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A/N: This really did happen to me. Names have been changed for privacy and the fact that I didn't tell them they'd be in my fic.

I'm not quite sure how we met in the first place. I don't really remember. All I remember is his cheesy smile and full lips, his long, brown hair, and beautiful green eyes. He was ever so slightly taller than me, and was skinny as they come. He dressed like a rock star. Without the really huge belts.

In all essences, he was a hottie.

Maybe it was Angie who introduced us. Like I said, I don't really remember, but then, I don't usually remember a lot of things.

For example, having to finish writing my cases.

See, we met in debate, and that's really all I remember. Isn't it amazing how two people so alike and so meant for each other can meet in something as geeky as debate?

Or, that's what I thought, anyway. But I digress.

It was my procrastination that first drew him to me. Well, we already knew each other and talked a little, but this was the catalyst for our entire relationship. We were both rushing to finish our cases by the time that the coach got there, and we bounced ideas off of each other.

I don't remember what we said, exactly, but I remember looking at his bare arms, revealed by his three-quarter sleeve black buttoned-up shirt.

And I saw drawings of at least five different kinds of pie and three songs' worth of lyrics.

God, the boy was an artist, a songwriter, ambidextrous, and he liked pie. What more could you want?

Oh, you could want a lot more, as I was soon to find out.

But those drawings started our whole relationship. We went from acquaintances to friends to best friends to...

I'm not even sure of what we are anymore.

Now that I think about it, I realize that his shirt that day should have tipped me off. Who wears a button up shirt to school, much less a tight-fitting one?

Apparently John did. That was his name, you see. Jonathan Jeffrey Jackson. Rolls off of the tongue, doesn't it? Triple-J, Angie called him. But he'd respond to anything but Johnny. He hated that name.

The longer the debate season dragged on, the closer we got. I was truly and honestly surprised that Angie didn't go after John herself, but I couldn't complain. I found my head laying on his shoulder a lot during awards. He gave the best hugs, too.

God, I was a fool. There were so many signs, so much evidence to who he was and I was blind to it. Blinder than I had been in a long time.

I suppose the first thing that tipped me off was Hannah. She had the hugest crush on him, and I just thought she had been joking to keep me away from him, but no. She had been telling the truth.

And he did the voice so well, too.

So when I finally told him... Well, was I in for a surprise.

"John?" I asked, right in the middle of an award ceremony, my head comfortably resting on his shoulder.

"Yeah, Carrie?"

"I love you."

"... You mean like, boyfriend/girlfriend love?"

"Yeah. I mean, I've never felt like this before. You're the only nice boy I know."

"... God, I hate to do this to you..."

"You... you don't..."

"Carrie, I totally would date you. There's just one little problem, you see."

"What?"

"I'm gay."

How's that for ironic, Alanis?