"Partners." Professor Heath's voice rang out over the hall. Students busied themselves finding partners for the project, writing a 20,000 word story. So far, they had written a collection of stories under 5,000 words in several genres.

Six's horror fiction sent him to the psychologist's office. There he told the tall woman (who said shrinks were short?) that he had copied most of it from horror movies. He listed the movies and it placated her.

Kyntak Heath, the professor's son, was forced to read his romance fiction in front of the class. His romance between two teenage boys, who happened to be brothers, was beautifully written. He had a small following.

Kyntak seeing as girls were ready to mob him, tackled Six.

"Kyntak, explain." Kyntak only pulled on his hand.

"Partners?" Six weighed the issue. He had to have a partner, no exceptions. He disliked many of the illiterates in the class and wasn't quite ready to work with any of the emo-goths. Yes, not ready for the dark side no matter what anyone said about his coat. Kyntak fit the bill nicely.

"Sure." Kyntaks victorious face glowed.

"Yeah!" Kyntak pumped his fists in the air.

Heath looked up "Did you just propose?" Six gave him a wait-what-why-just-how look.

"No, but close!" Kyntak was ridiculously happy. Six should have been worried.

Yes, he should have been and he was. Apparently, Kyntak had believed that Six was one of those emo-goths who had creative tendencies.

"I am not one of them." Kyntak had taken to banging his head into a table.

"But, the jacket."

"It's the middle of winter."

"You wear it all the time."

"I like it. I'm a bio major." Kyntak banged his head again. Six sighed. He was stuck with a business major. This wasn't going to be fun.

At Kyntak's amazingly big flat, Six kicked back in his chair. "No."

"But, pink ponies!" Kyntak was tossing any idea up that he could.

"No." Kyntak was going in for another round of head banging when Six sat up right.

"I have it. That romance you wrote. We'll use that." Kyntak pondered it for a second.

"Yeah! That works!" He put a pen on paper. "But, didn't we do that already?"

Six thought for a second. "How about adding a dystopian society? We could also add some pseudo-science on biotech."

"Perfect." Kyntak started drafting the outline.

Six found little time for surveillance during the project. It gave him some time to think though.

Everything was going swimmingly. They wrote the plot in haphazard bursts, making good time. That was until Kyntak fell asleep. And didn't wake up.

The nurse didn't let him inside even when the doctor's had finished. Nothing more than over work.

"What is your relation to Mr. Heath?" Six banged his fist on the table.

"I'm his classmate."

She winced as his fist made contact with the table. "I'm sorry, sir, but…"

"And, his bloody boyfriend! Let me in!" But, something in him clicked.

For the past hour, he had done anything but think rationally. He blindly followed the nurse into the room. Kyntak was asleep.

He had learned to fight, to be prepared, to calculate his moves, and above all stay calm. It all fell into ruin.

"I'm his father!" Six recognized the voice. A man burst into the room.

"Kyntak's doing well. He's just sedated." Professor Jack Heath stared at Six with wide eyes.

"How?"

"I'd like to ask the same thing. I pass out, get probed, and the first thing I see is my dad hugging my boyfriend." Kyntak managed to prop himself up. "How?"

"Boyfriend?"

"You said so yourself."

Six brushed off the implication that Kyntak was awake the whole time.

"I knew the whole time," Heath offered. "You're really obvious."

"Wow." Kyntak slumped against the fluffed pillows. "This is one hell of an outing."

Six took a seat. "You're telling me."

"If it helps, I don't care you're a guy."

That earned Jack a few strange looks.

yep. I wrote it.