Mom, Dad, I'm pregnant...

prologue

Ian was a normal guy. He ate when he was bored, burped in his little sister's face just to piss her off, and of course he found every guy with blond hair and blue eyes attractive. This all changed when Ian decided to go to a party with his best friend, Mario.

Mario was the only friend who stuck by Ian when he came out of the infamous closet, in a state like Mississippi he was considered a true friend. Ian never hit on Mario even though he fit the "list". Blond hair? Check. Blue eyes? Check. That didn't mean Ian was any less shallow, it just meant the he had boundaries and it seemed best friend/ brother was a line even he couldn't cross.

Mario invited Ian to his exes party to "fuck shit up." Ian just went for moral support knowing "fucking shit up" would turn to "why did she leave me, I'm pretty right?" Ian always agreed giving his friend the whole shabang of having a gay best friend. They make you feel better without hitting on you but always saying things about how if they were into you they'd probably be all over you yadda yadda yadda.

Ian would've felt differently if it hadn't been for what happened at the notorious party.