DISCLAiMER: I DONT OWN THE BOYS.

Warning: boy+boy content

Prologue

Glancing to the boy next to him, Quatre deeply blushed thinking about the dreams he had nightly about the tall, handsome football player.

"Quat", his best friend, Duo whispered from behind, snapping him out of him thoughts.

"Yes?" he answered, not really paying attention to the braided boy talking to him.

'He's not even paying attention' Duo thought starring at his friend knowingly. 'He's in love'

'Hes so calm and smart,' Quatre thought. 'I love you, Trowa'