If anyone had seen them, they wouldn't have thought twice, all they would've seen were two teenaged boys, huddled in a corner of the library and surrounded by piles of books. Maybe they would have dwelled on the simple thought of how studious the two looked but that was all. In reality, neither one of them were studying, the book that rested in the blond boys lap was deceptive and the notebook that rested on the desk in front of his companion was filled with song lyrics rather than notes.

After a few minutes of silence, the blond moved closer, resting his head on the other boys shoulder as he turned a page. Their silence wasn't an awkward one, instead feeling as if they needed no words. Snuggling a bit closer, the blond had pulled his whole body onto the couch, half pressed against his friend and half curled up in the cushion.

The other boy smiled and wrapped an arm around the smaller of the two. Leaning down he placed a light kiss to his forehead before smirking lightly, "I thought you said we wouldn't do this in public." His whisper was soft and slightly amused.

The blond shrugged, "I don't care anymore," he began to explain. "I don't care about anything anymore. Well anything except you and filming, the two things that actually make me happy." A light blush had snuck onto his cheeks as he spoke, making the boy of sixteen appear almost ten.

His companion apparently found this adorable and placed another kiss on the boy's nose. "Careful, you'll prove your parents right." He took on the tone of a scolding mother at his next remark, "Now Mark, you know that boy's dangerous, he'll pull you into all sorts of things that a boy your age shouldn't even be thinking about now. He'll steer you off track honey and nobody wants that."

The blond, Mark, had to repress his laugher. "I don't care," he said again as he leaned up and pressed a kiss on the corner of the other boy's lips. "All they want for me to do is get good grades, go to some amazing school, then get out, get a job, get married and turn into a drone. I don't want that, you don't want that…right?" His eyes gazed almost nervously up at the other.

The other shook his head, "Naw, you know what I want from you." A hand reached down and began to stroke the soft blond hair. "Besides, you'd make an awful drone, always fucking up something or other in the pattern of things."

Mark smiled almost sadly, "Thanks Roger." Nuzzling the hand, the two boys fell back into a comfortable silence, the only sound being Roger occasionally reaching out and scribbling a lyric or two on the notebook.

"Hey Roger," Mark finally said, eyes peering up to see if the songwriter was paying attention, which he was. "I love you."

Another smirk, "I know."

A sound in front of them caused the two boys to come apart, Mark darting to the other side of the couch as Roger snatched up his notebook and turned to a random page and began scribbling nonsense. The woman that stood before them gave the boys a disapproving look but chose to keep quiet. Taking one last look to make sure that the two had broken contact, she turned on her heel and retreated to the desk at the front of the library.

If anyone had seen them, they wouldn't have thought twice, all they would've seen were two teenaged boys who were totally in love with each other.