Hey, Angelo?""What?""You wanna hang out some time?""You Think I got nothin' better to do?""It was just a thought, never mind.""Yeah""Yeah, what?""Yeah I wanna hang out some time, see you tomorrow Zach

Jared?" His fingers were playing gently on my curls."Yes?" I was more than halfway asleep, perfectly warm, back in my own bed. With him."Say it for me.""You're heavy.""No.""You're a manipulative bastard.""No." He was laughing."You're right."He gave one hard tug on my hair."That's not it either.""I love you?"He sighed contentedly. "That's the one.

I been in plenty of fights and even more almost-fights. It's all about posturin'. You just gotta act tough.""What if it didn't work? What if he took a swing at you?""Sensai say, 'Big like door, swift like glacier'.

Wanna hang out for a bit?" "You tryin' to get in my pants now that you know I'm queer?" he asked in an impudent tone. "No!""Yeah.""Yeah, what?""Yeah, I wanna hang out." He smiled over at me.

Uh, do you want a job?""I got one.""Oh." I wasn't sure why I had assumed he was unemployed. "Okay.""Sure.""Sure, what?""I want a job.""You just said you already had a job.""I do. I got two. But if you're hirin', I'll quit one off 'em. It hella sucks anyway."I didn't know what "helasux" was, but i wasn't about to ask. "Can you organize all these movies?""Easy.""When can you start?"He smiled at me. "Now.

What's your pick?""Jesus Camp""Never heard of it, Is it a slasher flick?"'It's a documentary." We all laughed but he didn't seem to be joking. "I'm telling you, if that movie doesn't scare you, nothing will."Jared looked at hi in astonishment. "A documentary about religion?""It's not about religion. It's about fanaticism. Not the same thing."Angelo was looking thoughtful, and I knew we'd have a copy by the end of the month.

Heathers!" I said triumphantly. "I think I've got that one here somewhere.""Hey. Ram, doesn't this cafeteria have a no-fags allowed policy?""What?""The answer is, 'They seem to have an open door policy on assholes, though, don't they?'"I just stood there, trying to figure out if he was calling me a fag or an asshole or both, and he rolled his eyes at me again."It's a line from Heathers, man.

Oh God! You asked Jared for lube?""Yeah. Why not?""It just seems weird."He shook his head at me and smiled. "When we first met, I thought you were an uptight prep.""And now?""Now I know you're an uptight prep." He pressed closer. "Cute, though.""I though you were a punk.""And now?""I think you're amazing.""Zach?""Yeah?""Shut up a d kiss me.