Ralph's POV

"I'm pretty sure he's hotter in Seventeen Again," stated Simon from my bed. Sam twisted around, giving an appropriate glare as Simon had just interrupted our Sherlock fangirling. I mean, fanboying, sorry.

"Excuse me, Simon, but Sam and I were just discussing our gay babies with Sherlock," I snapped in fake-anger "That is, if he doesn't reproduce with John first."

"Well sor-ry, I was just concerned as to whether or not my gay babies with Zac Efron will look as attractive as me," said Simon. To accentuate this statement, he lifted up a Cosmopolitan magazine (which he had stolen from his mom) to show a picture of Zac Efron making a very unattractive face. It was one of those stupid Celebrity OMG! columns, the kind that made no one OMG unless they were still convinced that celebrities were not human. I, on the other hand, did not believe that at all, seeing as I would be one of them someday.

"They'll be fine. If they have me as a godfather, I'm sure my beauty will rub off on them," I said. I stuck out my tongue at Simon's "ew" face and chuckled.

We were just about to divulge in yet another conversation about whose surrogate children would beat up the others (mine would so beat Simon's) when Simon's phone lit up with a text. It was Jack.

"How the hell did he get your number?" I yelled, pausing Hulu much to Sam's dismay. Simon rolled his eyes.

"Chill your dick, Ralph. He gave me his and I texted him one day asking about a practice time for Midsummer's. He must have saved my number," explained Simon. His thumbs moved steadily over his iPhone and he sighed in dismay as another text made his phone shake.

"What's he saying?" I asked. At this point, Sam and I were sitting cross legged on my bed, trying to peer over Simon's phone to catch a glimpse of the screen. Simon, obviously looking for attention, tilted the screen away from us with a hint of a smile.

"Oh, nothing. Just something about auditions," he quipped. Sam and I shared a look before promptly rolling our eyes.

"Details, Si," I said. After a moment of Simon not replying, seeing as he was completely absorbed in his phone, I'd had enough of the shenanigans. I plucked the cell phone from his hands while Sam held him off as I read the text out loud.

"No, jazz choir's at six- thirty this week because of auditions," I read. Sam and I both slumped disappointedly in unison. Simon let out a little huff before snatching back his phone.

"Told you," he sneered.

"So when are you guys going to tell me everything that went down in the hallway?" whined Sam. This time Simon and I shared a look. Sam hated being out of the loop more than I hated BOBS (total rip- off of TOMS), but unfortunately that occurred often for him seeing as how Simon was number- one on my friends list. There were certain things that we had between each other that we just couldn't share with the outside world.

Fortunately, Jack's coming out was not one of them.

"This calls for adult-coffee time," stated Simon solemnly.

Soon enough it was the three of us sitting at my kitchen table with mugs of coffee in our hands. Well, everyone except for me, seeing as how I was too elite for coffee. That was, excluding times of crisis aka during solo and ensemble contest or tech week. But, seeing as how I was not in the mood to be bouncing off the walls singing charts from Jekyll and Hyde at one in the morning, I decided to lay off the coffee and go for a cup of earl grey instead.

"Yeah, he really screamed 'I'm gay' right there in the hallway," I explained while Simon nodded in approval. Sam's eyes were wide and his hands stopped folding and unfolding the napkin as they had previously been doing.

"Wow," he said at last. The napkin slipped through his fingers as he folded the ends together again. Simon nodded once again before looking down to examine the remains of his cup. He frowned before standing up and going to retrieve his third cup.

"So what are you guys going to do about it?" asked Sam. Simon froze at the fridge, his hand resting on the latch. Our eyes met for a brief moment and I was sure our faces mirrored each others.

"I don't know. We really didn't think about it," said Simon to Sam. His green eyed gaze turned back on me. "Any ideas?"

"No clue," I said. Looking down at my own cup, I realized I had just enough water last for a final sip. I took said sip before looking back up at my friends.

"But I do know one thing for sure," I said with a devilish grin. Sam and Simon's eyebrows both furrowed in confusion as they stared at me in anticipation.

"What's that?" asked Sam.

"We definitely are going to use this to our advantage during auditions," I replied.

Jack's POV

I sighed and stuffed another handful of Doritos into his mouth. "I dunno dude, it's like…" my voice trailed off for a moment as a dumbass camper shot at me and missed by a friggin mile, "Die motherfucker!" I yelled, mashing the buttons on his controller frantically.

Eric looked up from the magazine he was reading. "I feel you. Every time Sam starts going on about the sleepovers him and Ralph and Simon get up to, I wanna kill him too."

I rolled my eyes. "Not what I meant, but I believe you. I mean, I don't know why Ralph hates me so much."

Eric dropped the magazine from his face and fixed an incredulous stare at me. "Well, maybe it has something to do with how you pulled a dick move and posted about him on Facebook without mentioning his name."

"Oh. Well, yeah, that was a dick move. But still, I don't see how that's a reason to call an 'emergency slumber party.'"

A few moments passed where the only sound in the room was the shrieks of men on the television dying horribly bloody deaths. Then the "Sports Illustrated: Swimsuit Edition" Eric had been reading flew through the air and smacked me in the face. Indignant, I paused the game and tossed the offending magazine to the side.

"Dude, what the hell? I don't wanna see that."

Eric pointed an accusing finger at me. "And that right there is the reason for the emergency sleepover."

I cocked my head to the side. "Huh?"

"Are you honestly that dense? If you suddenly burst out of the closet to arguably the two gayest boys in the entire state, of course there's going to be an emergency sleepover."

Realization dawned over me like a cold shower, "Oh."

Eric heaved an exasperated sigh. "Jesus Christ, finally. I knew we'd get there eventually, but I didn't think it'd take that long."

I huffed and turned back to my game. It was quiet between us for a few more minutes. "What do you think they're saying about me?"

Eric snorted. "Probably insulting your fashion sense, or saying how you're not nearly as hot as Zac what's-his-face."

My face flushed. "Yeah probably." I vowed to not think about Ralph or Simon for the rest of the night as I turned to my game, Exclamation of Duty. Instead of wasting my time on them, I would get a kill streak of at least ten.

I had killed eight people when my phone buzzed. I turned around to pick it up, and when I turned back, someone had killed me. Great. The text was from Simon. "Jazz choir practice is at 7 right?"

I rolled my eyes. He had interrupted me for this? I quickly texted back, "No, jazz choir's at six-thirty this week because of auditions."

Eric rolled over onto his back. "Was it the love of your life, our dear Ralph?"

I looked back at him with my best "what the fuck" face. "Love of my life? As if."

A shit-eating grin slowly formed on Eric's face. "So that's what this is all about. You're jealous of Ralph because he actually had the balls to come out of the closet, and there has to be some sexual tension there. Oh this is gold!"

I scoffed. "Please. The closet probably threw him out for trying on all of the clothes. And for the record there is not, nor will there ever be sexual tension between us. Okay? Okay."

"We could call up Roger and see what he thinks about all of this. Ya know he's always the best at seeing stuff like that."

"Roger can stay out of this."

"Why? Because you know he'll see something that you want to deny?"

I heaved an exasperated sigh and gave Eric the best death glare I could. "No, because it would be an utter waste of time. Or, is it because you want Roger over here because you have a crush on him?" I desperately tried to turned the tables on him.

Eric rolled his eyes at my pathetic attempt. "Really? You're terrible at this. Number one, I generally prefer people without penises, and number two… well there's no need for a number two, is there? Number one basically covers everything. Besides, I'm not the one who drunkenly made out with Roger at a cast party."

My face turned as red as my hair. "Whatever," I muttered, turning back to my game.

"Also, I'm pretty sure Roger has a crush on Sam," Eric said conversationally.

"That would be nice to know, you know, if I cared at all."

"You're just going through these drama boys like candy. Ralph, Roger, Simon, who's next, Sam? Wait, don't do that, you might get a crush on me, and that would be weird."

"You wish I had a crush on you."

"Oh yeah, I would only go gay for you, Jackie-face. You know I can't resist tall, gangly, and ginger."

"Shut up, freshman."

"Do keep up. I'm a sophomore now."

I widened my eyes in mock surprise. "Oh, big difference."

"Whatever. You still can't deny your lust for Ralph."

I sighed. "Only because you won't let me."

Eric chuckled. "That's because one day, you won't want to deny it. Given the chance, you'd be in those short-shorts faster than Sam when there's a sale at JC Penny's."

"… whatever."

Author's Note: I'm sososo sorry it's been like, five and a half months since we last updated... both of us had stuff going on, but now that it's summer, we should have time to write! So, hopefully, we'll have the next chapter out soon.

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