Authors Note: Sorry about this chapter being short. Thanks to Saltypepper, BelieveInMagicAlways and xo-emma-ox for reviewing!

I could see the shocked expression on Carter's face as Gray and I walked into the church. He hadn't expected anyone but me to come.

"Hello Gray," He greeted, friendly as ever. "To be honest, I wasn't really expecting you to show up."

"Cliff convinced me." Gray admitted.

"Really?" He asked, a satisfied expression settling on his face. "I didn't know you two were friends."

Gray gave a shrug and turned away from us. I gave a half-hearted smile to cover up to pain from Gray's carelessness. Were we friends or not?

"Well, Gray, your welcome here any time." Carter assured him warmly.

After the ceremony (Gray took part in the praying after all) I decided to show Gray my garden before the children showed up for the day. I led him to the back of the church, nervous. I had never shown anyone this place before. It felt really…private to me.

"Wow," Gray muttered once we were outside. "This is…amazing."

"I've never shown it to anyone before." I informed him, smiling.

Gray turned his attention away from the garden and back towards me. "Really?" He asked.

I nodded, my worry building. This was a dumb idea. What if he thinks this is weird? What if he thinks I'm weird?

"It's really cool, Cliff." He told me, looking right in my eyes. I felt like he could read my thoughts, like he was trying to assure me that he didn't think I was strange.

I held his gaze for a few moments, taking it in. I couldn't breath. Whenever I looked at him I couldn't breath.

I looked away, breathing out my inhaled breath, confused and upset and happy all at the same time. What did all of this mean? What was this feeling?

Get out of my head, Gray.

As we were about to leave, I remembered the grave, and grabbed some flowers sitting nearby.

"What are those for?" Gray inquired.

"You'll see." I replied vaguely.

When we arrived at the gravesite, I placed the flower on top of the soil and stood back to watch Gray's confused expression.

"Someone you knew?" He whispered.

I shook my head. "No," I told him. "It's just, when I first came to this town, I noticed all the graves here always had visitors or flowers on them except this one. I figured the person buried here didn't have any more friends or relatives living here, and I thought it was really sad. I mean, wouldn't you hate it if no one ever came to see your grave? It'd be like no one cared that you were dead…" My voice trailed off, and Gray looked at me, concerned. I laughed and continued to assure him that I was all right. "So, I started bringing flowers every day. I mean…everyone deserves a friend."

"Huh," Gray nodded, taking in what I had just said. "That's…really nice of you." There was a hint of surprise in his voice.

"Thank you," I told him. I paused. "Sometimes I…see Saibara here. Somebody you knew?" I asked carefully. I didn't want to upset Gray.

He nodded. He walked over to a grave sitting a few feet away and gestured towards it. "My mother." He stated.

I suddenly realized I really didn't know anything about Gray. I didn't know anything about his past or family, besides that Saibara was his grandfather. "I'm so sorry," I told him sincerely. "How did she die?"

Gray was quite for a minute. I could tell he was uncomfortable talking about this subject. He nervously shifted his weight from side to side. "Cancer." He finally answered.

"That's horrible." I could tell he didn't want to continue the conversation, so I said nothing more than that.

Instead, I just watched Gray. He was staring at the grave, looking absolutely miserable. At that moment I would have done anything to see him smile, a real, big smile, not those fake ones he usually gave. That's when I realized something that would change whole life.

I was in love with Gray.

No. I told myself. That's not right. I'm not gay.

"C'mon." Gray urged, finally breaking the silence. He grabbed my hand, turning my face red. Part of me wanted to pull away, another part wanted for him to never let go.

The conflicting emotions were at war inside of me, but, finally, the side that wanted him to hold my hand won.

"Where are we going?" I asked as he pulled me down the road.

"You showed me your secret place, so now I'll show you mine." He explained simply.

Gray let go of my hand (disappointing me a little) and smiled back at me (relieving the disappointment) as we both continued down the dirt path.