Matty doesn't know what's going on with gender, and George doesn't know anything except for how to smoke weed.

"Is that a picture of me? In your locker?" "No" "No? Pretty sure that's me" "It might be you, who knows, not me" ©All rights reserved to kickthetrash

Matty Healy, often confused for being a girl. His long curly hair and his feminine clothing choice has landed him the title of being a trannie. But he disagrees, he's just a confused teenager with girly look which couldn't hurt, right? George Daniel on the other hand was the opposite, tall, muscular, and the opposite of what Matty is. He could be angry for no reason and the feeling would last for days, destructive was an understatement if you ask me. Maybe it was just the drugs kicking in, or the hormones. Probably both. But the moment George laid eyes on Matty, the anger disappeared. {AN: this is going to be filled with homophobic slurs and such. Drug use, swearing, sex, violence, and probably a lot more other things.}

Matty Healy is a camboy; George Daniel is a fairly well-off photographer, and an avid viewer of Matty's shows.

Their relationship had been filled with its share of flippant and careless touches from the beginning, but Matty's hand on his back in the middle of the night meant something to him. It was intentional. It always had been. A reassurance in the dark that wordlessly communicated 'I am beside you'. //// A history of George and Matty told in brief vignettes, from alternating perspectives, over the course of 10 years. 13 parts.