“What’s wrong, Lucky? Stressed?” “No. I’m not stressed,” he barks. “I’m meeting my boyfriend’s parents in an hour and I can’t figure out what the fuck to wear because I’m the first guy he’s ever dated and they’re going to expect a certain level of queer. And everything I own that isn’t a uniform or gray sweatpants is too emo boy. I’m trying to impress them, not invite them to Warped Tour.”
