////Why not
Make the district not entirely accepting for once? But, get this,
Make people not accepting but like also make it so that we don't focus on that but just know it exists
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The lack of tropes?! What is this?? Some alternative to real fanfiction?!

I'm kidding
What's fanfiction without lovely tropes of literature?

Aka this is a chapter about closeted gays
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Kevin sat on the toilet of one of the stalls within their Uganda location. That being said, he wasn't going to the restroom, nor did he have any part of his clothes off, he was simply waiting there.

It'd been near ten minutes before the sound of footsteps and a closing door came into the bathroom, and the stall next to Kevin's was soon full.

"Hey," A voice whispered from the stall beside Kevin.

"Hey." Kevin grinned as he recognized the voice of his District Leader.

"Look down." Connor whispered.

Kevin looked down and saw Connor's hand reaching under the border of his stall and into Kevin's.

Kevin smiled and reached his hand down, grabbing McKinley's and lacing their finger's together.

A small giggle came from the stall beside Kevin and Kevin's smile grew wider, "What is it?"

"It's just..I'm holding your hand is all." Connor's voice was laced with giddiness and disbelief.

This nearly made Kevin's heart melt completely and he gave Connor's hand a tight squeeze before both boys flinched at the sound of footsteps heading into the bathroom. They swiftly let their hands fall.

Kevin began rolling toilet paper onto the floor to make noises as if he were actually using the stall.

Connor went for a simpler approach and merely flushed the toilet, not before passing a piece of toilet paper under the stall with some scribbling on it, passing it to Kevin's stall.

Kevin flushed his toilet, aware he was wasting the water that had so graciously been installed after months of fundraising- well, that and it was a max of 3 flushes per toilet, per day, so both boys had just used 2 out of a total of 6 for the entire day, simply for impractical purposes, not the best thing.
He then stood up only to bend down and grab the piece of toilet paper, squinting at it to read it.

Rooftop tonight? -Kin <3

Kevin grew all bubbly at this.
At times, he forgot that he and McKinley were dating- mainly because they'd never actually gone on a real date. They only ever were truly alone when they were on the roof at night, all the other elders having fallen asleep ages ago, on a schedule that the two of them were also supposed to follow, but never could, with the idea that they could sleep, but they could also be spending time with one another openly; And, aware of the latter option, never went to bed on time.

Kevin wished desperately the two of them could act openly in their district, but the most they could do was sleep on the other during a movie, as this is what most of the other elders did during their one movie a week night, completely platonically, using the others as a pillow. Of course, this meant that Elder Cunningham usually invited himself to rest his head on Kevin's shoulder if Connor occupied the other.

Kevin could hardly mind though, because McKinley was there regardless, and he was quite fond of the red head.

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"I think I'm real fond of your hair." Kevin chuckled from where he sat, legs dangling off the roof of their location.

"What makes you say that?" Connor inquired, a few inches to Kevin's right.

Kevin looked up a little at the night sky,"It's soft, when you put your head on my shoulder, it's soft against my cheek- and I can see it from the corner of my eye and it's always a beautiful red."

Connor blushed profoundly, "Well...th-that's an okay answer, I suppose." He followed Kevin's gaze into the sky, "I like your hair, too."

Kevin beamed, "Yeah?"

"I mean, you spend hours on it, Kev." Connor snorted.

"I'd argue, but it's true." Kevin sighed.

"It pays off, though.." Connor reached over to brush Kevin's hair behind his ear.

Kevin grinned at this, meeting Connor's eyes and laughing slightly.

Connor's eyes twinkled with amused curiosity, "What's so funny?"

Kevin blinked, "No, no, nothing's funny...just unreal."

"What do you mean?" Connor inquired.

"Sometimes, when we come up here and sit together, I just look at you, from the corner of my eye, and I just smile from the sheer fact that...you're right there...with me." Kevin sighed.

Connor smiled widely at this and scooted closer to Kevin, cuddling up to him with his head on his shoulder.

Kevin moved his arm over Connor's shoulders, holding the smaller boy close.

"And..what if I weren't right there with you?"

"I'd miss you, of course." Kevin chuckled, "But...I'd just imagine this...picture this blissfulness in my mind, feel your head on my shoulder, your little ginger locks of hair on my cheek when my head rests on your head..." Kevin paused, "Pure bliss...I'd just imagine that I wasn't so lonely without you, because," He moved his hand to hold Connor's, fingers intertwined, "This right here...is a feeling that'll be a strong enough memory for me."

Connor hummed contently.

"You're a strong enough memory for me."

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P.S: Ya'll should listen to the musical The Prom if you haven't already, it's what got me wanting to write about closeted gays and I've been listening to it for the past few days and love it more with every loop