After eating, Casey and I venture back to my bedroom. In the room next to us, Leila's, loud music blares incessantly. I pound on the wall, yelling at her to turn it down.

I burst through her door and yell.

"LEILA, TURN THE FUCKING MUSIC DOWN!"

"Leila?!" Casey frets. He runs into the room, his eyes widening.

"Who the hell are you?" Leila asks.

"C…Casey…Casey Cocksinen… I'm… somewhat of a visitor…" Leila raises a brow, rolling her eyes and turning her music back up.

"Leila, if you're gonna blare your music, could you at least do it with earphones in your ears?!" I ask. She huffs.

"Fine!" she screams, turning the music down and plugging in her earphones. She turns around melodramatically to where she isn't facing us anymore. I roll my eyes, pushing Casey out and pulling him back into my bedroom. I close the door behind me, turning the light on and envisioning my bedroom.

Everything is glittered, just as before. Casey turns slowly in a circle, taking in the entire room's appearance. He smiles, touching the bed made of glitter. I lay my hand lightly over his.

"You okay?" I ask quietly. He nods once.

"Just…lost…"

"How so?" He hesitates before answering.

"Do you ever…wonder about yourself?" he whispers.

"I'm not sure what you're asking…" He sighs, moving away from me and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Your family is the only other human interaction I've had since being born and left…" I laugh, moving and standing directly in front of him. He looks at me with a quizzical expression.

"Well, none of us are exactly what one would call human," I say, pushing his arm playfully. He smiles, catching my wrist before it drops. He lays my hand on his leg, nonchalantly fiddling with my fingers. I look down and unthinkingly twine my fingers with his, his right hand in my left.

I don't realize that Casey and I are leaning close to one another until I lift my head and my nose touches his. My eyes widen in fear, but I can't bring myself to move, or even want to move, for that matter. Casey and I stay in that position for what feels like a very long time, just staring at one another. His bright blue eyes pierce deeply into my murky brown, setting my heart on fire. My body begins to heat up, my cheeks no doubt flushing bright red. My entire being feels hot… Really hot… Too hot. I pull away from Casey, lifting my shirt.

In the middle of my chest is a burn mark, nearly second degree. My chest feels fiery, and it's extremely painful. I hold my mouth to keep from screaming, I envision a pillow in my hand, and scream into it as loudly as I can, muffling the sound. Casey rushes to pull my shirt off, trying to figure out where the mark came from. He puts his hand over his mouth in shock, realizing that he was the reason the burn was there.

He runs out of the room, coming back with a cloth rag soaked with water. He leans over slightly, touching the rag to the burn gently. I can't hold back my scream this time.

"Dominic!" Adam yells, running into my room. Tommy follows close behind, pausing in the doorway.

"Whoa! What the hell?" Casey appears from around me.

"Please help! I have no idea how this happened!" Tommy and Adam walk around him to see my chest, somehow burnt by Casey in a way no one is aware of yet. Adam frets over me.

"Oh, Nicky! Baby, hold on! I know what'll help!" Adam runs out of the room, running to the kitchen.

"How did this happen?" Tommy asks.

"I don't even know!" Casey shouts. "We were just standing here, and then he backed up and showed me the burn!"

"I was fine, but after a little while I started feeling my body heat up, and I backed up and pulled my shirt up to see what it was, and we saw this…" Adam returns with a rag soaked in some white liquid. He gingerly pats it on the burn, soothing the pain instantly.

"Milk… Always a good choice." We all laugh.

"Thank you, Dad…" I whisper. He nods.

"Welcome…"

"Glitter!" Tommy yells. Adam hits his palm against his forehead.

"Duh!" Tommy reaches in a small pouch attached to his pants and pulls out a handful of glitter. He throws it at the burn on my chest, and it heals in only ten seconds, leaving a light, barely noticeable scar.

"Wow…" Casey whispers. Adam and Tommy laugh.

"We depend on our glitter for a lot around here, Case," Tommy says, smiling. He twines his fingers with Adam's blushing when Adam kisses his cheek. I roll my eyes, leaping onto my glittered bed.

"Thanks," Casey says, leaning on the bed next to me. Adam and Tommy nod, walking out of the room, still hand in hand. I sigh, shaking my head and shoving my face into another pillow.

"My parents…" I say exaggeratively into my pillow. Casey laughs. I lift my head and raise a brow.

"I like them," he says, smiling.

"They're…weird…"

"They are very in love, aren't they…?" Casey questions gently. I sit up, crossing my legs. Casey lifts himself onto the bed, crossing his legs and positioning himself in front of me.

"I hate it." Casey's expression drops.

"What?"

"Them being… what they are… It's creepy, and unnatural. It's disgusting." Casey frowns.

"You do not believe in their love?"

"They're fags, Casey," I say. His eyes widen. He slaps me harshly across the face. My cheek stings from the hit, and my hand forms a fist. Casey touches my hand, making me loosen my grip entirely.

"Nicky… Respect your fathers. Without them, you wouldn't be here." I sigh, twining my fingers with his again.

"I know, Casey… But the whole situation just doesn't make any sense at all! Why and how could two males be attracted to one another?! It's just incredibly creepy!" Casey rolls his eyes and holds onto my face. My eyes widen. He pulls me to him in half a second, our faces halted only an inch away.

"Same reason I can do this and neither of us freaks out," he says, letting me go. My brows furrow.

"And what reason is that?" I ask. He lets go of my hand, climbing off of the bed and walking out of the room. He pauses at the doorway before leaving, turning his head sideways.

"You cannot be any more fucking stupid, can you?"

He walks out, entering Leila's room and closing the door behind him. I sit on the bed alone, thinking about Casey's words. I am not sure what he was talking about, so I shrug it off.

'Fuck him, then!'

"I heard that!" he yells through the wall. My eyes widen and my head whips to the direction of his voice.

"Holy shit…" I whisper.