Samson was in his room staring mindlessly at the ceiling, another night had passed where he had another dream. He was trying to make sense of it all but he knew, had knew. What all of his friends had joked and teased. He was what they called a fag, a homosexual, gay. Sammie shook his head and pushed back his bangs forcefully. His father was at work like usual and his mother was overbearing always wanting to know what was new with him, what was happening to him. Samson would always shrug her off and tell her that nothing was new, which wasn't fully lying. For a high school student he was fairly invisible. Samson of course had a few friends if you could call them that, they were more like acquaintances. If you looked at the reality of it he only had one friend. One person he could trust and count on no matter what. Claire Robinson. They had been friends for as long as he could remember and he knew that they would never be able to not be friends. Ever since they met they were like paper and glue. Stuck to one another's side. He picked up his cell phone and speed dialed Claire. *ring, ring, ring* And just like that he heard the loud obnoxious noise that was Claire's voice.<br/><br/>"OMG Sammie you will never believe what happened to me today, so you know I was taking my driving test today and the sleezeball of a driving instructor told me he would pass me if I slept with him. I told him to go to hell. Of course after I broke a finger or two. Oh and you know he won't be getting any soon. Not after I defiled his car and you know gave out a little warning for those who get into the car." Samson rolled his eyes and took the phone away from his ear and screamed slightly at the receiver "HELLO EARTH TO CLAIRE! I DIDN'T CALL JUST TO TALK ABOUT YOU!" When she snapped to reality she said in a slower tone "Oh Sammie I am sorry. Is something wrong?" Samson sighed and pushed back his bangs which had fallen back over his face and he said softly to make sure his mother couldn't hear him "Yeah. I had it again. I had the dream again. I don't know what to do." Claire audibly sighed and said in a louder tone "SAMSON JOESPH MURDOC there is nothing to do, you're gay sweetheart. You just have to get out of this funk and accept it." Samson closed his eyes and wished his body wasn't shouting at him all the needs and urges that he had, that he needed to fulfill. He heard everything gays were called. All the locker room taunting for any guy that stared and looked for too long. He didn't want that, he was terrified to live his life that way. "NOW WHO NEEDS THE EARTH CALL! SAMSON ARE YOU EVEN PAYING ATTENTION?!"<br/><br/>Samson snapped to reality and nodded even though she wouldn't be able to see him "Yes Claire, I am here. Just dealing with some unneeded things." The next thing he heard was a girly shriek of disgust "EWWWW YOU'RE HARD AND TALKING TO ME, TALK ABOUT GET A ROOM." Samson couldn't help but chuckle and even let out a snort. "Uhh Claire, I am in my room but no I am not currently hard." Claire laughed as well and could tell the innuendo "Not currently? Oh god are you meeting some random stranger again, damn it Sammie how many times have I told you that is dangerous, every time I sit up and worry they are going to find you somewhere in a ditch." Samson rolled his eyes and sighed "Well I'll tell you what find me a guy and find me homo friendly place and then we will talk then." Claire groaned in protest and even possibly growled "Alright but tell me it isn't some married man old enough to be your father, you know all the stress and depression you went through with that one guy. What was his name again Ralph? No Jared, no no no that wasn't it." Sammie cleared his throat "Alright are you done yet? I have to go." He went to hang up but just before he did he heard her scream "CALL ME WHEN YOU GET BACK!" Samson grabbed a backpack to give off the image he was planning to lie to his mother who was in the living room resting after a day of serious spring cleaning. "Where you going dear?" Samson had done this so much he had it down pack "Oh just over to Claire's, I have a paper to write up."<br/><br/>His mother gave him a bright smile and said "Alright sweetness, call if you aren't going to be home right away. When I am expecting you home? The usual six or seven." Sammie nodded "Yup, I'll call if it is any different." He walked out with his blue and white v neck shirt revealing his bare, white, smooth chest. Along with his jeans with holes below his butt cheeks. Up to the park he walked like he did any time some man online wanted to hook up. It was something he usually did, when ever he would wake up with raging hormones he would go searching until some random stranger agreed to meet up. He saw children playing, so carefree not having to worry about such things as hormones and physical attentions. There was a bathroom, on the borders of the park. It was deserted and no one used it because the new ones were built. So it became a popular gay hook up spot. Hidden from homophobic eyes and comments. He stepped into it and tossed his bag into the stall where there was a hole nicely carved in the side. He was meeting up with someone all he knew that he was younger than forty and his username. He grabbed out a piece of paper and a pen when he saw a figure stand up to the stall. He wrote down the username and put a question mark after it asking him if he was who he was meeting up with. Rolling the paper up with the pen inside of the parchment passing it to the male.