was just hot like you wouldn't believe it unless you were there. In such a strait way it burned, Cal put his nose to the pretty boy emo sea-witches, and Desmond could feel the freshmans' breathe.

Unlike Desfind, Cal was feetless(note to self: change feetless to fateless) and so he could do whatever like wreck evil havoc and stuff after the school of the high. Demond on the other hand had no say in the matter and was instead loss in a sea of destiny and lonliness to be fourever and after. He'd never get a happy ending and Cal knew it to so why. Why was Cal getting so friendly in his hetero manner that he did it with in such an unbelievably not gay way that nobody could mistake the situation for what it just wasn't. Why did Desmond have to be so emu and depressed? Well. it was because he couldn't escape and he still needed some fem-love.

The two held hands. No homo, but their arms were cocked at just the right angel to show off their mutually hot elbows. Blue eyes looked at blue and other blue eyes looked at the first blue and I forgot where I was going with this but hey what about a great metapoor. Like. Oceans crashing against each other with the force of a one thousands men who love women.

"You know Des. I still wanna be friends with you no matter what like totes." He said that in the perfect tone of soft darkness that just radiated from him like radiation or something. He was so perfectly emu and hey his hair was Evan died black as black as Justin Bieber's soul so why did he have to be a guy. And straight. And why did Desmond have to be straight. But they were so they were just friends. That was ok.

Desmond woke up.

"Damn, I wish that dream could've lasted looonger." Desmond whispered in a longingly hetero way as he got up out of bed and snuck out of the room before Hunter could awaken. Apparently the guy didn't like emus but hey what was Desmond going to do about that. So he snuck out.

And outside was Alex Etch for no particular raisin having anything to do with the story's plot. Desmond cocked his head to side but Alex just glowdered at him.

"Hey what-"

"Before you start Ima not gonna be evil. My fatha-"

"Yehyeh. I know." Desmond cut him off but Alex didn't like that so he took Desmond's wrists and pressed them to the wall. They were directly face to face and FiDesmonf could pretty much smell the sweet Jil Sander deodorant spray that ravaged his nose so kindly.

"Your plans." Alex said. "It won't be twerking. I mean working. Not twerking either I'm sure."

"Yea twerking's weird and gross." Desmond agreed flat vocally. He cold notice from this distance slight tension in the other boy's grasp as his tuned arm muscles worked to hold onto a Desmond who soon stopped struggling and just kind of stopped.

Alex got a little too close and took a bitey of Desmond's seaweed fingerless arm glove. "Mhh...so don't try anythin."

Desmond moved out of Alexa's touch and turned back to his room door. "We'll see aboot that, Alex. It is too late."

A/N: Hey SansFans! Sorry I need to make this alert but Desmond won't be shipped with Cal. Because really I can't right gay stuff yet. So yeah. A special thanks to KawaiiToasterDesuDisapproves for proofreading: you are the woman crush Wednesday to my raging love of the opposite sex(boys).