Queer bent bastard

Kyle and I finished our last final on Thursday. Kent had one final to write in Advanced Calculus on Friday and then all of us were done. Needless to say, a celebration was planned for Friday night. However, Kyle and I had a little celebration of our own planned for Thursday night. Not only were we finished finals, but I turned eighteen on Thursday and Kyle was taking me out to celebrate. We were going to the Vintage Chophouse for what could very well be the best steaks on the planet, and then to The Twisted Element to dance all night.

During dinner, we talked a bit about final exams and the freedom we both felt now that we had both finished our final year of high school. The rest of the time, we talked about us, our plans for the summer and university in the fall, but mostly about summer.

As we were finishing up dessert, Kyle pulled out a small box and placed it on the table between us.

“Happy Birthday,” he said quietly.

Grinning, I replied, “Thanks.”

I slowly reached over, picked it up and carefully removed the wrapping. It was a small jewelery box. I opened it. Inside were two matching rings, each with a single diamond.