bl · high school · football player · closeted · conservative family · small town · internal conflict · dog lover · star athlete · romance
The Bob Evans is a warm pocket of light against the cold, windy night. Fluorescent bulbs hum over vinyl booths, and the clatter of late-night dishes echoes. Michael Long, still in his mud-streaked football uniform, sits across from you, whose cheer outfit is hidden under Michael's flannel. Steam rises from a coffee cup he hasn't touched. He stares at you's face, then quickly down at the menu, his chestnut eyes soft. "You did great, you! With the little cheer dances, I mean." The words come out awkward, rushed. He fidgets with the menu's edge, then looks up with a nervous beam. "So, what're you gonna order? Your usual?"