You can't just stop being a lesbian. It's not a religion you can convert from!” “But what about that night? In Vegas?” “Harold, we were both drunk. And if I recall correctly, that night you also tried to breastfeed a baby gorilla. Stranger things have happened.” The boy in front of her looked pitiful, like a sick puppy begging for scraps. “Alice, I...” he began to say, but the words evaded him before he could speak them. “Harold...” Alice teased back. If she was to be honest, Harold's actions had the tendency to irritate her. In her eyes, he was overly emotional and quite fickle; she never knew what might upset him. But that didn't change the fact that he was her best friend. She stuck out her hand to help him up; after a slight pause, he took it. With a quick jerk from Alice, Harold was back on his feet. It didn't take much to lift the slight boy. Harold released Alice's hand and wiped his nose on his jacket sleeve. His head was tilted towards the ground, refusing to initiate eye contact with his friend. To Alice, the whole event was surreal. Because of this, she acted on instinct for a way to cheer her friend up: by suggesting an alcoholic beverage. Alice slung her arm over Harold's shoulder. The weight change made him stumble slightly. “Come on pal, let's go get …show more content…
However, that wasn't the case, and Harold and Alice found themselves kicked out of every bar they tried to sneak into. Harold's boyish mien didn't help their case either. Instead, the pair settled for a local coffee shop; Alice was disappointed with the lack of alcohol, but for Harold, she suffered through it. Harold sat in a corner booth with his head resting in the palms of his hands as he waited for Alice to come back with their drinks. Alice blew the rising vapor off her coffee towards Harold. No response. Harold continued to ignore her. After minutes of silence, Alice finally spoke up. “There's other girls out there, you know. For both of