What the hell am I doing? Biff thought, as he felt himself grab hold of Randy's hand. Little did he know, Randy was thinking the exact same thing. Only fags hold hands like this!
"Dude, what the hell?" asked Danny Foster, a fellow football player. He had a stunned look on his face. "Why are you two holding hands?"
Biff wanted to yell that he wasn't doing this on purpose, but instead he just smiled and said "Because we're in love." No, no, no! Why did I just say that? he thought.
"In love?" Danny said, disgustedly. "Are you two queers or something?"
"We don't like that term," Randy said, in a soft and slightly effeminate tone. "But yes, we are." He turned and looked lovingly at Biff. Then Biff found himself looking at Randy in the same way. And then both of them did something that they never ever wanted to do. They kissed.
"I can't believe I actually called you two faggots my friends," Danny said, finding the whole thing revolting. "Just wait til all the other guys hear about this." He started walking away.
Biff wanted to tell Danny to stop, to tell him to not tell anyone about this, but he couldn't stop kissing Randy. What the hell was happening?!
