Oh yeah, I'll tell you something
I think you'll understand
When I'll say that something
I wannahold your hand
I wannahold your hand
I wannahold your hand

Roxas…say something…

He had been quiet all day…Not saying a word since the morning and he kept looking over at me but no words fell out of his perfect lips. Why? Had I done something wrong? I remembered vaguely how I had snapped at him the day before, but he hadn't seemed like he was bothered by that. And after that dream last night, I needed to hear him speak to me more than ever. I wanted him to say my name…Just to hear the word in his beautiful voice. Coming from the same lips that had captured mine the night before in my sleep.

But even if it was just a dream, it had all felt to real to let go. His skin had been cool on mine and his lips so soft…to soft to not be real. But did he dream it to? I hoped with all my might that he did…I felt like…like I was a very old book, with fragile pages that had been lane open. Like he knew something about me…And I knew him. I had to…

He just felt to right not to…

But then there was the question of my faith. I mean, I was raised a good Christian boy being told that it was wrong to be homosexual. Vincent had taught me that…But …why should I care what he told me was right and wrong when he was so freely giving me away?

And God never hated anyone anyway right? And if everyone was made for somebody…what if I was made for him? I understood him, I wanted him, I knew him…

I…I loved him…

And no God of mine would hate me for loving a beautiful, broken boy like Roxas…right?

Oh please, say to me
You'll let me be your man
And please, say to me
You'll let me hold your hand
I'll let me hold your hand
I wannahold your hand

I bit my lip and looked up at the blond in question as he flipped through the millions of TV channals that they had. I had my a book open on my lap but I was finding it hard to concentrate with him sitting so close to me. I really wanted to lay my head on his shoulder and have him wrap his arm around me…I wanted to snuggle into his side and give him sweet kisses. I wanted to take all the sadness out of his eyes…but mostly I wanted to reach out and hear the thoughts pour out of him…and see if maybe…just maybe…if maybe he loved me to.

But I was too much of a chicken… dang it…

I sighed and turned closed turned the page, realizing that I had read the same line about 38 times… This was just torture…how had I lived through all the days before?

As I was off in my own little fantasy world, staring at the page, Roxas had somehow gotten close enough to me that I could feel his breath in my ear. "What're ya readen?" he asked with a smile, causing his sweet breath went into my ear and I shivered noticeably.

My face went read, "J-just a little Shakespeare," I told him with a smile. I had read a head in class so I wanted to do a little reading for fun. He smiled and set his chin on my shoulder and read the page I was on.

"So what's your favorite story?" He asked. I could feel his adams apple moving and had to force myself to focus on the question.

"Othello," I told him fondly.

"And why is that?" he asked almost amused.

"Because," I smiled, "Othello really loved Desdamoana…sure in Romeo and Juliet Romeo claimed that he loved her, but he had never really known what love was…And Antony and Cleopatra was to violent for me. Othello my end sadly, but you know that he will always love Desdamoana…no matter what."

He was quiet for a moment, "You seem to like romances…" he muttered, leaning his head so that he was in the nook of my neck. My heart was hammering and I had to swallow before I could answer.

"They're nice," I could barely get out…but really I could only think of how the soft skin of his cheek felt on my neck…I let out a breath I hadn't known that I was holding in and lay my head on his. Why did this feel so right?

And when I touch you I feel happy
Inside
It's such a feeling that my love
I can't hide
I can't hide
I can't hide

I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of him breathing as I closed my book, my hand brushing his just slightly…but that was all I needed. I heard one thing. Just a few words. Barely a sentence…

I love you so much…it hurts to breathe…

My eyes flew open and I struggled to keep my breathing steady. I wasn't really sure if I wanted him to know how I felt or not… but he was thinking it…was it me? And how could I hear his thoughts anyway? Roxas caught my hand, moving away so that he could look at me, "What's wrong Sora?" he asked but he was thinking the same thing I was…he wanted to know how I felt… He was so close, I could taste his breath on my tongue, no one was around…it was just us…both of us somehow knowing exactly what was on the other's mind…

Yeah, you've got that something
I think you'll understand
When I'll say that something
I wannahold your hand
I wannahold your hand
I wannahold your hand

I held his face gently in my hands and scooted closer, my heart beating frantically as his hand found it's way to the small of my back and helped pull me in. Both of us were nervous, and we sat and stared at each other for a moment before we both leaned in slowly to get what we both wanted.

It was beautiful…The most perfect kiss that I had ever gotten. Very soft, and very slow as we took our sweet time wanting to stay together. I felt like an entire lifetime had passed us by as my eyes fluttered shut and my heart faltered. I had to wonder why I was in his arms what could be so bad about something so wonderful? How could loving this boy be so terrible when it made me feel so complete? I didn't think it was bad…not in the slightest. It fact, the only thing that I could think at that moment was that I never wanted to let him go again.

And when I touch you I feel happy
Inside
It's such a feeling that my love
I can't hide
I can't hide
I can't hide

I pulled back only a moment to look into those deep eyes and smile, just a small smile, before he pulled me back and my arms wrapped around his neck. It was like I needed him, I felt like if he let go, I wouldn't be able to breathe. But he was breathing for me…

We fell back with him leaning over me and I gazed up at him as he shook his head, "What is it about you that makes me want you so bad?" he asked an almost desperate way…It nearly broke my heart as his lip trembled, "Why?" he choked out… "Who are you Sora?" He asked, laying his forehead against my chest. "You're driving me crazy!" he was crying and I held him gently to me as he did, running my hand through his hair and telling him it was okay.

"How can you say that?" he asked looking up at me. "You are religious right? So isn't this bad? Wrong? Should we stop this now?" Just the thought of that made my chest hurt.

"I…don't want to…" I said softly. He blinked at me and I continued, "God loves all of his children," I told him, "he makes then the way that he wants him to be…so…I have to believe that he made us this way for a reason…" I pushed a stray lock of hair out of his face.

A small smile spread across his lips and he lay his head down on my chest again. "Maybe you're my angle Sora…" he breathed and closed his eyes so he didn't see me blush. An angle? I looked down at him, the light hitting him in a way that illuminated his entire face.

He just couldn't see who the real angel was…

Yeah, you've got that something
I think you'll understand
When I'll feel that something
I wannahold your hand
I wannahold your hand
I wannahold your hand
I wannahold your hand