"...what's going on," is the first thing out of his mouth, when he sees the looks on his parents' faces. Maybe he should already know, but — he doesn't.
Boring, boring, boring, the Asian one looks constipated, the small curly-haired one is cute but also looks like he'd explode if Asher said hi to him... That guy looks as unhappy to be here as he is.
"Hi. I'm Asher. What are you in for?"
"I'm Sasha. My parents caught me sucking a guy's cock while wearing my fake sister's makeup, and while I argued that I wasn't gay as hard as I could, it was a little difficult under the circumstances. You?"
"My parents are confused about the difference between 'gay' and 'aspiring professional dancer.'"
"Oh no. The conversation with my parents was also deeply unpleasant but at least I'm here for something I actually did!"
He imitates his father's voice. "'Asher, I know you had a girlfriend for two years, but have you considered that your girlfriend was overweight and had some skin issues and therefore you couldn't possibly actually be attracted to her and you were probably using her as a beard to cover your homosexuality?'"
"What the fuck — I mean, I have definitely known gay guys with girlfriends, but usually they pick the prettiest and most inoffensive person they can and take her on dates to socially prescribed date locations and are perfect gentlemen who do everything right but never really have much to say about their girlfriends as people, which is the literal opposite of that —"
"She wrote really good poetry."
(His voice is soft and kind of wistful.)
So apparently one of the hot guys is straight! And that leaves only two guys he could potentially actually kiss oh god he is going to die.
Lev is trying really hard not to think about what Sasha would look like sucking his cock while wearing makeup, and absolutely not succeeding.
"She already sounds great."
The curly-haired boy looks kind of cute and also a little bit like he's about to burst. "And you?"
Oh god oh god Sasha is talking to him he is actually going to die oh god.
"Uh. I'm Lev? I-- decided to come here? Because I couldn't fix myself on my own."
He's bright red.
He cringes.
"It's-- fine. I mean it's what we're all here for, right? Getting better?"
"I am here because the decision was made too late for me to get my GED and move out and go to college a year early instead."
"I'm here because I can't afford to pay rent in New York City by myself."
Positive attention from cute (gay) (he's actually gay) (oh god he's gay) guys is terrifying!
"Well, if you guys want to stop being gay, that's fine, but if Sasha wants to suck other guys' cocks while wearing makeup that's also fine, and I am heterosexual and could not possibly stop being gay even if I wanted to."
Sasha really hopes that however they're grouped he's in a group with Asher.
Marlo doesn't comment on whether or not it is fine to want to suck cock while wearing makeup; this isn't the time or the place.
"Are the people who run this camp going to show up at some point, do you think?"
As if summoned, Christine Parker appears.
"Hello, everyone!" Christine Parker says. "Welcome to True Directions. We're going to have an orientation in the group therapy room, and then I'll show you to your dorm so you can get unpacked and get ready for dinner."
He follows Christine to the group therapy room, doesn't talk to anyone on the way there.
The group therapy room has off-white hospital-style walls and massively uncomfortable chairs.
"The first step in recovery from homosexuality is admitting that you have a problem. Some of you"-- her eyes linger on Asher-- "have more trouble with this than others. So we'll begin orientation by going around the room and saying our names and an interesting fact or two about ourselves, and then saying 'I'm a homosexual.' I'll start. My name is Christine Parker, I like riding horses and organizing people's closets, and I used to be a homosexual."
The first three go. Andre, actor, dancer, homosexual. Clayton, who works retail and is a homosexual. Dolph, varsity wrestler and homosexual.