The music video that sparked this story youtube .com/watch?v=Ffy6bhdtl3E&list=PL3D442D52BF10D58B.

"Hunter, you shouldn't have hit him." Ben scolded, grabbing a napkin and pressing it to the youths still bleeding nose.

"He kissed me." The brunette rationalized, still a little taken back by the blonde's confession.

"Well, you like me." The younger said back.

"Not like that."

"According to your argument you do."

The group got quiet and Hunter's face had a few seconds of questioning before realization hit it and he gave a small smile.

"I'll give you points for going above and beyond. Fine. You win this argument." He told him.

The younger smiled back as he took the napkin in his own hand.

"I'll be right back. I think the bleeding's stopped." He said, still smiling.

He walked into the bathroom. The other teen was still smiling as he sat back down. Then the waitress came up with their plates. She set them down in a huff and turned to her "grandson".

"You didn't have to punch him."

"It's fine. He's ok. It's not a big deal." He shrugged.

"Still. You could have seriously hurt him."

"Well he's not like you Deb. He lets people know he doesn't like them. Unlike you with Loretta." Brian reminded her.

"Shut up." She instructed him, before leaving quickly.

He took a seat in the booth behind the adults that were just settling back into their seats. They both looked a little stunned, but still could manage to start gnawing at their salads. The teen shrugged and started attacking his burger. The table was silent, no one really knowing what to say. They were almost halfway done with their food when the prostitute rejoined them.

"Sorry 'bout that. What's I miss?" He asked as he too started attacking his food.

"Absolutly nothing." The advertiser replied.

"Well that's fun."

The group went into silence yet again. This time it lasted until the waitress came around ten minutes later.

"Oh, are you ok?" She asked the blonde, taking his head in her hands.

"I'm fine. It happens all the time." He laughed, stunning her with his smile.

"What do you mean?" All three adults that actually cared asked, furrowing their brows.

"...That was slightly creepy. And, come on, I'm a prostitute that accidentally steals almost every other prostitutes' clients. Suffice to say I'm not to well liked. It's not big deal. I'm just glad none of you got blood on any of you."

"Not that it would really matter if you did." The cocky male scoffed.

The blonde raised an eyebrow at him. The older males' best friend gave him a forbidding look that could seriously harm someone if he was a superhero.

"Ben and Hunter are both HIV positive." He said, regardless of his friedns' forboding.

The gang got quiet again. Waiting for the youths response.

"So? That doesn't matter. My cell count might be different than theirs. And there could still be complications if my blood got mixed in with anyone elses. It doesn't matter whether they're positive or not." Was his reply.

Michael smirked as everyone else dropped their jaws. Slowly the waitress left and everyone went back ot eating. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, it was just normal. The kind when everyone is so wrapped up in their food that no words are needed.

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The gang was down to just their drinks are were now just talking. The advertiser had left before their food was even done, finding them boring.

"Wow. I didn't know they could take away your meds." Timothy said shocked.

The conversation had moved to the professors book.

"Neither did I." He replied.

"I'm glad I don't go anywhere." Hunter said stretching his arm over the top of the seat.

"You won't think that when you're fifty and haven't seen any of the world beyond Pittsburgh. Don't get me wrong, I love it here. But I would absolutly die if I ever got the chance to go to Japan." The other teens told them, taking a long drink of his hsake afterwards.

"Now it makes sense." The comic book nerd said, understanding why the blonde had spoken Japanese so easily.

"What does?"

"How you speak Japanese so well. You taught yourself so you could go."

"No. My parents taught me Japanese so I could be biligual."

"Oh, I just kind of assumed."

"Nah. My parents taught me Japanese before they taught me English. They wanted to make sure I had a bright future."