He looked so very sexy sitting by the open window where his blonde hair shined in a painfully beautiful fashion. I am not usually into blondes, but Jeff really does things to me that I don't quite understand. I stared at him from across the room and I noticed all the small details about him that I never had before. For instance the way he bit his lip while tentatively reading his book or how he flipped his hair in, might I add, an extremely distracting and hot way when his bangs fell into his eyes. He is so my kryptonite…. Sigh.

It's a strange day when you suddenly realize that you are in love with your best friend, or maybe not so suddenly if I am honest. Jeff has kind of been the center of my universe for years now, but until now that universe had been a platonic one (mostly…). I mean sure we are both gay and we get our cuddle on now and again but it was never anything more then that, well until a few days ago that is.

It all started on Friday night when Jeff and I were going to a party together. Everything was going fine until a creep I hooked up with once started hitting on him just to spite and mess with me. Jeff thought it was all innocent fun though and went along with it, he's just to pure hearted for the rest of the world. Sigh, so anyway as I was saying this creep just wouldn't leave him alone so I go up to him and say

"What the fuck Robert, can't you see he's not interested?"

"He looks pretty interested to me, in fact you know what would be interesting? Getting both of you pretty boys in to bed with me."

"Seriously Robert, fuck off you creep, and stay away from Jeff."

Then of course Jeff stepped in and de-escalated the whole thing. He then dragged me into an empty room to discuss "what the fucking, fuck was wrong with me" and when I couldn't answer he told me to call him when I could, and promptly left. I spent the rest of the night watching him from afar, to make sure he was ok, of course, not in a creepy way at all. However, it was the events of that night that got me thinking, really thinking, and I think what I had thought was that my feelings for him were just "best friend feelings" but I think that's wrong, I think I love him, in fact I know I do. I love him, and not just best friend love, but true, honest to G-d, Hollywood Rom-Com love.

So as I stare at Jeff from afar during history, I wonder what the "fucking, fuck" I was going to tell him. As it is my heart aches to be closer to him, and he's only sitting three seats away from mine, and, oh shit he noticed me staring. I think he's still kind of mad at me, ugh. Oh holy hell class is over, and, and crap here he comes.

"Um are you ok? You were kind of staring at me during class."

"Haha, was I? I um, I didn't even notice, must have zoned out." Jeff frowned.

"Alright if that's all it was. Oh and about the other night, we can just call it water under the bridge, no worries. I'm not mad. He smiled at me then, a fucking beautiful beaming smile.

"Thank goodness!" I didn't know what else to say…

"Yeah um, no problem. I just still don't understand why you did that." He chuckled "It's not like we are together on anything."

"I want to be." Holy shit, way to blurt everything out, you idiot.

"You, you…. what?" Jeff looked shocked; this was not going to end well. I better say SOMETHING, shit.

"I, Jeffie, gosh I just, I really love you and I care about you, and I want to be with you. That is if you feel at all the same?" 20 seconds went by, prepare for heartbreak, he is definitely going to tell you to piss off….

"Oh my lord, yes, yes of course, of course I want to be with you!" He was beaming again.

"You do?"

"Only for the last three years of my life, I, Jesus, I just thought you weren't interested."

" I wasn't, I mean I was, I just didn't realize, I am so stupid."

"Yes, yes you are, now shut your stupid face up and kiss me" I walked over and stroked his ridiculously soft cheek, I leaned in and our lips met. I have always kind of thought that the whole sparks, lightening, fireworks thing was a hoax, but this, kissing Jeff, it felt like all of those rolled into one, or maybe something even better, a promise of what was to come.