"How long?"
"Huh?"
"How long have you…" Oliver trailed off shyly.
"Had feelings for you?" Enrique finished and he felt Oliver nod against his shoulder. "To be honest, Oli, I'm not sure… I guess I started seeing you as more than a best friend… more than a little brother…"
"Little? Who you calling 'little'?" Oliver frowned raising his head to look at Enrique, a pout on his lips. "I'm the same age as you."
"Correction: you're just over three months younger than me. Your birthday is in July and mine is in October." He took one of his hands off Oliver's waist and held up three fingers. "Three months."
"Know-it-all." Oliver mumbled, resting his head on Enrique's shoulder once more. He sighed sadly.
Enrique caught the tone in his sigh. "Something wrong, Oli?"
"Just… my father's… a… he's a bit of a homophobe…" Oliver muttered, surprising Enrique slightly.
"Well, he doesn't have to know, does he?"
"I guess…"
"You know what?"
Oliver raised his head again. "What?"
Enrique inched forward, his grip around Oliver's waist tightening as his lips ghosted over the French's. "You worry too much…"
And with that he pressed his mouth firmly against the other's…
"Catch him?"
Johnny collapsed on the couch, panting heavily from running.
"I could've…"
"Stop lying, Jonathon." Johnny growled at the use of his real name. "You didn't find him, so you couldn't catch him."
"Actually…"
Robert sighed. "What have you done now?"
"What?" Johnny exclaimed. "I didn't do anything; Enrique and Oliver did!"
Robert raised an eyebrow, urging him to continue.
"Enrique-"
Oliver broke away from the kiss, panting. He smiled slightly as Enrique leaned in again for another breathtaking kiss; literally. Their mouths meshed together in a fit of passion. A sigh escaped Oliver's lips and Enrique took this took his advantage, moving his tongue into the French boy's mouth…
Pause.
"You could be jumping to conclusions, you know." Robert said after Johnny had explained what he had seen.
Johnny frowned. "Usually, when two people swap spit, it means they like each other."
Robert grimaced. "Lovely, Johnny, just lovely." He muttered, before sighing. "But does it matter if they are together?"
Johnny shook his head. "No, but there's someone who might…" He said, pointing to the door of a large office.
"Who? Oliver's father?"
"Yeah, I heard he's a homophobe."
Robert remained silent for a while. "There's nothing we can do. We can only keep this matter to ourselves. You know how the saying goes, 'The course of true love never does run smoothly'."
"Oh, don't go all Shakespeare on me, Robert!"
Robert shrugged and smiled. "But it's true, isn't it?"
"Yeah, but Oliver and Enrique may not have true love. They might just be fu-"
"Don't want to hear it, Johnny!"
"How do you think Robert and Johnny will react when they find out, Oli?" Enrique asked the green-haired one, brushing a few bangs out of his face as Oliver sat sideways in Enrique's lap.
Oliver shrugged. "I don't know. They'll probably accept it, you know. Be shocked at first, but they'll be fine with it. Johnny might be a little bit taunting at first, but Robert'll get him to quieten down."
Enrique chuckled. "Yeah, I suppose you're right. He'll probably think that we're just fu-"
"Don't want to hear it, Enrique!"
A/N- hehe, had fun with this chap. Did u? Can anyone guess what Johnny and Enrique were about to say? Hehe, it's rude, that I can say… (evil grin)
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