Danny: So, are you going to join GSA?
Chuck: You mean the homo club?
Danny: ::laughs:: yeah.
Chuck: I dunno...
Danny: Why not?
Chuck: Well... it's just--
Danny: Wait, you're out right?
Chuck: Huh?
Danny: Are you out? I am.
Chuck: I... guess I'm out.
Danny: For how long now?
Chuck: Just this past year actually...
Danny: So why not join GSA? No harm now that you're out, right?
Chuck: I'm out, just not in that sense. I don't go out flaunting it, but if someone asks me if I am or am not, I say yes. "Comfortably out" is the best way I can explain it.
Danny: ::nod::
Chuck: And why are you pestering me about GSA anyways? Are you an executive in it?
Danny: Yep. I'm the treasurer.
Chuck: Ah, so Justin gave you my seat eh?
Danny: Yeah. ::goes back to flipping through my drawings::
He's even out to his family already. I'm jealous of his courage. Tried slipping a clue to my parents about it if they hadn't already guessed by now; it's hard not to notice all the issues of XY lying about in my room. Parental units are being unresponsive to my clues... either they're just ignoring or they feel they don't need to discuss it with me right at that moment.
Then again, Danny's parents later pulled him out of GSA because they don't want him "associating" with "those people."
Fuck. ::slash::
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