A/N: Hey, guys! Thanks for reading my story. This is probably one of my favorite AUs I have written(this statement includes the first book). Maybe one day I might write a third book, but I'd have to come up with a good story. It took me forever to come up with the plot of this one. Now, on with the chapter!

Victor and Bram flew back to New York the next day. Victor knew he had to have an important conversation with Mia, so he asked her to meet him at Brasstown. Mia was sitting at a table by the time he arrived. "Hey, Victor," she said.

"Hey, Mia," he said. He sat across from her. She had already ordered his usual drink, and she had her own. "How was staying with your grandparents? By the way, I like your new jacket. It fits you well."

"Thanks," Victor said. "Staying with my grandparents went well. The adoption actually went through. But I called you here because I needed to have a serious conversation with you, and I wanted you to hear it for me because I respect you, and I really like spending time with you."

"Ok," Mia said.

"I don't know how to say this," Victor said. "I like boys."

"Oh," Mia said.

"I don't want this to change our friendship," Victor said.

"It is, but not because you like guys," Mia said. "I think it might take a while for us to be able to get back to normal. I'm assuming that you probably want to end things."

Victor nodded. "Yeah, but just in a romantic sense," Victor said.

"Thank you for telling me," Mia said. They then shared a platonic hug and finished up their coffee. They said goodbye to each other before leaving the coffee shop. Victor decided he wasn't going to go straight home.

Victor walked to the nearest cemetery, which was the one he needed to go to. He walked through the cemetery until he found the gravestone he was looking for.

Here lies,

Simon Spier Greenfeld

November 17th-January 5th, 2020

Victor laid beside the gravestone. The body hadn't been buried here yet because the funeral hadn't happened yet. The body was still in the morgue. They hadn't had time to have a proper funeral with everything that happened during the past week, but they already had the gravestone placed in.

"I came out to Mia," Victor said. "She was pretty accepting. I'll probably talk with Benji tomorrow. I also found your old high school jacket. Do you want to be buried with it? Of course, you can't answer. Why did I say that?"

Victor never realized how tired he was. He always got decaf so the coffee wasn't doing anything to keep him awake. Victor tucked the jacket closer to him and slowly fell asleep.

"Victor," a voice said. Victor quickly woke up. It was dark out, but Victor could tell that it was Benji. "There you are. We've been worried sick. You were supposed to be at Lake's two hours ago."

"I lost track of time," Victor murmured. Benji then saw what grave he was beside. He sat beside Victor and took his hand. "I told Mia. We're choosing to just be friends."

"I'm glad to have a good talk," Benji said. "And that you guys chose to have it early on. Bad things could have happened if you didn't go ahead and tell her the truth. But now you guys can go on and have a good friendship."

"Me too," Victor stated. "I didn't want to lose her as a friend."

Benji rested his head on Victor's shoulder. Victor leaned over and kissed his head. "This is a strange place for us to have our first romantic moment," Benj murmured. It was just the two of them in the graveyard. The groundskeeper hadn't arrived for their shift yet.

"I don't actually mind it though," Victor whispered.

"Me either," Benji said. They knew they were going to have to leave soon, but they just stayed there for a few moments and basked in the moonlight.