I wrote this aaaages ago… but I'm home sick (again) so I decided to post it. Also, I'm so sorry I haven't updated Dearly Beloved in FOREVER! I just need someone to yell at me about it. Yes, that means you! Go on, click the review button or PM me, AND TELL MET O GET OFF MY LAZY BUTT AND START WRITING! Thank you :)

Oh, DISCLAIMER TIME!

No matter as much as I wish I did, I own no one in this fan fic…

IT'S YAOI TIME!

FILWYBF -

For as long as I could remember, we had been best friends. Sure, we fought, but it always came out right in the end.

I could remember the first day I met him, I was only 8 at the time, and he was only 2. We instantly became best friends, and he never left my side. We played together, ran together, plotted together and grew up together.

It was his face I saw last, before my sight was taken away from me, yet, at this point, they only thought it was only going to last a few days. Little did I, we, know, all I would ever see again was blackness. Dark. The colour of death. It's a wonder I'm not depressed, actually.

Anyways, back to the story. Ever since I could remember, I had told him "I love you." Sure, it was usually me just playing, but it slowly worked itself away from this. Everytime I said it, it became truer and truer.

Sure, I love everyone in the Flock. I even remember the first time I heard the words "I love you." It was back at the school. We had been let out of cages for the first time overnight, and they thought I was asleep. They thought we were all asleep. I heard Max whisper it to the figure leaning on here shoulder, and then Fang reply "I'm not sure what love is, but it's the best thing I can think of to describe the way I feel about you." They were only 9, but even then, it was true. I don't think they even remember that night, now.

This is the way I feel about him, and I just can't stop saying it. I am now 18, and he is 12. yeah, I know this sounds bad, but, hey. He could easily pass for 15 if he wanted.

The Flock still live together, and I am eternally grateful for that decision. My bond is just too strong – there's not way I could leave this obsession. No, addiction. It's just gotten worse and worse. It's now to the point where I say it on a daily basis. Whether we can hear it or not. And… I-I think he's catching on. What I wouldn't give… to… kiss those lips, which I'm sure a perfect. To… just to et him know how I feel. To be able to tell the Flock what I truly am. I've always put up a fake mask, but now I'm ready to take it off.

"I love you, Gazzy." I whispered, letting my words tingle through the air.

"I love you too, Ig. I really do." He whispered, coming up behind me.

I was finally able to do it. The one thing I've wanted to do for years and years.

You know what? This feels right. I thought, as his lips met mine.