Ernst looked up at the wall clock, he smiled to note that it was time. Time to see him again. Ernst's cheeks turned pick as he got a good look at his reflection in the mirror. Ernst fixed his hair before heading out the door.

When he arrived at the woods, Ernst sat on a tree stump. The same one he had sat on before. Ernst prayed Hanschen would be able to get out and come to his rescue. Ernst sat still for a few moments, feeling nervous and anxious. He wanted to be near Hanschen so badly.

Ernst watched as the night was starting to fall over him and maybe a half an hour or more past.

Then… he showed up, with a smile on his face. "Sorry," Hanschen spoke as he made his way over. "Mother kept me later then I had intended." He took a seat beside Ernst, right beside him.

"It's alright. I missed you, Hansi," he admitted, leaning his head on the blondes shoulder. Inhaling Ernst's favorite thing: Hanschen's scent. It was different from what it was before, but it didn't matter, it comforted him. Ernst couldn't help but long for this scent.

Hanschen moved in closer but was nervous. He kept flaring around to see if anyone was coming along. "I've missed you, as well." Hanschen picked up Ernst's face off his shoulder. He felt his heart began to race. Hanschen knew what he had to do: kiss him. So, he did.

Ernst blushed as he felt Hanschen's soft lips pressing against his own. He placed his hand on his lovers face, continuing the kiss. This was all he had ever wanted from Hanschen. That and to hear those magic three words. Ernst spent many sleepless nights daydreaming about this. Being with Hanschen.

Hanschen pulled away, staring into those sad, pathetic brown eyes. "Amazing," he said, under his breath but loud enough for Ernst to hear. He honestly had missed him but he'd never actually admit it. Hanschen smiled at him.

"Oh Hanschen," he said, leaning unto his shoulder. Ernst felt so comfortable near him like he always had. No matter how often he talked down to him, it didn't matter. Ernst leaned back, staring up at the only thing lighting up the sky: the moonlight. "It's so pretty, isn't it?"

Hanschen smirked, thinking 'how sentimental.' the redhead was. "Sure," he answered, trying to make things perfect, as if they had never changed. For some reason, it seemd as though it was almost true.

Ernst felt his eyes getting heavy and didn't care what was happen. Mama wouldn't care. Not one bit, he hoped.

After a few silent moments, Ernst fell asleep. Hanschen knew he was going to have to just go back, anyway. So why not just stay? He, too, fell asleep.

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A few hours later, the sun crept up over them. Ernst stretched and looked at Hanschen then realized that he fell asleep. "Oh god, Hans," Ernst shook him gently until he awoke. "Get up, please," he said, begging.

Hanschen woke up, wide eyed and tired. "It's late, let me walk you home." He was going to be late, anyway, so what's another ten minutes? Hanschen helped the redhead to his feet then proceeded to escort him home.

Ernst felt his eyes getting tired, keeping him from making any conversation. When he arrived at his house, Ernst quickly gave Hanschen a hug. "I'll see you soon, promise," he whispered hearing foot steps down the staircase. He shivered with fear, hoping Mama didn't see Hanschen waiting with him. Ernst shooed him away.

Hanschen darted back to his house, managing not to get caught. His parents were already fast asleep by the time he got home. Hanschen would just say he was home right after they fell asleep, they usually went to bed around eight or nine. He immediately got into his bed and acted as though he had been asleep for hours, just in case they had been up. The smile on Hanschen's face was semi-permanent, until he had to go back to the reformatory.

"Where were you young man?" Frau Robel grabbed a hold of her son, using the most stern voice she possible could. The sweet voice was now filled with anger as well as fear. She couldn't believe he did this again. Staying out loud, doing God only knows what this time. Did Ernst not remember what happened the last time he got caught? Hanschen got sent to the reformatory.

Ernst looked up at his Mama, hoping he wasn't in too much trouble. "Mama, I was lying out in the woods and I dosed off. I was just going to stay for a moment." Ernst managed to get out of his Mama's grip. "I'm sorry, it'll never happen again. I promise." He put his head down, making his pouty face. Ernst prayed to a God he hoped was listening so Hanschen wouldn't get caught. His eyes filled with salty tears as guilt welled over him. Ernst hoped he'd be able to see Hanschen at least once more.

"We'll talk about it after school. Go to sleep dear," Frau Robel pointed to his bedroom. He wasn't going to get away with this but she was too tired to deal with it and hated seeing her son cry. Frau Robel patted Ernst's shoulder as she watched him walking to his bedroom.

Ernst wasn't tired. Rather, the opposite. The giddy feeling that the boy used to feel when he'd see Hanschen was returning. And he loved it. His heart was pounding as he thought of tomorrow. What was to happen next?

Ernst managed to fall asleep that night. He couldn't help but dream about him. It was difficult not to.

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