Dear Experiments,

     How are you? Personally, we, The Gay Project, are in a bit of a pinch so this week's task would be something not so over the top. You are to go on a date on the 6th and 13th of December. Get to know each other and stuff. Not to worry, you can leave the kids at whoever's house you want.

     Update on your ongoing task which is the kiss to get money: The time had been upped to minutes and that means for every minute(60 seconds) you spend kissing, you will get 20 times the time.
The Gay Project.

Stuart had to sigh again.

     Leon had presented this to him and told him he had gotten it the day before from some mail man. To Stuart, the only thing he understood from the letter was the fact that they had to kiss for a longer time before they got the money. And if that wasn't enough bummer, Leon was directly asked to take him on a date. Like what were the Gay Project trying to say? That he was the woman?

"I hate this."

"You promised you weren't going to hold back." Leon sighed, joining him on the couch.

     Glancing at the Christmas tree by the corner of the sitting room, he sighed. "I'm not going to hold back. I just... I just don't want to be here, trying to be gay and taking care of kids. Why didn't they just bring already gay people? It would make this faster for them, wouldn't it?"

Leon shrugged, moving closer to Stuart saying, "I don't know what they were thinking. I guess the thought of us turning gay intrigues them. And they brought us here to prove gay parents are just as awesome as Straight ones."

"I didn't even think there was a problem with that. It's probably all these sexists who think there has to always be a mummy figure or a dad figure. I mean check out single parents. There's even only one of those figures raising the kid and most of them come out better than the kids with both. Like, isn't that enough proof?" Stuart turned back to Leon only to find him so close to him their shoulders were touching.

He would have moved away if he wasn't seated at the edge of the couch but luckily, Leon moved back a little. "Like I said, turning us gay intrigues them." He smiled and added as he stood up, "Anyways, I've got to head to my study. By 6pm, I'm taking you out on a date."

"You're really going to do it?" Stuart gapped at him.

Leon chuckled. "Why not? Plus, I get ask to them about my life out of this mess. I had a contract I had to sign and I can't remember the due date. If I can find that out and sign it then I don't mind going on a date with you. You aren't all bad when you are not being a bitch."

"Hey-" Stuart started but never got the chance to finish since Leon leaned down to kiss him. Unlike before, this no longer fazed him. He had gotten used to it to the point he didn't mind anymore. Of course he still never initiated it, but he no longer cared when Leon kissed him.

Pulling away from him, Leon smiled and said, "You didn't pull away first."

"I've gotten used to it."

"So if I kiss your neck and suck your nipples-"

"I'll stab you." He scoffed then leaned back on the couch. "We are definitely not on that level and never might be."

"Lord, you are such a party pooper." He chuckled. "If you need me, I'd be in the study thinking of how to get you out of all that clothing."

"Get outta here, you pervert." Stuart laughed, chasing him away by throwing a throw pillow at him.

"I know you want it." He yelled as he disappeared out of the sitting room.

     Stuart exhaled as he leaned back to take in the view of his well decorated sitting room. After the shopping the other day, the kids had woken up so early the next day to decorate what they could before school. Of course, Leon helped since he had slept on the couch that night. The minute Stuart had seen the tree, it had brought back a set of memories he had locked away somewhere in his mind.

     The tree had remained him why Christmas was never his favorite holiday. It always took him back four Christmases ago when he had lost his mother. She had suffered a stroke and died a week after from a heart attack. It was the worst Christmas ever since they had to spend the last few days of the year burying her.

     Then his dad became unnecessarily hard on him as if he wasn't hard on him before. He had to deal with his dimwitted little brother that was so perfect compared to him. Not being able to deal with his dad's temper tantrums and his little brother's stupid behavior, he moved out.

     The years after were a spiral of unfortunate events. He hadn't gotten over his mum and he had been declined a job to work at a Geology facility but was accepted as a teacher in a bloody high school. His girlfriend cheated on him with one of his best friends then broke up with him the second he brought up marriage. He got diagnosed with diabetics and as if that wasn't enough, he was thrown into an island, to be gay and a dad.

Just my luck.

     Pulling away from his sickening thought, he heard someone behind him and turned to see Faun, coming down from the stairs and heading outside. He shrugged and started to look away only to see him come back in but was followed by someone he hadn't seen before.

     Stuart immediately stood up from his seat and frowned at them, halting the two boys before they took another step.

     There was a oddly long moment of silence but Stuart found his voice and asked Faun as he stared at the other boy who slowly became familiar to him, "Faun, who is this?"

The other kid immediately brightened up and he smiled. "Hi, I'm Evan."

This Evan kid was tall. Taller than Faun if he had to compare. A lot tanner with full thick curls. He had a very wide smile with dimples on his cheeks which made him look somewhat adorable.

"I'm Stuart. Faun's dad."

"And our principal who's married to another man with two adoptive kids." He smiled smugly. "You don't need to tell me."

What? Stuart was baffled. Mostly for the fact that that was the life he was living now and that was who everyone saw him as now.

     Faun instantly smacked him on his back after he had said that then frowned at him. "No idiot. You don't say that around my dad." He mentioned in a whisper which wasn't so hush since Stuart could still hear it.

"Sorry."

Faun only rolled his eyes and said to Stuart. "I'm sorry he said that. He's a bit of a douche."

"Really? Insult me in front of your dad?" Evan interrupted. "At least, let me apologize for myself." He looked back at Stuart and smiled widely. "I am sorry if I had weird you out. I can be like that sometime. I'm a terrible know it all."

     Stuart started to say but frowned when he couldn't find the right word. His dad never let him bring his friends home before but the one time he actually did, his dad had humiliated him so bad, his friend had laughed at him for days. Seeing he was in a situation where he could ruin his fake kid's life for as long as his friend could remember, he couldn't understand why he couldn't bring himself to send the kid out.

"Just don't do anything stupid or I'm supervising." He said coolly but gave a small smile when the kids smiled at him.

"Thanks dad." Faun chirped before pulling his friend up the stairs.

     Stuart grunted and started to head for the kitchen for a drink only to have Leon startle him, earning a small yelp from him. He glared sharply at the man when he smiled but continued his journey to the kitchen.

"You handled that quite well." Leon praised, clapping as he caught up with him.

"Don't you have work to do?"

"I like pissing you off. It is fun." He snickered, opening the door for him.

Stuart glared at him again but still walked into the kitchen. He went to the fridge and brought out a can of root beer and said, "You didn't have to open the door for me?"

"But I wanted to. Be happy, not everyone is as nice as me." He gestured for a drink and Stuart threw one at him which he easily caught.

Smiling, he tilted his head as he took a sip from his drink then said, "Nice catch."

"Played basketball in high school."

"Why didn't you go on with it? You are pretty tall."

"Yeah but then stereotypes were in in my school. You gotta be black to play it. Not that you couldn't join. It was just weird if a white dude joined. Plus, I wasn't as tall as them. I was barely 6ft and those guys where..." He laughed.

"Wow. Then did you play any sport?"

Leon sat on the stood behind the counter and chuckled. "I tried hockey, Soccer, football, swimming and tennis."

"That's a lot."

"Dude, I said I tried them. After failing each, I got kicked off. You wouldn't believe what I finally succeeded at?"

Stuart chuckled. He could already guess the sport he did was stupid. But he still tried for one of the top sports. "Rugby?"

"Hell no. When I was in high school, I was scrawny, man. But since I had arm and leg strength, I joined the cheer leading team which I succeeded at and our team won at junior nationals."

Stuart almost had a spit take. He choked back on his drink while Leon laughed his butt off on his seat.

"Dude, don't die on me."

     Coughing to clear his throat, Stuart decided to drop the drink down before laughing hysterically. "N-no way. Male cheerleaders in our school were who we called the pansies because most of them were gay. And the drama and dance club too. But mostly the cheerleaders."

Leon dropped his drink on the counter abruptly and narrowed his eyes at Stuart. "You are mocking cheerleaders? Do you know how heavy some girls are? I had to do tons of backflips and carrying back then."

Stuart was still laughing and said as he wiped the tear that was daring to fall, "Maybe your school, but in mine, all most of the boys did were splits. That and they had really nice asses." He smiled and added, "I know, scoping their asses was pretty gay but... whatever. We were kids and didn't really think about it."

Leon scoffed. "And you called cheerleaders pansies when you were up there jerking off to men's butt."

"We didn't jerk off to them. Just found them pretty nice." Stuart smacked his forehead right away after he said that. "I didn't mean it that way."

Leon snickered and went back to sipping on his drink dramatically. Sighing, Stuart said, "You know what? Forget everything I just said. That was when I was a kid. Cheerleaders aren't pansies and men's butt are disgusting."

Taking the can away from his lips he commented, "Don't say that. I find your ass very attractive."

Stuart rolled his eyes and looked away. Taking his drink with him, he walked past Leon and out of the kitchen as he said, "That's because you're gay and you don't know it."

"Maybe."

     That froze him solid. Was it possible The Gay Project had given him a curious man? With that in thought, Stuart wished he had been paired with someone that would have hated him. Someone like Vlad.

If only...