Don't

"This is, like, so gay!" You push her (him!) off.

"What? What do you mean?" Brittany (Bob!) looks like he's about to cry.

"What the fuck are we doing? We're, like, boys dressing like sluts and fucking each other up the ass! This is sooo fucking gay!"

"I'm sorry!" He starts crying.

"Don't cry, bro. Look, we just have to, like, forget this ever happened, alright? Just live life as normal."

"No, Veronica, I love you! Please don't leave me!" Bob's bawling his soul out now, his eye-shadow smearing all over his face.

"No you don't."

"I do!"

"Well I don't love you!" You yell and run out of the house, into your car, on the verge of tears yourself.

But you **** yourself to man-up. I'm not going to cry - I'm stronger than Bob. It may be tough, but I know I made the right choice.

Gritting your teeth, you drive home. You thank God that you remember to undress before opening the door.