Valentin & Sorin: When the Clock Strikes Twelve
Ordinarily, Valentin would have giggled and swatted Sorin's hands away, but tonight had been a weird night for him. And, perhaps he'd had a drink or two too much. "Well, he kissed me, then my fangs came out, and then I told him to run away. Like, you know? I didn't want to bite him. But I'm guessing that freaked him out, because now he's here with a Ladon-girl, which... I don't know. I thought he was straight anyway."
Valentin sighed and leaned in, tucking his head under Sorin's chin as he pulled his friend in closer. "But there's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark," he sang, "mmmhmm, no scars to your beautiful..."
He inhaled Sorin's familiar smell, realizing that this would be the last times they would go to a dance together. One of the last times that they would be talking about boys like this. "Also, Sasha jumped me in the hallway and tied me up. It was..." He snickered ruefully. "I'm guessing there's a youtube-video."