“We haven’t gone on a date in a few weeks now,” I say to Austin. We are sitting in my bed, watching my favourite show, RuPaul’s Drag race. It took a lot of convincing, but eventually Austin agreed to watch it with me. “Are you trying to hint at something?” he asks as he tickles my side playfully. I chuckle. “Well we are at that honeymoon stage in the friendship, we need to take advantage of it before we get old and wrinkly,” I explain. Austin pauses for a moment and looks at me with a smile on his face. “You know, that is the first time you suggested that we might have a future together,” he tells me gladly.
“I didn’t say we were going to get old and wrinkly together,” I state. Austin pulls me into a strangling hug. “You can’t take it back now! You already said it!” he shouts playfully. I
