Sometime in the night they both shifted till Hayner was using Seifer's stomach as a pillow while Seifer was spread out on his back. The jacket was somewhere by their feet, kicked off mid-dream.
With the weak morning sun filtering through the leaves Hayner slowly woke. It was a good day. He was warm, the air was clear, his head didn't hurt anymore. With that thought his droopy eyes shot open as all of his memories returned. His name is Hayner; he's best friends with Pence and Olette. His biggest rival is Seifer, the same guy he who he is using for a make-shift bed. The guy that he kissed the night before. The guy that is Istill/I making his heart beat fast in a yearning way.
Seifer stirred and Hayner went perfectly still and feigned sleep. He could hear the older boy yawn and felt as he too went rigid. The blonde could only guess it was the same reason as he, the memories were back. And for a terse second neither moved. Then, with obvious hesitance, Seifer's hand descended and tangled itself in Hayner's hair in, what he hoped, was a comforting gesture. The brown-eyed boy turned his head to look at the owner of the hand.
"Hey." Seifer stated.
"Hey."
"So..."
"Yeah...what now?"
"Wanna make-out?" Seifer asked with a leering grin.
"Asshole!" Hayner yelled through his laughter as he playfully punched the other in the shoulder. Seifer snickered in turn and pulled Hayner into his lap.
"That anyway to treat your boyfriend?" He whispered into his ear. Hayner blushed at the treatment and question.
"Wh-What? Boyfriend?"
"Yeah, you did say it was possible. So, how about it?"
"Sure."
They sealed the deal with a slightly timid kiss.
"I guess we should head back."
"Will your parents be worried?" Seifer asked in a strangely concerned voice.
"I'll just tell them I spent the night at Pence's. Yours?"
"They know not to expect me."
Hayner nodded then stood, pulling Seifer up after him. They collected their things and headed out the way they came, hand in hand.