We just sat there, in each other's arms, his head on my shoulder and my face in his hair. His scent was so sweet, yet with the hint of masculinity. I brought my hand from his waist to the side of his face and stroked his hair. He kept his face buried in my shoulder. I felt him twitch and then shudder, letting go of all his feelings and bursting into tears. I put my hand back down to his waist and pulled him closer to me, feeling him grab onto me harder. He was a wreck within ten seconds and I could feel the tears soaking into my coat. I didn't make him move, he was so vulnerable and because of that I saw myself become that too. I held Hope in my arms and after him gasping for breath and regaining his stability, I moved my arm to his face and slowly pushed his head away, locking eyes with him. His eyes were swollen, red and puffy. It looked really bad on him, just being honest, but I was in the same position as him and I was trying not to break down myself. I had no idea what was going on in my life, I had no clue as to what my sexuality was or what my true feelings for Hope were. Was this puppy love or something deeper? The latter is what goes through my brain the most; there's a part of me deep down that wants it to be true.

"Let's get you cleaned up." I whispered.

I took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom. He sat down on the edge of the bath as I handed him the big box of fluffy tissues. He took a few out and wiped his eyes. He clenched the wet tissues in his hand before throwing them in the small bin under the sink and standing up.

"I don't even know why I'm like this." He choked.

"I do." I replied, opening my arms, embracing him. He willingly walked into me, as I wrapped my arms around him once more. "I'm at confused as you. I just have trouble showing emotion to other people." I walked him back to the living room, holding his waist the entire way. He didn't seem to mind. He fell in a heap onto the couch, lying down and closing his eyes. I went to the kitchen and got him a glass of water before returning and placing it in his hand.

"Can I ask you something now?" I said.

His puffy eyes looked up from the floor and with a trace of a smile said, "Of course."

My heart started hammering, my pulse speeding up and my breathing quicken. I began to shake slightly and I was afraid that when I tried to speak my voice would break and I would go all squeaky and nervous. I opened my mouth to Hope.

"Hope, will you go out with me?"

WIthout hesitation, he jumped off the couch and flew into an embracing hug, whispering, "of course" into my right ear.

I was still technically engaged to Serah. That hurt, it really did. I'm sure that she wanted to end it and that she would the next time she saw me; very enthusiastically. I was pretty sure that I wanted to end it too. Hope had changed me for the better. You wouldn't usually ask someone out after metting for 2 days before, but this was different. It was so hard to explain though. There was something about Hope. Maybe it was his hair, his face and features, or just the generosity that caused us to be together now that made me so attracted to him. All through high school, I was friends with the "hardcore" group. Going around after girls, looking down on gays and nerds. I was such a fucking idiot. Why did I do that? I don't even know my sexuality right now. I think I could be becoming what I despised in high school. It just feels right.

A few hours had passed since I asked Hope out. We had just been lying on the couch watching TV. We weren't really paying attention to what was being said, we were talking about everything, having another indepth conversation just like the one we had when I woke up in his apartment. While we were talking, I had my arm over him; I was laying behind him. The couch was narrow, but that just caused Hope to be closer to me. Just being able to touch him made my heart flutter. Hope shuffled a little to get comfortable, which made the lack of room even less, resulting in his lower half falling off the couch while the remainder of his body remained on the couch being held be me. Hope laughed as he untangled himself from me and stood up.

"Well, that couch is too small." He admitted, smirking, "Go to my room and I'll bring the tv in."

His bed. I couldn't help but smile and he noticed.

"BAD THOUGHTS SNOW!" He implied, unplugging the tv and somehow managing to drag it into the bedroom. I walked into the room as he was setting it up lied on the bed. It was really comfortable, I could've lied there for so long, especially with Hope next to me. Watching Hope set up the tv onto the counter, which the laptop was on before, he bent over to plug it in, getting the best view ever. I let out a giggle as Hope stood back up and turned around, realising what had just happened. He went back into the lounge room to get the remote and came back in, turning the tv on in the process. He fell down next to me as I put my arm around him, feeling him get in close and placing his hand on my stomach. Looking down at his silver hair, I kissed him on the top of his head. He looked up at me and smiled. He looked so adorable, his baby face was all mine. He rolled onto his back and put his hands behind his head. I rolled onto my stomach, right next to his body and looked at him, watching the ceiling.

"Can I ask another personal question?" Hope spoke.

"Of course you can, the last went ended pretty well in my opinion." I grinned.

Hope laughed and then continued, "Are you a virgin, Snow? I know about what happened with her, but did you ever like, do it before?"

The way he spoke of sex, so shy and nervous, made me want to go "AWWW!" I laughed, looking him in the eyes.

"Yeah, I'm a virgin. How about yourself?" I said, watching Hope turn a bright pink.

"Umm... Yeah, I've uh, never even been kissed." He stuttered.

I practically started crying on Hope's chest, I was laughing so hard. It wasn't something I shouldn't have been laughing about, but how red in the face he was going just talking about this was so cute.

"It's not funny!" Hope cried, sitting up and making my head fall onto the bed.

He sat against the headrest of his bed, with his arms crossed looking down. I got onto my knees and shuffled over to him. I lifted his chin with my finger, so that we were looking at each other. The poor boy looked scared but so happy at the same time. He was about to open his mouth to say something, but I closed the distance between our lips with a kiss that was pure bliss. As our lips touched, I felt Hope gasp, then kiss me back. I pulled away, holding his head in my hands.

"I was not expecting that." he gasped, still red faced but smilling.

I gave him one more quick peck before tracing my lips up to his ear, feeling him shiver as I whispered, "Get used to it."