Don’t it make my brown eyes blue…


This was a nightmare he thought to himself. A complete and utter nightmare, and it was his fault for getting so worked up about it.
He buried his face in his hands and paced back and forth again checking again and again that everything would arrive where it needed to on time.

Flowers and glow sticks? – check

Pre prepared list of reasons why he was finally ok with this and what he enjoyed about Demy? – check

Tacos on delivery? – check


Room decorated with more luminescent objects than found in your average toy store? – check…


And, the little fish tank with black light luminescent bioengineered guppies of ethically questionable ramifications was good to go.

He made himself stop and take several deep breaths, fidgeting with the little panda keychain for comfort. He could do this. He could do this…
Hell they had gone on dates before, sort of… kind of.

It really wasn’t any different than their casual outings; it just had a weightier title, and… potentially lasting ramifications to be so open about it. But that was FINE. He was going to do this.
He glanced up at the clock that stood sentinel on the street corner and thought he was was going to have a heart attack then and there. He was going to be LATE.

He’d told demy a specific time, and if he wasn’t there to pay for the food and the … fish and oh GOD. He Ran back for the doom room as fast as he could.
The oddly dim sky seemed to mock him with its clarity, but the streets as well, it seemed the who way was jammed with people that he had to elbow through. None of them gave him more than a passing glance, and those who did looked at him like he were some lost child and reached out to stop him.

IT was far too important a day for him to be stopped now though, He elbowed and pushed and ducked his way through till at last he made it to the gates of the school. He shoved his way through fellow students, miraculously keeping free of trashcans, lockers and fountains. Getting up the stairs, he though he’d forever be sympathetic to spawning fish for so many bodies pushing to go down.

By now, the looks he got weren’t that he was a child or ignoring him. They were just… pity… and from people who really shouldn’t have been loose in the halls of his school. His mother, his father, faces from the pool party. They shook their heads and glanced away with no explanation other than a growing sense of dread that was eating away at his gut.

What was wrong…why did they look at him that way?

Oddly as soon as he reached his floor, he burst free of the crowds to an empty hallway. Turning to look down the stairs he found no one, there was just an ominous silence that now hung in the air like the world held its breath waiting.

“It’s…like a bad dream…” He said quietly and felt his ears pop like the pressure just changed.

He heard the laugh first, the bubbly sound of Dem as he tossed his head back in pure delight at something glowing or shining. Maybe the fish arrived early! He thought with a last spark of hope… it was smothered with the returning dread as he heard a second voice.
He knew that voice… he knew Dem liked the OWNER of that voice. All those damned letters and candies they had left around…
He’d even been coerced into leaving a few small pandas with them. But why, would he be at their dorm room?

The laughter redoubled as he put his hand on the doorknob, and he was suddenly afraid to open it, that was when he heard the second voice reading out loud. Reading his list, the reasons he liked Dem… and laughing, worse; Dem was laughing too, he was out right guffawing.

He turned the handle and it gave a dull click, unlatched, it swung easily inward to the most horrifying sight of his life.

The beds had been pulled together and draped in their bed sheets to form an twisted ‘bower’ draped all around by glow sticks and rings in every color. None of them seemed to compare to the glowing eyes of the pair tangled together on the bed.

Wiseman’s eyes the bright blue, Dem’s favorite… and Dem’s eyes… they glowed too, wicked and acidic green that matched the sinful grin on his face as he placed a kiss on the older man’s cheek.

“Oh look… he’s back!” Dem laughed “Can you believe I actually liked him? He’s not even a fraction as awesome as you. He’s short, he’s a total little dweeb, and he was ALLLL up in arms about “PDA” all the time. He doesn’t even OWN A PDA you know?”

“Ohh…sorry kid.” Wiseman flashed a pearly grin that belonged on toothpaste or mouthwash commercials. “You’re a bit late to the party. Theirs no consolation prize, but you can watch if you want to?”

And then they were both laughing at him, mocking him


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He woke with a horrified start panting, the vision of Wiseman and Demy tangled together in a horrid make out session still fresh enough and real enough in his mind he half expected to see them knotted together on Dem’s bed…

Instead Demy was flailing and thrashing about in his sleep as well… it was almost a relief. Almost…

He slid out of bed and walked over to shake the taller boy and wake him from whatever nightmare gripped him so that the neighbors wouldn’t complain.

Dem’s bright green eyes opened and they both lingered there for a split second… right before Dem screamed like a girl punched him.



Oh yeah… that was going to take some serious explaining.