“We don’t like having to hold hands and kiss each other!” Paul claimed. “We’re. Not. Gay!”
“Yeah we know.” Audrey retorted. “But we’ve got photographs that suggest otherwise.” she grinned. “It’s so romantic.” she adopted a whimsical tone. “Friends since kindergarten, Peter and Paul’s relationship blossomed at the age of ten when they fell in love… they kissed, they shared a bed, and ever since that fateful night… they’ve been inseparable.” She cooed and giggled.
“It doesn’t matter what you say… we all know what really went on… we all know the truth.”
“The camera doesn’t lie Paul.” Melanie stated. “Anyway, I’m not bothered if you hold hands or not… you can sleep in separate bedrooms for all I care.” she shrugged. “It’s the 21st century, no one gives a shit if you’re gay.”
“Don’t tell ’em that Mel!” Audrey snapped.
“Why not? It’s true. They’re not ten any more.”
“It’s our leverage.”