"Hey, Willy," Nick said, grabbing the twink's attention. "Is that your boyfriend over there?" he asked, pointing at the jock-type boy who was arguing with his girlfriend. The moment he said it, though, the argument stopped.
"I sure am," said the boy, whose name was Brad, by the way (Nick overheard). He stood up and walked over to Willy, embracing him and giving him a loving kiss.
"Eww, gross," the girl said. She hated gays. They were so disgusting. She came here for therapy, not for some freak show. She stood up and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?" Candy asked the girl. "Dr. Mitchell will be here soon and you haven't had your session with her yet."
"Hey, maybe you can sit there and watch those two perverts ..."
"One of those perverts is my son, you know. So you'd better watch what you say."
The girl sat back down, feeling a little embarrassed. She didn't know that one of the boys was her son. But she still thought it was gross.
"So how long have you two been dating?" Nick asked the boys.
"Almotht a year now," Willy said.
"Yeah," Brad said. He looked exactly the same as before, although now he was obviously gay. Nick wondered what his jock buddies thought of all of this. After all, those type of guys usually thought badly of gays, right? Perhaps Brad was keeping their relationship a secret from his friends?
"Come on, Brad," Willy whispered seductively in his boyfriend's ear. "Let'th get outta here and go do thumthing fun." Then Willy headed towards the door, pulling Brad with him.
Out the door, Brad called back, saying "How lucky am I to hook up with someone so hot?"
"That's hot?" the girl muttered. "Freak."
Nick turned his attention towards the girl, whose name was Melissa, by the way.
