Micky went home in tears. He wanted to go into his room and drown in self pity for being such a failure to his mother, but his plans were interrupted.

They were interrupted by a tall, lanky motorcyclist who happened to be standing by his front porch.

"You!" Micky cried. He went up to Michael and slapped him, hard. "You ruined my life!"

"Micky?" Michael gasped. He stumbled back, holding his cheek. Micky was pleased to see the red mark he left there. "What the hell?!"

"First you harass me at school. Then you tell me lies about my father, which made me ignore him 'til he died! And now I've lost my job thanks to you!"

Micky didn't bring up the kiss. He'd almost forgotten about it in his anger.

"Lies? Micky, they weren't lies."

"Your father dated a woman," Micky spat through his teeth. "He's not gay."

Michael sighed. "My father ended the affair with George 'cause he decided he didn't want anyone findin' out about him havin' a gay fling. That's why George hated him so much. I only left that out 'cause I didn't want you to think I was like that."

"Why the hell would you care if I did?" Micky scoffed.

"'Cause," Michael said softly. He stepped closer. "You'd start to avoid me, 'n' I wouldn't be able to do this."

Michael backed a wide-eyed Micky up against the wall and kissed him.

I know I said 1.4K and I'm only at 1,387, but eh, I'm a nice person