A.N.: So, this is late. VEEEEERY late. But what can I do? School is killing me, really. I don't have time to paint my nails, for god's sake! But I'll keep up writing, even if I spend my whole life with Laven Week.

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Grey met blue, Allen's gaze at the ocean. As his mind wandered, images started playing inside his head. Memories, more precisely. A desert beach, two boys, a guitar, and their backpacks. How could it get any better than this? In Allen's mind, it was impossible.

They were relaxing after spending the whole day in the water. Or, at least Lavi was. Allen was looking for wood to make a bonfire, and found it a few meters away from where he and his boyfriend were settled.

He only left for a minute to carry the wood and when he came back Lavi was already asleep on the sand. Allen chuckled at the sight. His boyfriend looked cute when asleep, though he would blush whenever Allen said that. Otherwise, he would simply avoid his gaze embarrassed and say that Allen was even cuter.

But that scene would certainly make a nice painting. It was such a pity Tiedoll wasn't there to capture the moment. The sun was setting, the orange lite over the young man's face, making his autumn red locks look like copper, and making his almost unnoticeable freckles show up. His lone eye delicately closed, his lips in a serene line.

Allen smiled and turned his back to him, decided to start the fire. It took him a little time, he wasn't used to it, but after some struggling he finally made it.

He was hypnotized by the flames in front of him. Suddenly, he felt a warm breath on his neck. Lavi nipped his skin, and ran his nose up to Allen's jaw.

"Why didn't you wake me up, Moyashi-kun?"

The red hair brushed against Allen's cheek, as he turned around to face his boyfriend.

There was no reply for that, just blushing. Allen took his chance to kiss the other's lips. Salty as the sea they were swimming in a while ago. Lavi caressed the back of his neck, grabbing some white tresses and deepening the kiss; they could feel the love all around them.

Allen opened his eyes and looked at the ocean again. He tried his best to avoid the tears that were coming down his cheeks. There wasn't any memory. It was just fantasy inside his head, things he would think about before going to sleep. There was no ocean, it was a picture Tiedoll painted. There were no boyfriends, just two priests fated to a lonely life, serving the church.

Friendship among comrades was a fact. Love was an unfortunate consequence.

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A.N.: Too short? Too cheesy? Too grammar-sucker? Let me know! Especially you guys who add this story to your favourites, subscribe to me and to the story, and DON'T REVIEW! C'mon, I want to know what you think!

Next one might come next month, as I have eight, I repeat, EIGHT school projects for this month, which includes a musical in a great theatre in my city (and me as a director and coreographer, I may add), which means: NO SOCIAL LIFE, NO FANFICTION, NO FREE WEEKENDS AND, THE MOST IMPORTANT, NO BLUE NAILS!

I tell you, my life sucks.

See ya next month!

xxx