I run down the stairs. „Mom, dad, I'm going to meet Theo at the park", I yell. „Call me mom one more time Liam", Stiles says furiously. I look him up and down. He is wearing the pink apron with white butterflies...and a matching hat. He probably figures out what I'm thinking cause he says: „This is a coincidence!". „Besides, we are not your parents", he says calming himself down, „you are just staying with us". „You forgot to mention that we are not married", Scott says from his armchair. „Shut up or I'm getting divorce papers", Stiles says pointing his spoon at Scott. „Okay, you two solve your problems, I'm out", I say as I run to the door. „Don't do anything stupid", Stiles yells behind me. „I won't mom", I say grinning.

Theo's sitting on a bench, waiting for me. „Hey", I say as I come closer. „Hey", Theo replies. Theo and I know each other since 5th grade. Now, we're both eighteen. We've been best friends for a long time. I knew him better than anyone else, he knew me better than anyone else.

And everything would be perfect if I wasn't gay and madly in love with my best friend. Theo knows I'm gay, but he has no idea that I'm in love with him.

I know, my life is a mess.

Theo's been a danger boy his whole life. He never had a father. His mother died three years ago. He would often get into trouble or pick fights. He's been arrested few times. But even though he always acted tough, he was a good person. Felt kind of sad for him, he has to live alone now, and even when his mother was alive she's been sick so it's the same story for him. I mean, I don't have parents either, they died when I was 13, but I live with my big brother Scott and his best friend/partner in crime/wife. So, you know, at least I've got someone who loves me.

Sometimes I felt like the only person in this world who loved Theo.

„What's going on", I say sitting beside him. „Nothing big", he says smiling. „You said it was an emergency", I say. „Yeah, I just needed to talk to you", he says looking away. I can see something's bothering him, but I don't push him. Instead, we talk. Not about important stuff, about what we will to when we get to college this fall, how cool it would be to go to California and other usual stuff.

We talk for two hours and sun starts setting down, as this warm day in the middle of June slowly fades.

Park is filled with people of all ages. Kids are running around and screaming. Some couples are making out. Old people are slowly walking and ranting about politics and youth. Then Theo grabs my hand. „I've got something to show you", he says, his eyes looking deep into mine.

We walk the streets of Beacon Hills in silence. The sky is colored in the various shades of red, orange, purple and pink. „We're not gonna break any laws?", I say just to break the silence. „Nah, not today", Theo replies jokingly. We both laugh.

„Here we are", he says turning to face tall, grey building. „And where exactly here is?", I ask confused. „Let's just go", Theo says grabbing my hand. I feel the heat rising where our skin collides.

We climb to the roof of the building. From up here, Beacon Hills looks stunning. The small town seems almost heavenly, bathed in the fading sunlight. Other buildings are rising up in the sky, below them it's the street. There's a buzz caused by the traffic but it's distant. Birds are heard from somewhere. It's...idyllic. „Looks beautiful", Theo says quietly, like he is trying not to break a fragile spell that this view is casting. „Yeah", I whisper back.

„This is my quiet place", Theo proclaims as he walks toward the edge of the roof. „I sometimes come here to think", he says, quietly this time. „It's beautiful but...", I say coming closer to him, „why did you bring me here?". He's silent. „Why now?", I ask. He sits on the edge, his legs hanging in the air. He pats the spot beside him for me to sit, so I do.

For some time we just sit there and stare into the distance. Then, Theo breaks the silence. „Do you remember the day you came out to me?", he asks nervously. I can't guess where this is going, but sure as hell, I know where I'd want it to go. „Yeah", I say trying to hide the smile on my face, „Me too". He looks at me smiling. „We were both sixteen, the rain was pouring outside so we sat in your living room", he says, „and your brother and his wife were out of town". I look down and smile. When I look at him again, his eyes are still on me. „And then I swore you to secrecy", I say laughing. „And then, you told me you liked boys", he finishes.

Suddenly, he lowers his look. „Liam", he says in deep, vulnerable voice. I try to say something but he speaks first. „I always admired you for being able to say it out loud", he says, his voice filled with sadness and fear. He looks up at me and I can see his blue eyes almost begging me for mercy. „What I wanted to say is", he starts weakly, „I'm in love with you".

At that moment I feel like I could fly. But I notice his scared look so I just calmly take his hand. He looks at me and I smile at him. „I love you too". His face lightens up with happiness. We both start laughing.

I can't wait anymore. I hug him as tight as I can. I love him and he loves me. This is like all I ever wanted from life. He buries his face into my shoulder. When we finally part we are both uncontrollably smiling. Then I grab him by the collar of his shirt and bring him in for a kiss. When our lips touch it feels unreal. Heat rushes through my entire body, my knees get weak and my head feels light. And I feel his lips on mine. It's the only thing that matters. When the kiss is over Theo looks at me smirking: „I love you". „Love you too", I reply.