in which a (seemingly) heterosexual joe talks with his totally-okay-and-not-straight-but-still-his-best-friend-and-gay dorm roomate andy. and he questions just about everything he knew.
I had this thought one night at like three am and it was really cute so I'm making it into a story. It's really just mindless fluff and has no expostition or climax or plot by any means but I love it nonetheless ( ' ▽ ' )ﾉ
Joe works at a coffee shop and everyday a heavily tattooed man comes in at the exact same time, peaking his interest... This is the first fic I ever wrote so it's not the best. [Completed]