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JFK looked at the arpartment where his best friend and crush of 3 years waited. He saw him by the window and he waved at him and his heart started beating way too fast. he opened the door.
"Hey pissbaby, get in!" Van Gogh said and hen gulped and pulled his luggage into the house.
JFK hugged him.
"I've been so, uh, lonely ever since Cleo went missing in Afghanistan."
"That's so brace of her. She loved you."
JFK stared at him for a minute.
"Yeah...let's get you settled in!" And then Van Gogh helped him to his room.
"It's a one bedroom place so you'll have to share a room with me." He smiled at him.
"It'll be, er uh, like a sleepover!"
"Totally!" Then there was a knock at the door and Van Gogh followed JFK to the door where they found a girl with short magenta hair and big brown eyes waving.
"Oh hey Joan," said JFK.
"Hi," she said flipping her hair back to reveal her badass studded choker around her neck and black top that had sleeves to her middle arm and green cargo pants and platform boots.
"I'm your neighbor!" she said happily even though they all lived in the same neighborhood for like 16 years.
They both shook her hands.
"She's nice," said Van Gogh.
"And pretty hot," said JFK.
And Van Gogh felt a pain in his heart. Was JFK totally straight? He always wondered if he was bi because of how he flirted with him sometimes on Discord.
He didn't know if he would tell him he is gay and is in love with him.
Then JFK gave him a sweet smile and he felt warm again.