Hey lovely readers!

This is my first Fanfiction so I'm looking for some constructive criticism. Please? I really need some help with this. Especially my characterisation, I don't think I got it right.

Hope you enjoy reading it anyway.

Love from Scarlett.

P.S. This is guy on guy so if this offends you stop now.

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I can't help myself; I can't stop watching Vince as he sleeps. Every night for weeks now I have peaked in on him while he floats in dream land and I've found myself riveted.

Now, leaning against Vince's door frame, I keep a silent vigil. Gentle as an autumn breeze Vince's chest rises and falls. A delicate strand of his beautiful, much loved hair drifts across his face and hovers on the caress of his breath. His fluttering eyelids shelter eyes so blue you can loose yourself in them.

Even asleep he's perfect.

I turn with a sigh but cannot force my legs to take me from the room. Do I dare? As quietly as possible I creep to the side of Vince's bed then, with bated breath, lean down to kiss his soft, unblemished forehead. He tastes like summer and laughter and glitter; he tastes utterly and completely Vince. When I straiten up I can't help closing my eyes, holding onto that taste. It may be the last time I tastes it.

"Howard?" Shocked, my eyes dart open. Vince's sky blue eyes are looking into mine, confused. Oh, shit. "Why are you . . . Howard I don't. . . what?" Vince rubs his eyes sleepily.

"I was just checking up on you. Go back to sleep." I turn to leave, knowing I can't come to watch anymore. The thought is more utterly destroying than it should be.

"I've seen you here every night." My heart seems to stop. "When you think I'm asleep I'm watching you back." I feel as though I'm having a heart attack. I can't survive Vince telling me it's creepy, telling me it's weird, telling me to leave. Both of us knowing I'm not good enough. I can't survive Vince's rejection, so when I feel Vince's hand on my arm the automatic barriers go up.

"Don't ever touch me."

"Howard I. . ." The rest of Vince's sentence is lost to my retreating back. I can hear Vince stumbling after me, heavy with sleep. "Howard! Wait!"

"No Vince. I have work in the morning, unlike some people. I mean it wouldn't kill you to put down you tiaras and help for once." Nearly back to my room, if I could just make it before. . .

"Howard please?" Damn. Even back at school I found it impossible to resist that tone. "Just talk to me, don't close off. I hate it when you close me off." I am pulled, as though by an invisible rope, to face Vince. The he is, standing in the space where I stood to watch him, his eyes pleading with me. I begin to break.

"Please don't Vince."

"Howard. There's something I should have told you a long time ago." A little hope rises in me, but I squash it fiercely; it's always better if I don't get my hopes up. "I think I see it in you too. I hope." His hand wonders up to play with his hair as he seems to mull over the words. "I. . . I think. . . I know I'm in love with you."

A million emotions explode in my stomach. Disbelief comes first born from years being the forgotten one. But Vince wouldn't be that cruel. Not like this. Suddenly I'm unbelievably happy. I'm overwhelmed. I'm glowing.

I'm loved.

"Howard? Please answer me." Uncharacteristically Vince sounds vulnerable. A shiver runs through me.

"I need to know your telling the truth Vince."

"Of course I am. I wouldn't. . ." Before I can stop myself I am beside him, my hands are cradling his face.

"I love you too Vince." Gently I press my lips to his.

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So. . . there it was. Terrible?

I'm going to try for a second chapter, hopefully with some smut. Oh, dear.

Thanks for reading you lovely person you.