Oh man, you are going to regret this tomorrow. But that’s a problem for future you. You’ve been lying on the floor for hours. Or has it been only minutes? The clock isn’t in English, so who knows. The world balloons around you as time shatters into a million pieces. I’ve never actually been high, but I assume this is what happens. Anyway, you start to forget your sense of self and physicality. Your friend grabs your shoulders, giggling and telling you to get a grip. Her pearly whites wink at you and her eyes glimmer like warm honey. Was she always this pretty?

You can’t help it. Your heart collapses on itself as you smash your lips against hers with the delicacy of a tiger mauling a warthog it caught for dinner. Oh wow, kissing her feels really good, like sucking up the last bit of warm fudge at the bottom of a delicious sundae. You pull back as a startling thought occurs to you. Wait--are you gay?

Shoot, I just realized I didn’t actually give you a gender before. So I guess you could be whatever you want? Idk, man. If you’re a guy go to (H). If you’re anything else go to (I).