"Harold, will you be my boyfriend?"

Those words rang in Melvin's head like a big bell.

"Harold, will you be my boyfriend?"

He'd caught George asking this question to Harold outside the middle school after the final bell of the day rang. His heart shattered at the sight and he ran to his bus in tears, ignoring Harold when he called out to him.

Now he was home, in his room, under his covers with his glasses on his nightstand, sobbing into his pillow.

After a minute or three, he lifted his face from the now-soaked pillow to breathe and try to calm down a bit. He took a breath from his inhaler and lied down on his back, hugging his plush version of Harold.

Once he felt relaxed, he began to think.

Why would George ask that? Didn't he know that he and Harold were already dating?

Was he trying to split them up?

That thought made his eyes well up with tears again, but this time they were angry tears.

As these tears fell, he paced around his room; not bothering to put his glasses back on; and still holding his Harold plush.

He would get revenge.

He would make George rue the day he tried to take Harold away from him. "…ly?"

But how would he do it? Maybe a prank? Yes, that was a brilliant idea. "Me…y?" It has to be big. Really big. Bigger than any prank George and Harold ever pulled on anyone.

"…elly?" Was someone calling his name? No, he was sure he was alone. Now then, he needed to figure out how this prank should commence. A big bucket of water? No, too classic. "M…y!" What about a big bucket of-

"MELVIN!"

Turns out there was someone calling his name.

For a second he thought it was his mother, but when he turned around, he discovered that it was the fluffy-haired boy he'd given his heart to.

"Look, I know what you saw looked bad, but I promise you there's nothing between me and George besides our friendship!" the 14-year-old blonde exclaimed as he ran up to him.

"I don't blame you. I blame George, and I plan on getting revenge!" the 13-year-old redhead responded, still angry.

He kept talking, not giving Harold a chance to say anything. "We've been together since 6th grade and I'm not about to let him ruin everything! I'm going to prank him so badly, he'll be afraid to even come to school! Or even leave his house! I'll be an even bigger enemy to him than I was back in ele-"

He cut himself off when he suddenly found himself in Harold's arms. His vision was still blurry from lack of glasses, but he could still make out the outline of his head, hair, and face.

All he could do was stare at his blurry form as his heart started to flutter. Harold had never done this before, but he couldn't think of anything to say about it.

Then Harold held him closer and the fluttering got stronger. Melvin placed his hands on the blonde boy's chest and looked into his blurry eyes, wondering what was happening, and what would happen next.

Harold gently placed a hand below his ear and brought him just a little closer.

And then he brought their lips together.

It was bliss.

Melvin melted into it almost immediately. His heart was going wild. He'd never felt anything like it before and he hoped it would never end.

He found himself wrapping his arms around Harold as Harold did the same, but they never let their lips part.

Both their faces were bright red and their hearts were soaring. They stayed like this for what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few minutes before Harold finally broke the connection.

"That was the only way to get you to shut up." he said quietly, smiling softly and keeping his arms around him.

"Fine by me." Melvin responded, also leaving his arms where they were. "I still want to do that prank though."

Harold chuckled. "I won't stop you, as long as it's not too extreme and George doesn't get hurt."

"No promises." Melvin responded again, causing Harold to laugh more.

"But Melly," he then started. "Do you understand now that I love you, and only you?"

"Yes." Melvin answered, gently pressing his forehead against Harold's. "I love you too."

"You wanna do that again?" Harold asked in a flirty tone.

"I don't mind." Melvin answered in the same tone.

And they brought their lips together once more to the sound of soft jazz playing from one of their phones.