Accidents don't just happen accidentally.
-Oh Please Everyone Knows This Mother Effin Quote.
"And we know nothing about this?" Abby sat down between me and her boyfriend.
"Don't you think if we did we'd be doing something besides sitting on our fannies?" Jack cried.
"Calm down. We need a plan." Patrick said. "There's only so far where she could have gone. Heaven isn't everywhere."
"Wait, really?" I received a few glares and sank in my seat. Right. Probably not the time to ask questions.
Patrick ignored me and kept talking. "We need to split up and search. Talk to anyone we can. We need to find Gwen."
Oh, right. You probably don't know who Gwen is. Probably because I've been changing her to his and she to he and Gwen to George.
Well Gwen was gone. There, I said it. Happy? She had disappeared when we were all getting dressed. But no one knew where. We couldn't see her or find her and everyone we'd contacted hadn't seen her.
Jack was a blubbering mess.
I began to pity him. He had loved her, regardless of how much makeup she put on. She was proof LGBT+ people weren't going to Hell, just because they were LGBT+.
And she was gone.
Maybe she did end up in Hell, I don't know. But I wanted to know where she was. I wanted her to be okay. I wanted Jack to smile again and-
I'm getting ahead of myself.
I wanted Jack and Gwen to be happy. I wanted Patrick and Abby to be happy. I wanted Bianca and whatever her deal was to be happy.
Certain unalienable rights.
Bianca had been silent until now. "Where am I needed?" Her voice was low, as if she needed to not be heard from a mere five feet away. No one was near us.
The "sun" came up sooner rather than later and we finally had a plan.
"Are we really doing this?" I was partnered with Jack.
"I wouldn't have it any other way."
Well then. That happened didn't it.
Oh the pain. Oh the spoilers. (Also if anyone ever tells you gays are going to hell say "That's rude! You're overlooking all the perfectly valid reasons I'm going to hell!"
