"Only The Good Die Young"

“Virginia, you can't keep this hidden forever.”

“I know.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don't know!”

“Well, you know what I think.”

“I can't just come out to my parents.”

“Why not? I did.”

“I know... but... it's different for you! Your parents are so much cooler than mine.”

“So?”

“So, you don't understand what it's going to be like to tell my parents.”

“I'll do it for you, if that's what you want?”

“No!”

“Then you'll have to do it yourself.”

“In my own time.”

“Come on, Virginia, you can't keep me waiting.”

“You don't have to wait. We're together now, aren't we?”

“Yeah, but I wanna hold your hand in public. I wanna kiss you and not have to worry that somehow your parents might find out.”

“We can do that here.”

“As much as I'd like to, I don't think we can spend our whole lives locked in your bedroom.”
“We can try...”

“Only the good die young, Virginia.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“It means, you should have fun with your life! Do something 'wrong' once in a while, live a little!”

“I do!”

“But you're too scared that we are 'wrong'?!”

“We're not wrong.”

“Then why can't you tell?”

“Because...”

“I'm serious, I'm not spending the rest of my life in here.”

“You won't have to.”

“Then how long?”

“Just give me a minute.”

“Okay.”

Several minutes later...

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

“Hold my hand.”

“Okay.”

“You can do this.”

“Yeah.”

“Now or never.”

“Only the good die young.”