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Bryce was staring at his reflection in the window, chewing his lip and observing the eyelet on his white top. Glancing through his eyelashes, he wondered if this is the right choice to make the best impression on his first day. 

Earlier that day, when he first got his class schedule, he bumped into the jock, Keith! “Man, I’m such a klutz” Bryce thought embarrassedly, at least he looks cute though. Keith studied him with unreadable eyes.. those eyes, swirling with mystery and emotion. Makes Bryce wonder what his parents were like. I bet they were hard on him… poor baby. 

“Sorry…” Bryce said to Keith, biting his bottom lip.

“Watch it, nerd,” Keith said, looking smugly indifferent at Bryce. 

Bryce looked up at the strapping young buck, and he saw a flicker of something… something wistful, something sorrowful. But he shook it off, he must be seeing things. He’s heard the rumors about Keith… all the girls, the sex, the red cars where he has the sex, his home in the desert where he has the sex with the girls, etc. And Bryce felt a rush of heat come up his ears, and he bit back, 

“I’m not a nerd, I get straight C’s. And for your information, you would know that if you took the chance to get to know me. But… I guess you’re too shallow for that. Anyway, I have class to get to. Talk to the hand, jocko!!”

All of a sudden, Keith looked apologetic, as though a wall had briefly fallen down… as though a damn had released, and Bryce felt the deluge all around him, like it was encompassing him. For a moment they were lost in one another’s gaze. And then, SHE walked up.

“Hi handsome!” - a girl with silver hair and bronze skin sauntered up to Keith and placed her limpid hands on his chest. The girl smirked at Bryce.

“Who’s this loser?” She asked, looking down on Bryce. She was wearing a pink shirt, a pink skirt, and pink heels - clearly, she was a popular girl, probably a cheerleader. Bryce knew the type - the kind of girl who thought she was better than a guy like him and his band tees. 

“I’m Bryce,” he said definitely, “Nice to meet you.” Bryce thought to himself, “Kill ‘em with kindness”. That’s what his Mee-maw taught him, and that’s how she landed herself Paw-paw, who still pays the bills and gave her 12 babies. So… it works, this stupid ho’s heels and skirts may be tempting for the eye, but they will never, ever fulfill a man’s soul. Plus, Bryce knows, that this kinda girl has spent NO time in the kitchen. “I bet her pie crust tastes like biscuit” Bryce chuckled to himself. 

“Allura” she said, “And by the way, you are a nerd, Bryce!”

Bryce smirked, feeling mirthful at her stupid words. 

“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me,” he said to Allura, “Said by Eleanor Roosevelt, a woman with, let me spell it out for you cheer style sister, D-I-G-N-I-T-Y. But I bet you didn’t pay attention in History class, so you don’t know that. You were probably too busy painting your nails and showing your cleavage.” 

Allura stomped her foot, face turning red with anger. To Bryce’s delight, Keith chuckled ruefully.

“You don’t know the half of it,” Keith said, and Bryce blushed, gazing up at Keith through his dewy eyelashes. 

“Keith, you are the worst boyfriend in the world! Bryce, you are a stupid nerd, and a slut! I will make you life a living hell at this school, just you wait, bitch!” Allura screamed. 

So, who is Bryce? Bryce is 5’5” and 120lbs, but he has size 4 feet, like Cinderella. He’s a theater kid with a fun urban attitude. He loves his Mee-Maw but his mom’s a raging BITCH. She wears lots of makeup and loves her men, she’s totally a man eater, and Bryce and his Mee-Maw do NOT stand for that. Plus, she’s a republican and hates Bryce, not even because he’s gay, but because he cares about the environment. Bryce only wears vegan leather and faux-fur, and believes in shopping for cruelty free beauty products. Anyway, Bryce has such small wrists and his hair is shaggy and dark brown, but it has golden highlights in the sun; in the winter, it turns red. He has piercing green eyes with flex of orange in them. His daddy, who he loves so dearly, (he’s such a daddy’s boy! Lol!) always told him that he looks like Alexis Bledel. And, not to sound conceited, but… he knows it’s true. Bryce sees himself as a classy beauty, someone who doesn’t need to show skin to turn heads. ;) He also knows that the cheerleaders think he has big thighs just because he sometimes eats a damn sandwich! But ladies who have no cooking skills can never truly attract a man. Bryce also has no body hair, so he never needs to shave or wax. Good for him, he has better things to do with his time, anyways! Like saving the environment. But sometimes it’s hard, because whenever he wears shorts, he slips right off chairs, because his thighs are too satiny and silky! He broke his arm that way once. Ew!

Bryce is in Algebra I right now - he hates math so much. He loves reading and writing, and he wants to become a young adult novelist some day, just like Suzanne Collins, his idol. But… at least, a few seats away from him, Keith is sitting, looking so thoughtful. Bryce bets Keith is so good at math. Men are generally pretty good at math, not to sound sexist. Bryce isn’t a feminist, really, but he doesn’t hate women. Bryce looks at Keith, and he bites his bottom lip. Keith’s hands are so big! The pencil looks so small in them… how would Bryce’s wrists look, which are smaller than the pencil? 

“Psst,” Keith whispers, passing a note to Bryce, a sultry smirk on his ruggedly handsome face.

“Passing notes, jocko?” Bryce says saucily, taking the note with a wink. He won’t shy away from being a tease! Bryce thinks to himself, “bet he’s not used to a challenge!”

“What can I say? I’m a bad boy,  Bryce,” Keith says, grinning with all of his teeth. Bryce blushes. “He remembered my name,” he thinks to himself. 

“I don’t talk to bad boys, Keith.” Bryce says, opening up Keith’s note.

It says: “Do you like ice cream: Yes or Yes?” 

Bryce’s heart flutters in his chest, his white eyelet top quivering up and down with each contraction and expansion of that most important muscle in his body. Ew, not his butt, perv, his heart! 

Bryce thinks for a second, and then circles “or”. Let’s see how Keith reacts to that! Ladies, men love a chase, remember that! Don’t let him have the milk if he doesn’t want the whole cow. Lol. 

He passes the note back to Keith, smiling coyly. 

Keith opens the note, and grins. “You’re such a freaking tease, nerd.” He says, winking at Bryce. Bryce’s cheeks heat up. He loves what a man Keith is, rising up to the challenge!

“So?” Bryce says, twirling his hair. 

“This Saturday, you and me? Ice cream at Friendly’s?” Keith says, “I’ll pick you up in my red car.” 

Bryce pauses. The red car is for sex, he knows. He’s not that kind of a guy. He thought Keith knew him better than that. He feels tears sting behind his piercing green eyes, his eyelashes now glued together with fresh tears. A lone crystal tear glistens down his alabaster cheek. Keith’s mouth gapes open and shut, trying to find the words,

“Listen, I’m not mad at you, I’m just disappointed” Bryce interrupts, his voice nearly a whisper

“Bryce, I -“ Keith starts, and Bryce holds up a hand. 

“I’m not that kind of guy, Keith. I know you’re not used to this. I know you’re used to girls throwing themselves at you, begging for your attention. I won’t do that. I have my dignity. I want a man who will appreciate how much effort goes into this” Motioning up and down at his body. “So if you want, take some other girl to ‘Friendly’s’ this Saturday in your red car. I won’t be mad. In fact, I’ll be glad, because I avoided getting my heart broken by you, jocko.” Bryce says, making air quotes with his delicate jasmine petal like fingers as he uttered Friendly’s from his rose bud lips, head held up high despite the pain he was feeling in his heart. 

Keith opens his mouth, to speak.

“Ah-ah-ap,” Bryce says, “I don’t want to see you talk the talk, Keith… I want to see you walk the walk…” swaying his hips as he walks away, the bell ringing to the beat of his voluptuous ass, like a round pork dumpling (not too voluptuous though like those bitches who do softball with crazy thunder thighs, yuck!)

Keith runs after Bryce, his heart racing. He’s never felt this way before. He grabs onto Bryce’s wrist, astonished by how slender and birdlike Bryce’s bones are. 

“I’m not like that, Bryce. I’m not like the other guys. Those are all just rumors. My mom and dad hate me, Bryce. They want me to become a lawyer. And to do that, I need to get this football scholarship. I know people think it’s easy being rich and handsome, but I have a lot of problems too. I’m under so much pressure, Bryce. My dad wants me to work at his law firm when I grow up, but I just really want to paint. I - I don’t know why I’m even telling you this but I love art, Bryce. I’m an artist, but nobody sees that. They just see my muscles, and think I’m some dumb jock… And.. I- I-“ red in the face with tears streaming down his face, Keith grabs onto a neighboring ajar locker, elbowing away some nerd in the face, clutching his side gasping for air as though he were a newly birthed babe yet to be cut from his mother’s nutritional supply, yet a dependent on ma-ma’s placenta, unable to allow oxygen into his system on his own… he needs…

“Hey, it’s okay baby, shhh, shhh. Come here for a hug” Bryce presses his curves against Keith, not in a sexy way, but to transfer heat and nurture Keith. Keith is a manly guy who is always so stressed and he just needs some oxytocin to calm his nerves. He needs his softness. Bryce’s softness - to quench the thirst, to smooth the cracks on the barren surface of his desert heart. His lonely heart, seeking the comfort of… Bryce. Keith knew in that moment, that this is what he needed, all his life. He needs Bryce, like a Tiktaalik needs water to even consider itself an amphibian, like a beaver needs to chew on wood. 

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Beep-beep!

Bryce’s alarm goes off at seven fifteen a.m, right on the dot. So annoying! He gets up out of bed, throws on some fingered socks, puts on his Vans, and gives his hair a quick comb. He’s not like those girls who need to wear a bunch of product every morning and a pound of makeup - he’s just cute n’ classy Bryce. He checked his reflection in his mirror. “I’m beautiful” he noted. Now smiling to himself, “of course”, he remembers the previous day  where he shared a sacred moment with Keith in the sophomore hallway. He didn’t need to sell his soul or be less of who he is to be loved. He didn’t need to wear skanky pink outfits or get his ass spanked for a man to crave him. Crave his soul - not just for the carnal. Bryce feels it already. He’s evoked a spiritual urge in Keith; he can feel his energy infiltrating his heart already, his soul is blossoming, Keith’s urgency is already finding it’s way into Bryce’s depths. 

Bryce’s mom, who’s a BITCH by the way, calls out “TURN OFF THE MUSIC BRYCE!!” Bryce rolls his eyes and blows his mahogany locks out of his face. His mom doesn’t understand the soul of an artist. He turns down his Dashboard Confessional, pokes his tush out and glances approvingly at his mirror one last time, before fluttering his little feet down the stairs. 

“Bryce, I’m worried about you”, his mom’s eyes brimming with tears from the driver’s seat.

“What is it, Karla?” Bryce replies shortly.

“Bryce, call me mom please. It hurts me so much when you call me Karla” her eyes now overflowing with limpid tears.

“Karla, you stopped being ‘mom’ to me once you stopped following Christ. You’re a loose, loose woman… marrying daddy and then messing around with any old Ike in the neighborhood” he spat out. He knows his words are venomous. He doesn’t hate the sinner, but Bryce is the type of person who understands that sisterhood is about real love - not loving someone off a cliff. So sometimes he gotta be tough! Lol!

“Bryce, after dad and I got divorced we both agreed we can start seeing other people. I went on a few dates with a man I met at your band practice who was an absolute gentlem-”

“Ah-ah-ap! Enough!!” Now pinching his tulip like nose bridge, “Karla, Karla, karla! You just come up with these excuses for your behavior. When are YOU gonna straighten YOUR act up in the eyes of Jesus, huh woman? When are  YOU gonna decide that your sexuality is sacred? Who do YOU wanna be mama, Jezebel, or Mary?” Bryce poses quizzically, a delicate eyebrow raised.

As they pull into the school parking lot, “Bryce, I wanted to talk about your report ca-” Karla starts.

“Ha! Later Karla. I really want you to think about your actions and if they align with Jesus.” Bryce gets out of the car and slams the door, sauntering off with his head held high. Seriously, they should pay him for having Karla in the house!

Bryce skips his first few classes and spends time laughing and playing his guitar in the school courtyard. He’s a boy in love and he’s just singing his heart out. He feels so free, yet so safe to be who he’s always meant to be. It’s like, everything in his life finally makes sense. Why do the birds chirp the way they do in the morning? Why do babies know how to suckle a teat? Why does the ocean know how to kiss the sand? Everything has a somebody you know? If your mind is blown, it’s okay boo! That’s how everyone gets when they talk to Bryce. 

So now it’s lunchtime. Bryce makes his own lunch. He made an apple pie and some roast chicken with brustle sprouts. Now it’s the moment he fears… finding a table to sit at. There’s just so many choices! He feels so embarrassed, what if he doesn’t fit in? He’s not like the other kids.. he’s deep, he has heart, he cares about the environment, ugh. They just won’t understand him.

He turns around dejectedly to go sit in the bathroom. He cant handle the pressure today, not after talking to his Bitch Karla in the morning. At least she doesn’t have friends (all her friends are ugly), Lol. But Bryce is cute and hot, even if he is sad, he sees himself in the bathroom mirror, holding his roast chicken with apple pie.

“So beautiful,” He hears a voice say from behind him, “Absolutely breathtaking. What is your name sweet dove?’

He turns around, and there’s a boy with brown hair, an annoying looking girl with glasses, and - 

Wow, Bryce thinks, that is one FOX of a girl! With voluptuous heaving breasts and a cute bandana around her head...Wow. And those sweet, acorn colored eyes, like pools of chocolate. Innocent yet beguiling. Her Skin is the color of nutmeg… a rare island spice.

“Bryce,” he says, “And who are you?”

The boy with brown hair talks first, a wily smile on his face.

“I’m Lance,” he says, “And this is Pidge,” he points at the stupid small one with glasses, “And this is Hank,” he points to the most exquisite one, outshining even the sun with her radiance and beauty. 

“Hi,” Bryce says, feeling a blush rise to his ears. He’s so shy, he’s not good at making friends. He’s always been a loner, just him and his music and Mee-Maw. 

“What are you doing in here, sweet dove?” Lance asks, cocking his hip to the side and smirking. 

“I-I felt shy I guess. People always make fun of me and I don’t make friends. I’m a lone wolf, I guess. But… enough about me. Do you guys, idk… like to cook?”

Hank answers, “Yes doll, I love to cook! I make the best Samoan food in this po-dunk town! I can teach you,” her beautiful eyes glinting even in the harsh lighting of the bathroom, her thick hips now propped against the door.

Lance now pipes up, “Baby, we’re the girls you want to know here okay? There’s Allura, Romelle, Lotor, Keith and the other popular kids, but - they’re super shallow. The girls in that clique try to get attention by wearing short skirts.” 

“So… what do you guys do instead?” Bryce asks quizzically.

“Well, we take home-ec and we each have different talents. I, Lance, can stitch - they call me sharp shooter because I can thread the needle!” and “Pidge”, the small breasted bespectacled weirdo is now typing away at her PC laptop like a some kind of savant, “can clean”. “Boring” Bryce thought to himself. “That one’s the talentless one”. 

Lance continues, “and Hank can cook anything. This baby, is how we attract men. Our milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, and I mean, actual milkshake! We sell milkshakes to help raise money for the prom!”

Bryce does the mental calculus really quickly. He loves this group already so he needs to figure out how to get some bargaining power while also figuring out what he can offer them. “So… if I were to hang out with you guys, what’s in it for ME?”

Lance hums curiously, thumbing his lower lip, and says, “Bryce, I don’t think you’ve ever had girlfriends who prised you for your heart. I can tell, that even though you’re so beautiful, you have your guard up. Guarding your precious heart like a knight guards a princess in her castle. But that’s why we’re now here. You see, we are looking for a member who can be our heart. I can tell you’re insecure because you might not be able to beat Hank’s cooking. First of all, we don’t compare sister. Second of all, you don’t need to be the cook. You’re our heart.”

Bryce’s eyes brim with tears. Finally, someone who understands him. He feels so seen by this new group, except for Padge or whatever, who’s still tittering on her PC. The tittering bitch now speaks, “Guys, lunch is almost over! I need to go get set up for AP Chem!!” 

“Nerd!” Lance says and Bryce chuckles. He’s glad that Lance pointed that out about the tittering bitch.

“Oh and by the way” Lance says as he is poised to leave the bathroom, “We’re going to wear matching outfits tomorrow. We will wear yellow bikini tops over a black turtleneck and black pants and scuba gear.”

“Scuba gear?” Bryce asks quiznackally, and Lance smirks.

“It’s for a protest,” he says, “You care about the environment don’t you?” 

“I do... “ Bryce says shyly, “Okay, I will wear that outfit.”

“Great, babe,” Lance says, patting Bryce on the shoulder and blowing a saucy kiss as he leaves. Bryce watches Hank’s thunderous ass sway as she leaves, so excited to be friends with such a beautiful and sexy exotic woman.

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Bryce fluttered his eyelashes gently as he set his size 4 vans into “Voltrom Regional High School”. Go Lions! Hehe. ;) Speaking of which, Bryce is trying out for the cheer team. In the WhatsApp group chat for Lance’s girl crew the gals all thought Bryce would make a really cool cheerleader. Plus, Lance is cheer co-captain, and he told Bryce he’ll look out for him in practice so the preppy cheerleaders don’t bully him.

But anyhoo - he stepped into school with his Vans. His only sign of individuality today as he hands himself over to the clutches of conformity. He is willing to do that for the sake of camaraderie. Typically, Bryce scoffs at girls who engage in such trivialities, but Bryce really likes these girls (besides the Tittering Bitch, duh!! We don’t like a four-eyed LOSER!!!) and wants to give them a chance. There’s always a tradeoff… your individuality versus connection, your food’s fiber content vs how good it tastes, or when a girl thinks she can coast on sex but a man really needs a woman who can cook. He knows he is ROCKING this great look that the girls want him to wear and he knows they’re going to think he’s so cool and pretty in this hot scuba look. Imagine what Keith is going to think! He’s going to LOVE IT!

Bryces goes to the cafeteria, shyly covering one limpid, eye with his lush locks of hair. He knows he looks cute… but the scuba suit is so skin tight, clinging to his curves. So he feels overexposed… Bryce doesn’t dress like this, not Bryce with his baggy jeans and band tees.

He steps into the cafeteria with one of his delicate size 4 feet, and then, suddenly, he sees Lance and Hank and the Tittering bitch sitting at the table, laughing like Bryce doesn’t even exist. Wearing their cardigans and skinny jeans, Bryce’s pale cheeks heat up in embarrassment and shame. He can’t believe he trusted them… he wants to go run away and cry.
He feels crystalline tears begin to pool in his eyes. He feels so betrayed.. His first crew of girlfriends..Et tu, bitches? Whatever; Bryce has been hardeend over the years. He could stay stuck on these whores, being vengeful, but Bryce is God’s little girl. He will rise above it. :) The best revenge is your happiness! That being said Bryce knows deep down in the bottom of his soul that they are SLUTS and he hates them. He knows that the truth - God’s Truth - is that these may be women but they are NOT ladies. He knows how to behave like a lady. Though these Sluts and Sick Whores may be laughing, they won’t have the last laugh. It’s he who should be laughing, in fact, for how trashy THEY look! They chose to bring him down instead of lifting up a fellow sister. And at the end of the day, Bryce may love the environment but doesn’t mean he can’t fight dirty too! Bitches, Nice Bryce can’t come to the phone right now, she’s dead… Bitch Bryce only thinks about karma.

Anyway Bryce flutters and swings his legs onto the cafeteria table and squats on the surface, supporting himself lightly with his wrists, jumped from his squat up to the Bitch Crew. He then smirked at Lance.
“Hmph!!” Bryce let out, his voice like the breeze caressing the wind.
“... What’re you doing here?” Lance spoke with disdain.
“Does it feel good for you, Lance? Do you feel BETTER about yourself now that you made me look like an idiot?”
“I-” Lance started.
“Ahp-ahp-ahp! I think you did a very bad thing, Lance. Why are we still doing this in 2019? The thing where girls be mean to each other to feel good about themselves? We gotta lift each other up!” Bryce announced for the whole cafeteria to hear, still a sight to behold wearing a scuba suit in his regal squatting posture on the cafeteria table.
“You’re just a freak nerd!! Go away! I’m too pretty for this shit ugh!” Lance spat back.
“Listen, sister, beauty isn’t what it’s all about. Hank is hotter than you anyways. Who taught you, sister, that bringing down other women is your way to the top? Girls! We need to be lifting each other up as women in the eyes of Jesus. We are better than this. Everyone, stand up!” Bryce commands at the kids, using his toned ballerina abs (not too toned, like a man or one of those girls who does swimming!) and his opposable knees to swing his body around a full three sixty degrees, still squatting sensuously and elegantly all the while, to look all of his classmates in the eyes, like the way an empress rules her kingdom.

“Stand up!” Bryce repeats, and like a wave, the entire class stands up, applauding and cheering for Bryce. Behind Bryce, Keith comes up and puts his strong arm on Bryce’s shoulder, feeling so prideful to have such a sexy and smart lover.

Lance is so livid… that stupid bitch Bryce walks into his school, of which he is the shadow puppet master, and steals the spotlight, just like that! And he made Lance look like a dumb bitch! Lance has been working for years, toiling behind the scenes, carefully constructing the ecosystem of this school so that it plays and jives to Lance’s calculated whims. He will not let Bryce get away with this...not a chance!

Lance runs into the boy’s locker room. As a sportyboy, the locker room is ever the sanctuary. :) It’s like, an accessory! He eyes the room with his large, almond shaped brown eyes and catches a glimpse of the large buffoon of a gym teacher, who is shirtlessly padding around. Lance leans against the lockers, cocks one hip upwards and smirks,
“Hey, Shiro ;) that black lion tattoo looks sexy on your muscled abdomen” Lance spoke from his viciously pretty lips.
“Oh, that old thing? Thanks!” Shiro replied. Lance took a few steps up to Shiro and placed a hand on his chest.
“So, big boy, what are you up to?” Lance asked coyly, biting his lower lip and glancing up at Shiro through his eyelashes.
“Oh, I’m just searching for my basketball” he said with a frown.
“In the lockerroom? Wait-nevermind. I won’t ask. I love an athletic man. You know something Shiro? I know everyone at this school thinks you’re just a big dumb jock, but I love that you’re such a man. What do you think baby?” Lance asks coyly.
“I think it’s really nice” Shiro says.
“Okay, let’s get weird!” Lance says, and Shiro then takes his thingy out. He turns it and places it in Lance’s glittering orifice, and Lance smirks mirthfully, cackling. Lance then rotates Shiro’s thingy and jams it in sexily and Shiro shrieks with pleasure. Lance knows that that slut Bryce has been whoring it up to Keith. Lance has had a crush on Keith since the 4th grade. He knows Keith is with Alura right now but he doesn’t care! He wants a piece of that bad boy mansteak and he wants it NOW! Lance is the type of woman who doesn’t let any bitches get in the way. No. As his queen and icon, Ariana Grande, said in her song, “I want it, I got it”, that’s how he views his relationships with others and the universe. You might not know this about Lance, but he’s a Satanist. His Infernal Majesty looks at people who aren’t Lance and says, “yes sweetie if you work hard you’ll get your reward”, but because Lance gives HIM puppy dog eyes, HIM tells him, “ask, and you shall receive.” And this much, Lance knows to be true. In other words: Bryce is going DOWN bitch.

In the meanwhile, Bryce changed into a modest cardigan that goes down to the top of his slender yet plump hips, bootcut black jeans, and Vans. Classy, cute and sensible are always Bryce’s go to’s. He’s in World History class… talk about BORING! But Keith is in this class which makes everything better. He looks up from his notes and smiles shyly at Keith, tucking a lock of his silken hair behind his ear. Keith smirks rougihsly at Bryce and Bryce feels his heart clench and unclench, embarrassing!

The world history teacher, Q’uran, named after the religious text written by the prophet Mohammed himself, is twirling his orange moustache. Bryce doesnt thin k he’s handsome… but he hopes he’s happy. Lol. Even though Bryce isn’t a weirdo himself, he does think weird people deserve rights. He genuinely hopes that unfortunate people like that Muslim Qu’ran are worthy of love from God. Truly.

“So, my little duckling students, you need to pick a project topic and partner, because you will be given a presentation on Friday!” Korran says, rubbing his stomach and laughingly.

Bryce feel his blood run cold… He feels a cold sweat come on, and his delicate hands furl into soft, flowering fists, clenched around the edge of his desk. Bryce isn ‘t good with crowds… he has what is known as “Stage Fright” - thats what his psychic told him. He wants to cry, and he needs to be held. He needs warmth and so he prays to Jesus. Suddenly, as though his prayers have been answered, he feels a warm body come behind him and two strong arms wrap around his frail, 12 inch circumference ribcage.

Did you ever know that you're my hero
And everything I would like to be?

Bette Midler - always a classic - he has that song stuck in his head now! Bryce chuckles to himself. “Oh! I’m such a cheeseball.” Bryce thinks to himself.
“Baby, what’s the matter?” Keith asks, tenderly looking into Bryce’s eyes.
“Oh babe… I feel so relieved to feel your big, strong arms around me so tight right now. I feel so tucked in.” Tears start streaming down Bryce’s face as his vision blurs.
“I have horrible stage fright and I-I-..” he starts to sob, the sobs wracking through his body and he begins wailing, his songlike cries reverberating against each of the four walls of Mr. Koran’s classroom. As the sounds vibrate, Keith starts chanting,
“VOaaahowaaahoaaawhoaaaaaawwwww.” And then pause for 4 seconds. “VOaawewwwwohowwwwaawwww.” He has a very specific tone that he uses for this, that only Keith knows. You may think what Keith is doing is silly, or odd even. But Keith is a very practical man. What Keith is doing has twofold purpose. Firstly he’s using his thoracic cavity as a heat chamber of sorts. The sound waves bouncing in his big strong chest will generate heat due to the impact in his chest cavity. Second of all, Keith has picked up on Bryce’s deeply empathic nature. These sounds will calm Keith’s vagus nerve, making it both easier for him to be present to Bryce, but also Bryce will get on the same vibration as him. It’s similar to the “Canon per Tonos” by Bach, in that, with every iteration of Keith’s “Vaouhoo” vocalizations, his frequency will increase by a tone as Bryce’s will diminish, until they converge and are in unison.
Qu’ran instructed the class to form a circle around the emotional duo, understanding the sanctity of this container.
“Class, during this time, none shall exit or leave the classroom”. The other children groaned, but understood.
Soon enough, Bryce’s wailing had quieted and he was now also vocalizing in Keith’s same tone,
“VOaaahowaaahoaaawhoaaaaaawwwww.” and then pause for 4 seconds. “VOaawewwwwohowwwwaawwww.” For a moment Keith felt a flash of something. Like, he found his twin flame. Same tone… it’s like, they have the same soul signature. He can sense it. Can Bryce feel it too…?
Bryce looks back up at Keith after their passionate experience in the container. He can’t believe he got to experience God with his man.
“Thank you handsome, this was so helpful for me.” Bryce says to Keith.
“Baby, you’re going to crush this presentation. But let’s go home and run some lines! Time for us to hit the books, baby. We’re a power couple - smart and sexy. So we can totally do this. We’ll get you in shape for this, pronto” Keith tells Bryce.

While this serendipitous event is occurring, Shiro is twisting and gyrating in a asynchronous fashion as Lance’s butt and wee begin to shatter and rumble. Shiro is stupid… but man, Lance thinks, he knows how to please a women! As Lance erupts into a seven pointed star of light, Shiro begins to cry, and they both feel the residual vibrations both from their unholy Satanic union, and the golden, pure one of Keith and Bryce’s union, sending shockwaves through their conjoined forms. He plans to tell Keith about this. Maybe then Keith will feel so jealous that he’ll drool over Lance the lascivious Lolita and drop that frigid bitch Bryce.

Bryce walks out of World History class, still in his metaphysical cocoon of intimacy and he spots an ajar closet door. He walks up to it to close it. We wouldn’t want anyone getting “booped” on the head from a door now, would we? So silly! But as he approached the door, he beheld a site so forsaken, so sinful. He saw Lance’s bum and wee, and saw Shiro looking so high and glistening along with his wee. Bryce approached the two of them with an admonishing look on his face.
“Well, well, well. You two ought to be ashamed of yourselves!” Bryce thundered. Shiro immediately cowers and starts whimpering at Bryce’s feet.
“Oh shut up, thot! We all know you’ve been sleeping with Keith, who’s Allura’s boyfriend, by the way!” Lance spat back.
“Sweetie, I’m not sleeping with him, but a man will make his choice based on which woman is the most valuable - it’s how Jesus makes things work.” Bryce explained cool headedly to the hotheaded cheerleader. “Lance, sister, I know we had our differences, but you are worthy of a man who will commit to you - not a dumb dumb gym teacher, you know? Anyway, I have class to get to so I’ll be on my way” Bryce saunters off.

That whore! Lance feels so humiliated right now. Bryce saw his thingy and bum bum!
“By the way... what is your name?” Shiro asks, lacking the cognition to understand what just occurred, panting and slamming his stupid head against the locker. Idiot, bastard.

“Oh,” Lance says, smirking seductively, and tossing a flick of his brunette locks behind his ear, “It’s... Bryce.”