A/N: I'm sorry for the wait, and if you're reading any of my other stories, I'm sorry for not updating them yet. I haven't had any good inspiration to write any of them, but I promise it shouldn't take longer than one more week, promise. Please review, I want to know what you think of this story.

Well, since the prologue, a lot of things happened that weren't terribly important, but still need to be explained. I had almost died, but I didn't. I had a genetic heart problem that I had surgery to fix, but those were back in the summer of 2008. I moved away from that lunch table where I used to sit. I now sat with Cathleen and her friends, who have accepted me as one of their best friends as well, but that didn't happen until the end of the school year this year. Abigail dropped out of school half way through the year, leaving me almost completely alone until I moved to that table.

Brent and I eventually became friends again because of that, against my mom's and my own better judgment. Even though I was now friends with my old friends, I still didn't feel comfortable sitting and eating lunch with them. My feelings for Brent weren't love back then, but they have just continued to grow since we became friends again and now, there were really quite close to it. I came out to a few people, my best friends Cathleen Vander, Amber Fancher, and Diana Celesta (Arista Eloquis in Horizon).

It was late at night when things started to get interesting. Around 9 o clock, Brent came over, back from Jake's house, and wanted to hang out. I didn't care that he spent the whole day with one of my old best friend, so I told him to come on inside and wait for me to get changed. "So, how was your day?"

"It was good, kinda boring though. I did find out that there will be a meteor shower later tonight. Want to watch it with me?" Brent was in loose fit shorts with his trademark Texas longhorns sweatshirt on.

I froze. Did he just ask me to watch a meteor shower with him? For real. "S…Sure, sounds like something cool." I tried to hide the happiness in my voice. I knew this day would come. I finally have a chance to see if he likes me, just like my mom said he did. But if he does, oh boy, the girls won't be happy about this.

He smiled vibrantly, "Great. I've always wanted to watch a meteor shower." He waited for me to grab my things and change into more comfortable clothes. "Ready?" He laughed gently, getting me even more flustered.

"Hold on, I have to put pants on." I dug through my dresser, looking for some sweat pants. It might have been summer, but tonight was a cold night. I didn't hear the door open, so when I turned around to slip my pants on, I got scared to see Brent standing there. I stumbled back onto my bed, "What's up?" I quickly slipped my pants on, hoping that he hadn't noticed the slight change in my lower half. He was watching me with my pants off. I wonder why?

"I got worried because you were taking so long. I wanted to make sure you were alright." He sat down on the bed next to me, looking me right in the eyes. "You're my best friend and you did have a heart problem. I needed to make sure nothing happened to you while I was in the other room." The faintest blush came to my face, and of course, he saw it. "Dude, are you sure you're ok? Your face is turning red."

"I…I'm fine, it's just really hot in here. Come on, let's go outside." I grabbed his wrist on instinct, instantly letting it go once I realized what I did. "Sorry, force of habit with all the little babies around."

Let me explain, Victoria's mom Martha and my mom's other sister Priscilla both had baby girls only five weeks apart back in 2006. Back during the prologue, they were only two and weren't that important, but you need to know they exist. Also that Victoria has a younger brother who's 11 years old and my other aunt has a little boy who's 5 years old.

He laughed, slipping his wrist back into my grip, "It's ok, I'm used to it. You've done it to me for the past year without knowing it."

My face just kept getting redder, "I…I'm still sorry." I stuttered, trying to come up with any plausible reason as to why I didn't even realize I did it until now. Oh well, he doesn't mind if I hold his wrist and I don't mind holding it.

I pulled him outside and across the street from my grandma's house to the side lot that holds a giant rock in the middle of it, conveniently called the rock. I looked around the empty field, searching for a place to sit down. "Where do you want to sit? The grass isn't too wet."

He looked around with me, focusing on the rock. "Let's get on top of the rock. That way we can lay down while watching the show without getting our butts wet." He started laughing, making me laugh as well. When he wanted to be, Brent was the single greatest friend I had, as long as he didn't open his mouth about something that I actually disagree with him about, like homosexuality.

"Sounds like a plan." I cupped my hands to give him a boost, giving him just enough of a lift to make it up. I decided to use the little steps that had been carved into the rock, but I still needed his help to get up onto them. I accidentally fell on top of him while he was helping me up, making us laugh even harder. "I'm such a klutz."

"Yes you are. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to flirt with me." He continued laughing while I caught my breath.

"Yeah, good thing huh?" I chuckled, but not at my statement. I was laughing because he didn't know any better, proving that he was just as stupid as everyone said.

He picked a spot to lay down and patted the area next to him, "Come on, lay down next to me."

"I'm comin." I settled down next to him, taking a second to look him over. He had gotten much more attractive since 8th grade. His skin was still very pale, but it seemed to suit him more. He had put on a lot of muscle mass since then, not to the point of bulging muscles, but if he took his shirt off, without even flexing you could see every one of his muscles. His eyes hadn't changed color, but those milk chocolate brown orbs became the single thing in the world that could cheer me up. He was taking better care of himself, eating a much more balanced diet, cleaning himself up better, and even wearing nicer clothes.

If only this boy was gay. He'd be mine in an instant. I let a tear slide down my face, filled with all my hopes of ever claiming this boy as my own. I just kept looking up at the sky, waiting for something to happen. Who am I kidding. In this backwater town, finding love for me is almost impossible. I just want to find someone good for me. At that exact moment, a small dot flashed across the sky, and we both thought the meteor shower was about to begin.

Now, I know what your thinking, "Wow, what a cliché. I can't believe he expects us to believe this." But I'm telling you right now that this is EXACTLY what happened to me in real life, no lie. Whenever I think about it, I get goose bumps.

"Hey, the showers starting." Brent stared up at the sky, looking all across the sky for another light.

I looked up too, searching for another sign that the show was about to start, but with no such luck. That one light seemed like just a fluke. There was no meteor shower happening, and I knew that something that spectacular couldn't happen in this town. It was 10:30 at night before I finally decided to call it quits. "Brent, I don't think the meteor shower is gonna happen." I sat up, but he moved his hand onto my chest and pushed me back down.

"Give it a little bit longer. I want to wait until eleven before we quit."

I laid back down, but he didn't move his hand from my chest. I blushed in the darkness, my heart speeding up slightly, but nothing too noticeable.

For the next fifteen minutes while we waited, Brent talked about how great Jake was and how much fun he had with him, which began to depress me. Can he shut up about Jake? He's with me right now. I don't want to hear about how much fun he had with Jake.

My annoyance kept rising once it passed eleven, but he stopped talking a while ago. It was 11:14 when I had finally had enough. "I don't think the shower is gonna happen Brent. I'm tired, can I go back to my grandma's?" I sat up, but he didn't move his hand. Instead, it fell into my lap. I looked over at him and he was asleep next to me. Awe, he fell asleep. But I need to wake him up. "Hey, Brent, wake up." I shook his body lightly until he started to stir.

He opened his eyes slowly, smiling with both his eyes and his mouth. "Good morning Ryan." He sat up, rubbing his eyes as he yawned. "Whoa, it's dark out still."

I giggled, something I only started doing recently. "Its still night time Brent, but I think you're tired. Time for you to go home." I got down off the rock and helped him get down, causing him to fall on top of me. "Hahaha, and you called me the klutz."

He laid on top of me for a few minutes, just staring at me for some reason I couldn't understand. "I don't want to go home." He rested his head down on my shoulder, taking in a long whiff of my cologne. "You smell really good Ryan."

I blushed, my heart racing faster than it had in a long time. Ok, I don't know if this is a good thing. Sure, he's on top of me, resting his head on my shoulder, but I don't want that. I want it to be the other way around. Ugh, this is too much to deal with for someone who's only 15. "Brent, don't you want to get home and go to bed?" I didn't want things to get too uncomfortable, so I decided that trying to stop him was the best idea, and if he didn't want to stop, that was perfectly fine too.

He nuzzled his head deeper into my neck, his breathing starting to become more rhythmic again. "I'd rather just stay here with you. I don't know why, but when I'm with you, I forget about my home life." He tensed up slightly, his breathing started hitching.

His father was a major drunk and his mother would just run away whenever he started drinking. He also had a lot of guns and on many occasions, he would threaten his and my own family with those guns. But he would only do that when he got drunk, which just happened to be every weekend.

I was in an awkward position, but I didn't mind it in the least bit. On more than one occasion, Brent would come over to my house wanting to just talk. He even broke down and cried a few times because he was afraid of his father of what he would do. "What's wrong Brent? Is something going on at your house?"

He didn't lift his head off my neck, but I could feel him nod it. "My father had a couple of drinks, and I'm trying to stay away from home as long as I can so that I won't have to deal with him." He kept his head nuzzled in place, moving his hands under his stomach and on top of mine.

"Then why don't you sleep over my grandma's house with me? This way you won't have to deal with your father and you can get a good night's sleep." I tried to push myself up off the ground, but his body was weighing me down.

His hands began tracing little circles on my shirt, making me shiver. "I can't. I have to go with my mom tomorrow morning for a doctors appointment, but I take it you're tired, so I'll let you go." He got off me, helping me up once he was standing. "I'll see you tomorrow. Be up by ten." He waved goodbye as he walked down the empty street. His image flickering along with the streetlight.

I couldn't help but feel bad for him. His home life sucks and there's nothing I can do to help him except being there for him. If he feels comfortable around me enough to cry on top of me, then I'm here to help him. I walked across the street to my grandma's house, softly closing the door so that she wouldn't wake up.

I slipped silently into my room, changing into my pajamas and getting under the covers. I'm not tired, so let's see if Percy's up. I grabbed my cell phone off the nightstand and sent Percy a text. Hey man, if you're up, text me back. I sent the text and waited for my phone to buzz.

I'm up, what's up?

I'm hyper and bored. I wanted to talk to someone about what just happened.

What happened? Does it involve Brent again?

Yeah, we waited outside for two and a half hours waiting for a meteor shower that never happened.

Sounds boring, but you said something happened?

Yeah, while waiting, he fell asleep next to me. I woke him up but when we got off the rock, he fell on top of me. I told him that he was tired and that it was time to go home, but he kept cuddling with me.

Ryan, you're my friend, so I'm gonna tell you that whatever you're thinking about Brent, just throw those thoughts away. He's been mentally torturing you for the past year. It's not worth the pain.

I know, but I can't help my feelings. He brings out the caring nature inside of me. I cant help but want to be with him; to make him feel better.

I know you Ryan, you'll do anything to help someone, but sometimes you need to think about yourself. If you always try to help other people, but neglect to help yourself, then you're never gonna get better.

I reread the text over and over again in my head. What does he want me to do? I'm so confused. Ok, then how do you recommend I do that? I mean, this isn't something that I can do all on my own.

I want you to stop hanging out with Brent so much. Maybe if you're away from him for long enough, you'll be over him.

But I can't do that. He needs me more than I need him. I'll think of a way to ignore those feelings, but I think I'll need a boyfriend before I can get over him. I need someone to take my focus off him.

How about we talk tomorrow? I'm tired and I don't feel like arguing with you right now lol.

Alright, goodnight.

Night.

I set my phone back on the nightstand, getting under the floral covers that my grandma loved. What am I gonna do about him. If only I could find that one person who could make my life better.