Golden blond hair fell into his face, obscuring the view of electric blue eyes. He turned the page of his book, ignoring the strands of hair in his face. He was sitting by the second biggest fountain in he school courtyard, enjoying the cool breeze and the sound of water flowing as he researched his homework assignment.

"Andy!" came a girl's excited voice as she rushed over to him.

His eyes raised up to meet hers and a warm smile spread across his lips.

"Tabby!" he greeted.

She sat down next to him and began reading the page his book was opened to.

"Oh my god! Is that our assignment for World Literature!?"

"Yeah, and you're going to have a pop quiz in Natural Science."

"Pop...quiz? As in...?" she was stunned and wondering exactly what his definition of "Quiz" was.

He began digging through his backpack and then pulled out a thick packet of papers.

"This, not to mention a five page essay. I managed to steal a packet without him noticing." He handed the heavy stack of papers to Tabby, who gaped at the weight of it.

"Oh my god... I'm so screwed!" she sobbed.

"Don't worry, already got you covered," he dug out a large notebook full of notes and handed it to her. "Notes on everything you'll need to know for the Natural Science quiz, and my notes from today's World Lit class."

She threw her arms around him and clung tightly, oblivious to the loud smacking sound that was the result of the notebook still in her hands coming in contact with the back of Andrew's head. It was only when a muffled whimper escaped him that she even realized he was injured.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" she cried, looking at the back of his head where a distinct knot was forming.

"It's nothing..." he sighed, pushing her away.

"But! I hurt you!"

"You didn't mean to. Besides, I can barely even feel it now."

"Liar!" She quickly pulled him towards her and lifted up his mass of blond hair to look at the back of his head. "Oh my god..." she gasped. The lump was almost completely gone.

"I told you..." he sighed, shoving her off again and gathering his things into his backpack. "Let's go find some lunch."

Wide-eyed and stunned, Tabby just nodded and grabbed the quiz packet and notebook full of notes before standing up. Andrew stood up and slung his backpack over his shoulder before heading off-campus. She quickly followed after him.

Three bowls of ramen and seven refills of Pepsi later, Tabby was very talkative as she scanned the restaurant for pretty people.

"Ooooh! She's pretty! Don't you think?" she asked happily as she stared at a well-proportioned waitress.

"Eh," he replied, his nose in his book as he lazily stuffed another sushi roll into his mouth with a pair of chopsticks.

"What is up with you!?" she demanded.

"Mmmph," was his reply as he shrugged, stuffing another sushi roll in his mouth without even looking up from the page.

"Yeah, whatever," she sighed. She resumed scanning around the restaurant. "Ooohh! Man he's hot!"

Andrew's head shot up and looked around, immediately spotting who she was referring to. Pieces of his lunch began falling from his open mouth.

"I don't think anyone's going to find you very attractive with your lunch all over your face," Tabby giggled, throwing a cloth napkin at him. Her eyes followed Andrew's still constant stare to the guy she was just drooling over. Her stare immediately shot back to Andrew. "No way! There's, there's just no way!"

"No way what?" he asked, suddenly alert again and wiping his face with the cloth.

"There's no way you were staring at him!"

"And why am I not allowed to stare at pretty people like you are?" he asked, folding the cloth and setting it by his plate. He stuffed another sushi roll into his mouth.

"You are! But just... You're supposed to look at pretty girls!"

"But I don't like girls, Tabby. I like boys, just like you do," his tone was casual as he continued eating his meal as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

"So, you're... You're admitting that you're gay!?"

"I never hid it," he took a sip of tea before continuing, "I just never came outright and said it."

There was a loud sputtering sound from her side of the table as she began to choke on the sushi roll she'd just stolen from Andrew's plate.

"Oh come on, you never figured it out? The fashion sense? The Play Girl magazines stowed away under my mattress? My close friend Kyle during high school that I got depressed over when he moved away? We were always together for a reason, you know."

By now Tabby was blue in the face and still choking. He gave her one good smack on the back and she coughed up the piece of sushi that was lodged in her throat.

"Oh my god!" she stuttered. "I was always just trying to give you the benefit of the doubt! There are some straight men who are like that." She gulped down the rest of her Pepsi to finish clearing her throat.

"Oh? Then why would I have the Play Girl magazines?"

"Who knows, you could've been using them to draw the human form like some people do."

"Well, I wasn't using them for that," he said with a smirk. Tabby shuddered.

Andrew sighed and looked her over for a moment. "You're not paying, are you?"

"Hell no."

"Fine," he sighed, laying a couple bills down on the table before grabbing his books and walking towards the front of the restaurant.

"Oh! Sir!" a waitress rushed after him. "Don't forget this!" she held up a small bag full of take-out boxes.

He looked stunned and slightly confused. "But... I didn't order this."

"No Sir, I was told to give this to you by that man over at that table," she pointed towards the man he and Tabby had been drooling over.

'Oh my god! Where we really talking that loud!?' he asked himself, looking over at him. He shook his head and turned his gaze back to the waitress. At a loss for what to do, he held his already somewhat-full arms out to take the take-out from the waitress. The woman sighed with relief as she placed it in his arms and hurried back behind the counter.

Tabby caught up with him as he left the building, staring over her shoulder at the hotty she could never have. "You're kidding me...right? He's gay too?"

"That's the only logical solution..." he replied, staring down at the neat little bag in his arms.

"I refuse to believe you're completely gay," Tabby said, grabbing him by a forearm and dragging him off down the street. "And I'm going to prove it!"

After a very uncomfortable raid of the local adult video store, Andrew was sprawled out over the couch and staring at lesbian porn with a stupid and horribly bored look on his face. Tabby had made sure to only get lesbian porn so he wouldn't be distracted from the boobs by a hot man.

"You're telling me that you honestly don't feel ANYTHING while watching this?" she asked, watching him carefully.

"Other than violently ill and like my brain is trying to ooze out my ears and crawl away, no, I don't feel anything."

"What if it were real?"

"...What do you mean?"

She clicked off the TV and crawled across the couch until she had him pinned underneath her.

"What if it were real? A real, live, warm woman?" she asked softly.

Shivers shot up and down his spine as the sick feeling grew in size. She pulled her shirt off and started rubbing her crotch against his.

"Unhook my bra..." she whispered.

"Tabbitha..." he whimpered, the sick feeling was overwhelming.

"Do it," she said in a gentle firmness. She planted her lips against his.

His hands shot up to her shoulders and forced her away from him. She fell to the floor as he sprang up over the back of the couch and vanished into the bathroom, the lock clicking behind him. She could hear him retching.

Tears in her eyes, she pulled her shirt back on and went over to the bathroom door, sitting on the floor with her back against it. When he'd managed to stop puking, he sat on the bathroom floor with his back against the door, well aware that Tabby was outside.

"Do you hate me...?" she asked quietly.

"No..."

"Really...?"

"Yeah... Just promise me something..."

"What...?"

"Never do that again..."