My favorite story you didn't write was the romanitic comedy between the gay librarians who were both still in the closet.

"Hello? Hellloooo? HELLO?"

"Xavier, stop it," Lucas sighed. "We're stuck here."

Xavier ignored him, and continued pounding on the closet door. "I TOLD you we shouldn't be closet gays. I told you. Karma has a way of coming back to you."

"How the hell is this karma?!"

"You wanted to be closet gay. And now we're stuck in a closet. That's karma."

"That doesn't even make sense."

"It does to me."

Lucas huffed and curled up on the floor of the wardrobe. He pushed at the stacks of old, torn books in the closet. He made a mental note to get all these stupid books fixed as soon as possible, and to get the closet cleaned out.

"I wish we could get out of here. I'm starting to feel slightly claustrophobic," he murmured.

Xavier grinned. "Aww, sweet 'ole Lucas is SCAWED? Do you want a hug from your lovely boyfriend? - "

"Shut up, Xav."

Xavier sighed. "If you're not going to accept a hug, how about a kiss?"

Lucas slapped him across the face.

Xavier blinked.

"I guess that's a no," he mumbled.

The End

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