"So, what now? What am I supposed to say?" The brown haired boy asked as he leaned against the wall, his green shirt highlighted by moonlight.

"I just thought you would want to know." The other boy replied, his cold and tear dazed eyes finding their way back down to his shoes.

"And what makes you think that? What makes you think that I would care?" He walked up to him, close enough to whisper, close enough to breathe on his skin."What makes you think, that I would love you back?"

And the words were far too sensual. And the way his breath felt against his cheek was far too sexual. And when they kissed, it was far too fantastical for anyone to believe.

Because... They were two boys. And boys aren't supposed to kiss other boys.