Julian was on her way to school. It was not just any kind of day. It was the last day in school before their Christmas holiday. She was wrapped in a warm, black coat and a red scarf, and her blonde hair had snowflakes in it. Her cheeks were flustered red and her hands were buried in her pockets. When she finally got inside, she took off her coat and scarf, leaving it in her locker at the school. She sought out her three friends Mike, Roman and Alyssa, also called Aly. Her own name was actually Juliana, but she had asked to be called Julian instead, and thought of that as her name. She realized she had forgotten her books in her lockers and steered back to them, looking through all of the different books. When she finally found the right one, she sighed and slammed the door of the locker close. After that, she ventured back through the hallways to find Alyssa, since they were the only one who had the same class at this time. Roman and Mike were in other classes, so she thought it best to find her female friend first. Luckily, she was early for school and decided to go look for her. She went through half of the school, passed the library, the infirmary, the gym hall, the lawn behind the school, everywhere she could think of. When she finally gave up, she sat down in the cafeteria with a heavy sigh. God, how annoying! She hated it when she couldn't achieve what she wanted. And she was stubborn, very, very stubborn, and thus decided to reclaim her search. This time she was more thorough, and when she deemed herself done she decided to wait near the entrance, looking in the direction of Aly's locker. She wondered where the other girl was. They always met up in the mornings. Of course it was a bit complicated after the talk they'd had after having got just a little bit too tipsy when they were at Julian's house. Julian had accidentally let it slip that she was gay, and it had created a bit of awkwardness between them. But Alyssa had never broken their promise of meeting up in the morning before. It wasn't like Julian could do anything to her in the open in the middle of a crowded high school hallway. But she had figured it to be her fault that Alyssa was possibly avoiding her. Seeing as she had said it in a rather flirty way. God, she hated how perverse she began when she was drunk! She would always flirt and hit on people and sometimes even have a drunk affair with someone. That one was the worst. After she had... well, she was falling for Alyssa. So after this attraction had started, she had more or less avoided going out drinking. But Alyssa had been so persistent that they went drinking together, even if just at one of their houses, and had a little fun. And of course her being tipsy caused her to drunkenly slip out that she was gay and make it awkward. She sighed as she walked towards the classroom, having almost given up on finding Alyssa. It made her a bit upset that it was her fault, all of it, considering that she had just wanted to do what Alyssa asked her to, which was having a drinking night with her. She hadn't intended for it to go that way. The way she would've told it should've been more graceful. She should have boxed around the topic, ask suggestive questions, subtly to figure out if she was against homosexuality or not, and then eventually, eventually she'd tell the truth. She would be slow and gentle about it, and of course remember to add that she of course wasn't going to hit on Alyssa. Well, that chance was more or less ruined by now, seeing as she'd made a fool of herself and was now possibly hated. The violent side of her came out for just a second and she slammed her fist into the wall, cursing at the pain and the blood that ran down one of her knuckles. Great. She was about just as violent as any man, and sure as hell she was strong. But she didn't care about any of that. She just wanted Alyssa to like her, to have those feelings for her. But Alyssa obviously wasn't gay. She sighed as she went to the bathroom, washing the blood off with cold water. It was class soon and she still hadn't seen Alyssa anywhere. It was quite upsetting. Michael, or, Mike, as he was called, was on his way to school. It was early on Friday just before the Christmas break. He was meeting up with his best friend, Roman, today. Though... they'd had a bit of problems recently. For some reason or other, Roman had been cold to him in the last while, and Mike was desparately trying to make sense of this. He wondered over it for long moments at a time. Had he said something wrong? Done something wrong? Had he done something that he shouldn't have? He thought through every conversation and anything else that involved Roman and he just couldn't understand it. He wondered if Roman was upset about something else. Mike knew that he had broken up with his girlfriend not a year ago, and they were still best friends. Even if there was "no hard feelings" they still had a bit of tension. Mostly, the tension was caused by Juliana, or Julian, as she was called, had told Roman that she was gay and therefore it couldn't be them any longer. Of course, that was a bit of trouble considering that Roman might have something against homosexuals. But... in the end, Roman seemed okay with it. He always greeted her with a smile and even helped her when she needed romantic advice. Mike couldn't see any bitterness in him, and on the other hand, Julian didn't tell too many details about who she was in love with, or anything like that to rub it in his face that they had broken up. It was a very cozy relationship, straightly said. So instead he began to truly wonder, what could be wrong with Roman? Was it really Mike's fault, whatever was wrong? Again, the dark-haired male thought over his options. Had he said anything particularly upsetting? No... Roman wasn't the sensitive type about teasing. What about something he had done? He didn't recall having done something to upset Roman in such a way. He hadn't done anything wrong, and yet... he felt as if he was responsible. Mike was in love with Roman. It had been going on for a while, but he kept his feelings secret for the boy. Seeing as Roman had broken up with a girlfriend, Mike assumed that Roman was straight and not interested in guys at all. And Mike knew how guys usually felt about other guys who were gay. It would make Roman distance from him, and tell him that they could be friends as long as Mike wouldn't "rub his sexuality into Roman's face". But he knew it was just a matter of rephrasing "you can be my friend but you can't be gay around me" or something of the like. He didn't want that to happen to them and instead kept his feelings a dark, deep secret inside his chest. Unless Roman said he was gay, Mike wouldn't act on his feelings in the fear of being rejected and hated by someone. What if Roman abandoned him, called him a disgusting homo or something like that? Mike felt his heart break just slightly just thinking of it. It was so painful if he were to be left all alone like that by the person he truly, honestly loved with all of his heart. But either way, he decided that it'd be a good idea to search around a little more to find Roman. After all, maybe it was just his imagination that Roman was in a bad mood. Maybe he just hadn't slept well, or forgot to do his homework and was annoyed with that. He tried to rationalize things like that so that he wouldn't feel even more upset than he already felt thinking about the rejection he would possibly get from telling Roman his true feelings. Though, he finally found the other male and ran over with a smile on his face. "Yo, Roman! Where were you at? I couldn't find you."