Please note: This is my first fic, period. I'm going to try and make it a good one, but please bear with me. Also, I have been influenced by other writers, and may use some of the same topics, but the plot ideas are all my own. -§teph

This story takes place after the first year of Eden Hall. They will have turned sixteen.

Adam's POV

After the 'incident' last night, Charlie went to help Goldberg with his homework. I walked around campus for a while, and came back well after curfew. Luis was asleep, luckily. He was the reason I stayed out. When I woke up, he was gone. Phew! I thought. Maybe he's avoiding me.

I slid off my bed, and there was an envelope that had ADAM printed clearly across it lying on my bedstand. I picked it up, and gingerly tore it open. It read…

Adam,
I'm sorry about yesterday. I was out of line. Forgive me, please.
-Luis

I yawned, and put it back on the stand. The door swung open, and I looked up. Charlie's beaming face appeared, and then the rest of him. He threw me a package, and I caught it numbly. I'm not a morning person.

"What's this for?" I asked.

"Just open it." He commanded.

He sat down next to me, on the side of my bed, looking over my shoulder as I unwrapped, well, unwrapped is a little too humble…I tore the present open. Inside, there was a book. I picked it up, and fingered through the pages. My jaw dropped.

It was an antique's age, but looked in good condition. A book of poems. Various authors. Poems! There was a card underneath it, and I picked it up, Charlie still looking over my shoulder. He smiled, and I looked at him, and opened the card.

It was a birthday card. I thought hard for a moment. It was my birthday? It was my birthday!! I was sixteen! Wow, I hadn't even remembered. I forgot my own birthday. Maybe it was because my birthday was never celebrated. I put the book next to Luis's letter on the stand, and wrapped my arms around Charlie's neck.

"Thank you." I smiled.

"You're welcome…Happy sixteenth."

I kiss his cheek, and we fell back into the warmth of my bed. Our faces were barely inches apart. He licked his lips, dampening the tainted labrum. I looked towards the door.

"Locked…" He whispered.

I smiled. He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, his hand returning to my cheek. He leaned closer, and I did too. Our lips met, and the world seemed to tumble down around us. Nothing else mattered.

It's funny to picture two guys making out, and it's probably something that a lot of people would rather not picture. So I won't explain the lovely details. Although, trust me, they were lovely.

I still wasn't dressed in my school clothes, so when we parted I said 'thank you' at least a dozen times. He said it was no big deal. I guess he didn't realize how big a deal it really was. I never got presents for my birthday…so usually my birthday came and went, and I didn't realize it until a week or two, or three later!

I sighed, and Charlie sat up. I grabbed my clothes, and quickly changed in the bathroom. I brushed my hair, and combed my teeth. Then I realized what I'd done, and went back to re-do it. This time I got it right, combing my hair, and brushing my teeth. Geez! The things love can do to a guy. When I came out of the bathroom, I found Charlie looking through the book of poems. He smiled at me.

"There are some good ones in here."

"How did you manage to get that, anyway?"

"Connections." He winked.

I smiled back at him. He had a tendency to…uhm; well…it's hard to say, but, here goes. Poetry, and stuff like that, well, it turns me on! I don't know how, or why, but it's a weakness. A definite weakness. That's how he'd won be back…It was a weakness, by all means. He'd recite lines from a play, or a poem, or some sweet 'line' he'd heard somewhere. Sometimes he even made stuff up. I could tell what was coming, and I braced myself.

"The sun reflects of yonder face,

Thy skin, complex with wondrous grace.

Thine eyes, their beauty still untold,

But you're a story, I'll unfold."

I blushed. No, not now…oh, please not now. I really was having a hard time, I had to sit down. He smiled. He was playing off my weakness. We'll miss school, if…

Too late. It was hard for me not to dive at him…somehow I managed it.