We arrived in Fortuna Saturday morning.

The drive was a bit longer then I'd have liked (because traffic sucked) but the weather was nothing less then perfect. Nero was also as happy and cheery as ever and sometimes I think it's contagious.

"Did you see that lobby Virgil, it had flat screen TV's everywhere! I feel like a Rockefeller!"

"Your mom sure did hook us up didn't she?"

"Hell yeah she did!"

"Oh my, did I just hear goody good Nero say the 'H' word? Somebody call the media!"

"Har har. There you go being all Simon Cowl again."

I swayed my hips seductively as we scanned the hallway for our room, purposely acting like a diva. "Oh, you love it."

"Well, I always did think Simon Cowl was pretty sexy…"

"So now you're leaving me for Simon Cowl? Ouch."

"Pretty much. We should draw out the divorce now while we can still stand each other. Who gets what?"

"You can have the ginger kids; I have dibs on the normal one."

"No fair!" I spotted our room, shoving the card key in and sticking out my tongue in the process.

"Alls fair in love and war…" I immediately trailed off upon seeing our magnificent room. The living room housed a big comfy couch, a fully operating kitchen, a beautiful view, and a big screen TV.

Nero squealed.

"Virg! This is friggen awesome! I can't believe my mom paid for all of this! We're only staying one night!"

I started looking around the giant sweet, noticing our bags were already here.

The bedroom was just as luxurious. Though the first thing I noticed was there were two gigantic queen size beds instead of one. Apparently when Nero's mom said 'have fun' she meant the good wholesome kind.

Just as well, contrary to what I tell all the kids back at school, I've never been past third base. And I sure as hell wouldn't push Nero into anything unless he was ready. Sex actually meant something to me. Nero actually meant something to me. These were not things to be toyed with.

"The mini-fridge is fully stocked!" Nero yelled excitedly as I surveyed the bathroom. We had a nice big shower and a giant tub. Interesting.

"Virgil, lets go check out the beach! Come on, I have so much darn energy right now I gotta do something with it!"

Uh…bad thoughts Virgil, bad thoughts.

"Fine." I grunted. "Lets go to the beach."

Upon arriving at said beach ,Nero was hit on by two preppy girls in bikinis. So before he could answer them and give them a polite 'Nero answer', I pushed my boyfriend up against the nearest wall and all but molested him while they watched.

I quickly stuck my tongue in his mouth and smirked into the kiss as we swapped saliva. Once we broke apart, one of the girls (a redhead) started giggling uncontrollably. Her friend (a brunette) had to usher her away once her nose started bleeding.

Fan girls.

Weird.

"You were totally jealous!" Nero accused, causing me to blush like a girl.

"No…no I wasn't! I just don't like bubbly girls like that; they get on my fuckin nerves!"

"Mhm. And you thought kissing me would tick them off royally?"

"I thought they might be…homophobic."

Nice save.

"Right. It's alright Virgie; you can admit you were jealous. I don't mind. It was pretty hot actually."

"Hotter then Simon Cowl?"

"Way hotter then Simon Cowl. I'm just hurt you'd only kiss me like that when potential boyfriend stealing homophobes are around."

I wrapped an arm around his lithe waist, pulling him as close as humanly possible. I leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"I would kiss you like that every second of every day if I could babe. Trust me, you drive me crazy Nero."

"Promise?"

"I swear."

After all the jealous drama was over and done with, we ended up stumbling upon a man handing out flyers for horse back riding.

I leapt at the idea, insisting we had to go. Riding a horse was always something I wanted to do but never got around to taking the initiative.

Now I was with my boyfriend in beautiful Fortuna and the opportunity was being handed to me on a silver platter. It was too good to pass up.

Of course once we reached the ranch, I found out a new foreign fact about Nero: he was afraid of horses.

I know, I couldn't believe it either.

It actually took some coaxing (and agreeing to ride ponies instead of full grown horses) to actually get him to go. After that, the ride was wonderful and all around worth it.

And when all was said and done Nero admitted he was glad he had gone.

Once we arrived back at the hotel, the two of us were laughing acting like a couple of dopes.

"Did you see that guy in the lobby? He looked totally constipated!"

I started laughing uncontrollably. "You're so right! He looked really unhappy, then again I'd be too if I had a gold digging trophy wife like that bleach blond bitch next to him."

"Seriously. She looked like a Barbie doll."

I nodded with a short laugh, picking through my suitcase for a small shampoo and conditioner bottle. "I think I'm gonna take a hot bath No, my legs are a little sore. I feel like an old man."

I grabbed a fluffy robe so fast that I almost missed the expression on Nero's delicate face as he followed me into the bathroom.

I turned on the bath while looking over at him curiously. "Something wrong?" Immediately my boyfriend's face turned bright red.

"Uh…" His blush only increased as I continued to search his expression for answers. "Well, I was thinking…"

"Yeah?" I questioned, while turning off the water and pulling my shirt off.

"Maybe…we could like…you know…take a bath…together."

Instantly I froze. My brain had gone into titanic mode and I was trying desperately to avoid the ice burg but the wheels weren't turning fast enough.

"I don't want to like…do it or anything. Just a platonic bath. I thought it might be a bit romantic…" Nero slipped his shirt over his head, stilling blushing profoundly. "If you don't want to then that's fine I suppose…"

And that's when my brain burst back into motion.

"No! No, it's okay, I do…it's just unexpected that's all."

With shaky hands I started undoing my belt as Nero did the same.

The whole thing was quite an awkward affair. Once Nero's boxers were gone I didn't know whether I should look or look away.

I mean, it's creepy to stare right? But then again, he is my boyfriend and I think that gives me staring rights. Wait, is he expecting me to stare? What if he thinks I'm insulting him by blatantly looking anywhere but his nether regions? Or what if I look and he's insulted because he'll think that I'm a pervert that's only after sex? He did say this bath was purely platonic right? But what if...

"Relax." Nero whispered. "You look like you're going to blow a gasket."

I took a deep breath before stepping into the tub, sighing as the hot water hit my body. Nero did the same, sliding into a spot against my chest.

"Wash my hair for me." He whispered.

I obeyed of course, drizzling a little shampoo into my hands and rubbing it into his scalp gently. It was silent for awhile. I continued to shampoo and condition his hair, even though the awkward silence was highly uncomfortable.

Once those two actions were finished, Nero finally decided to speak again.

"Virgil?" He whispered as I ran my fingers through his silky hair. I 'hmmed' in response.

"If there was something…wrong with me, hypothetically, what would you do?"

I twirled a random lock of hair through my long fingers, raising an eyebrow quizzically. "Depends on what's wrong I suppose."

"Well…something that just wasn't right. Something serious that would put me in the hospital for awhile."

"I'd come and visit you every single day."

"What if…what if I was a horrible sight to look at?"

"Unless you grew boobs and a vagina, that could never happen. Never."

"I'm serious."

"So am I. Do you own a mirror? You're gorgeous babe, nothing could deter that."

"Sexier then Simon Cowl?" He questioned with an angelic smile.

I leaned down and kissed the tip of his nose.

"That old man has nothing on you."

That night Nero crept into my bed, snuggling with me as close as humanly possible. I wrapped my arms around his small waist and buried my head in his hair.

My last thought before drifting into a deep peaceful sleep was: I think I'm falling for this boy.