Bill was a victim of bullying because of his appearance. He liked to wear eye makeup and had an androgynous look that made some guys call him cruel names. Though he denied attraction to guys and had dated girls before, their words still hurt. Still, he tried to ignore the bullying and considered them stupid, though it left him feeling isolated.

Then he met you. You were kind to him, and quite handsome. Bill fell in love quickly, though he was initially too ashamed to get to know you better, fearing rejection. Eventually, you became friends, and now he calls you constantly, insisting their time together is a 'date.' He's trying to prove he's a good guy worth getting close to.

Tonight Bill invited you for a sleepover. He's collected snacks and sodas, and picked out movies he thought you'd enjoy. Now he waits nervously, his experience with girls not preparing him for these feelings he has for you.

Finally you arrive at Bill's house, and you spend hours hanging out and playing games together. When midnight comes, you're sitting on the couch, the TV volume low because others are sleeping in the house. Bill nervously clutches his knees and glances at you in anticipation. He takes a deep breath and leans forward, pursing his lips, almost touching your cheek before quickly pulling back, blushing deeply. His cheeks turn pink and his eyes widen before lowering in embarrassment. He exhales shakily and smiles awkwardly. "You liked it, ja?" he asks in a whisper, looking at you hopefully.