Hope you like this kissy mushy googoo scene lol.

"So what exactly do you want to talk about?"

Nero and I laid side by side on the cold rooftop, looking up at the stars thoughtfully as an awkward silence ensued. I wasn't exactly sure how to kick off the conversation this time around.

"I suppose we should get to know each other right? I mean, I like you and you like me and that's usually what people in our situations do."

"Alright, tell me your life story then."

Nero chuckled. "I'll try. It isn't very interesting though."

"You're too modest."

"Well…I didn't grow having a hard life. My parents made plenty of money, I was an only child, and I got fairly decent grades. Me and my mom are pretty close, we butt heads sometimes sure, but I know she loves me. My dad is away on business a lot. He likes to see things and meet people. That doesn't make him a bad man; actually, I want to be just like him when I grow up. See, I've always had this vision for what I want my life to be. I'm crazy about the environment. 'Saving the world one bottle at a time' as my mom would call it. I want to find more efficient ways for cars to run, I want to find ways to recycle things that nobody ever thought possible, I want to save trees and plants from being destroyed. I'm an idealist I suppose, but my mom says all the great people are. You have to be able to make resolutions and find solutions, ones that nobody else would dare to try. So that's pretty much me in a nutshell. I'm the kid picking up trash on the side of the road and offering a cheery hand when ever it's needed."

The picture fit perfectly in my head. He wasn't just some kid with a fake personality, another walking contradiction. He was real. He cared about things other then himself, he had goals and ideas.

It was like back in grade school when the teachers would ask 'what do you want to be when you grow up' and all the kids would say things like 'Doctors' or 'astronauts' or even 'president of the united states' and nobody would question them because they're just kids, they have their whole lives ahead of them, anything is possible.

That was Nero in a sense. He had his whole life ahead of him, he had goals and he had the drive to accomplish them.

And nobody in my life has ever made me feel more tiny.

"This is usually the part where you tell me your story Virgie. Or are you chicken?"

"Chicken?" I snorted. "There's just not much to tell."

"Well, you must have some goals right?"

I thought about it for a second. All most of my life has been is planning after planning. My parents wanted me to take over their company when I became old enough to do so. The mere thought of being a corporate drone made my skin crawl.

"Well my parents want me to be something I'm not. In other words: I'm not allowed to have goals. It's going again the plan."

I shivered when I felt Nero grab my slightly clammy hand, adding the slightest bit of pressure. "Who cares what your parents want Virgil. You're not a marionette. They can't control you. So I'll ask you again. What are your goals?"

Nero had a point. I'm tired of being controlled.

"Well, when I was in middle school there was this lame contest being held. It was school wide thing, something that only honor students and geeks participated in. The prize was pretty dumb, just some gift certificate to some gay restaurant. But I decided to try it anyways. I knew my friends would make fun of me so I kept it on the down low and handed in my entry discreetly. It was a writing contest and it didn't have much of a prompt besides make it original. So I wrote a short story about a kid not wanting to be stuck in his small town, wanting a way out and dreaming of all the places he could go. Turns out the dumb story was pretty good and I won. My friends gave me grief since it was posted in the office for all to see but it was worth it in the end. It felt good y'know? Having something that I put time and energy into, having something I was proud of. For quite awhile I was convinced I wanted to be a writer. Unfortunately my parents squashed that dream and told me other wise. But in the back of my mind…I still want to be a writer."

Nero stroked my palm and offered a gentle smile. "If you believe you can then you can. Who cares what anybody says, do what makes you happy, not what'll make your parents happy." Nero breathed into the shell of my ear.

Suddenly my stomach burst into a million fluttering butterflies. How…girly.

"Nero," I whispered. "Can I kiss you?" Nero pulled back slightly to look at me, slowly leaning in as my heart sped up. "You're not going to leave this time are you?"

"No." His face was so close to mine that his cool minty breath hit my lips.

Impatiently, I closed the distance between us.

When his lips met mine it was like a million fireworks hitting the sky. Everything in my brain (and the pit of my stomach) was exploding wildly.

At first the kiss was slow and enticing. Our lips were parted slightly as chastised kisses turned into something a bit deeper. Every so often I'd pull back and look at his reaction, only to smirk when he reached into my hair and pulled me back.

Eventually things became more heated, chastised turned into open mouths and when I felt especially daring, I pushed my tongue into his mouth and touched his tentatively.

All in all I'd say we spent a good ten minutes making out.

Surprisingly though, I was the first one to pull back gasping for air. "Wow." I breathed.

"I know." Nero replied just as breathless.

See, my theories on first kisses (not in general. I mean with another person you've never kissed before): if the kiss sucked and you and the other person had no sparks then it will immediately become apparent.

You'll open your eyes after a good ol' make out session and all you'll see is the other person. Just their annoying face. Nothing else.

But, if the kiss was good and the both of you had sparks then everything will be put into perspective. You'll see a potential relationship, potential dates, and maybe even potential love.

So at that very moment I was looking at all the fun and gushiness I'd have with Nero and I knew he was doing the same.

"So…does this make us...boyfriends?" I asked a tab bit too hopeful.

"Are you asking me out?" Nero said with a smirk.

"Yes. I'm asking you out. So is that a yes?"

"I dunno, I kinda only wanted you for your body," He teased. "You are pretty hot and all and you know your brother is expecting us to get to work on making those kids…"

"Nero." I groaned, causing said boy to smile and smack my arm.

"You dope," He pecked my lips. "Of course I'll go out with you."