We were soon out of the flat and down the street, catching a bus. I don't know specifically where we're going, but Dan did, and it was obviously some place that you can have a picnic.

We finally got to a park-looking place, different from the one we were at before. Dan sat down on the soft grass and I did too.

Here we were, sitting on top of a hill in some field in god knows where. Dan brought a plastic bag full of sandwiches and goldfish and cookies and juice and food that you would eat in kindergarten or something. I feel like a kid eating lunch on a field trip. He handed me a sandwich and a Capri Sun. He took the same for himself and I knew there was no point in fighting eating, so I ate it like I was supposed to.

We both ate and laughed and talked about video games and Pokemon and nerdy stuff that we were both into.

When we were done eating, Dan pulled out two blankets and laid them down back to back, and lay down on one of them, and I followed his lead putting my head against his, so our feet were on opposite ends. Here we were, both laying on top of a hill in some field in god knows where, staring at the dark sky full of bright, shining balls of gas.

We sat for a few moments in silence, but a comfortable silence. One of those silences where you don't have to say anything but just by being quiet, you're completely okay.

"Why do you want to die?" Dan asked after we both lay in silence for a few moments.

"I don't know. A lot of reasons, I guess." I answered. I'm not lying, I can't count the reasons.

"But why?"

"Because I deserve it. It would make so many people happy and everyone's life better and it would just be the right thing to do. And don't retaliate and say you want me to stay alive, I'm sorry but I'm so sick of hearing that lie from people." To think about it, I've actually never heard it form anyone. Why am I such a bitch.

I remembered a question I had wanted to ask him ever since I first met him.

"What were you doing on the roof that day?" I heard a quiet sigh from the other side of the blanket.

"I was planning on doing the same thing you were planning on doing, believe it or not." I heard, quiet, but audible.

"But why? You're so nice and amazing and handsome and great." I tried to fight back. Did I really just say that about Dan?

"You know, you are all of those things too."

"Not even close. I have reasons to die. You're living the life."

"All of this pressure and stress was just too much to bear." I heard his voice shake a little.

"I'm sorry."

We both lay there in silence.

"Don't leave me." He finally said, after moments of quiet.

We both sit there in even more silence, but longer this time. You could tell we were both thinking, about what, I'm not sure.

"The stars are so bright tonight." I said, finally breaking the silence.

"Like your eyes." Dan said back. Oh boy.

"Real original, Dan." I laughed.

"I speak the truth. You're so beautiful."

"Cut the bullshit."

"No bullshit. I just wish you could see how gorgeous you are." I also wish I could believe you.

"But I'm not. I've been told I'm ugly and fat all of my life, and I've just been forced to believe that. If everyone calls me it, it must be true."

"No. No, you're so perfect and beautiful and I wish I could come up with a better word but there are none to describe how much I love you."

We both froze.

Am I imagining things? What? No. It sounded like Dan just told me he loved me.

I sat up and looked at him, we both had eyes of 'I can't believe you just said that'.

"You love me?" Wow, I sound stupid. He clearly just said that, Alex. What the fuck is wrong with you.

"Oh my god. Sorry. That slipped out. But... yes, I do. We've only known each other for a week or whatever but you make me so happy. Your beautiful face and your perfect personality and I can't describe how perfect you are. I can't even describe how much I love you."

The next thing I knew, my lips were pressed against his. His warm, soft, pink lips, full of love and meaning. We stayed there for what seemed like forever, knowing it was only a few seconds or so. I pulled away first, not wanting to, but knowing I had to.

I climbed over to his blanket and laid down next to him. My head was on his chest and his arm was on my arm, and we both lay there, staring at the endless sky in front of our eyes.

"I love you too." I told him, because I meant it.