He was hated throughout town. He didn't mind; he hated everyone else too. Their flashy clothes, trendy music, and their boring personalities. He didn't care if he was known as an asshole to everyone he met. His life working at the local record store was hell, so it's not like he had much to care about anyway. That was until he saw this guy walk through the door, a guy that made his palms sweaty and his chest tight. He couldn't help but stare. Over the weeks, he noticed the guy was staring at him too. Not a stare of judgement, but of interest. Except, he wasn't gay, he couldn't be. But, it would be nice having a friend for once. Maybe something even more...