"Virgil?" Nero whispered.

"Hm?"

"Where do you think we go when we die?" I looked up at the dark ceiling as the sounds pitter pattering from the rain could be heard all around us.

The air in the room smelled clean and refreshing, sending Goosebumps all over our naked skin as I hugged Nero closer to my chest.

"What kind of question is that?" I asked partly irritated. I didn't want to ruin the mood by talking about something as stupid (and inevitable) as death.

"A valid one."

"Well my opinion doesn't exactly count, me and the big guy up stairs haven't really been on speaking terms since I was a little runt."

"I'm not asking you to feed me some media scam about big fluffy white clouds and angel wings, I'm asking for your honest opinion."

My right arm unconsciously drew lazy circles on Nero's pale bruised back.

I considered his question for a moment.

I guess we all had a different vision for what heaven would be like. Some guys would say a place with never ending booze and hot chicks or something stupid like all the food you can eat. I may have been ones of those guys once (minus the hot chicks part) but now…now Nero has made me into the guy that I was always meant to be.

"I think after you die…you go to this happy place within your self. Like your dreaming but…everything is real and you can never be unhappy. I think it's different for everyone though because we all have a different definitions of happiness."

Nero smiled goofily, scrunching his face together and giving me a peck on the lips.

"My happy place, my heaven," He whispered. "Would be in a big blue house in sunny California with a white picket fence. The house would be so close to the sea that you could smell it all around you like an intoxicating cologne that'd never go away. Kids would be laughing and playing down the block and everybody would be happy. And you'd be there of course and I'd still be comparing you to Simon Cowl every morning and you'd still be a closet romantic. We'd be happy together, every hour of every day of every week. You'd help me plant a few lemon trees in the front yard because I used to have one when I was a kid and every day we'd make fresh lemonade and share it with the neighbors and everything would be wonderful. Everything would be perfect. You wanna know why?"

"Why?" I croaked.

"Because in my heaven the word 'cancer' wouldn't exist. It'd be nothing. Gone."

I kissed his forehead just as a roll of thunder could be heard outside.

I could picture it now, the story Nero had told, not just as a fantasy world but as a future. I could see the beautiful house by the sea. I could see our lives together, me waking up everyday next Nero, loving him even more then the day before. Him writing little notes of 'I love yous' and 'thanks yous.' He'd be off saving the world by making everything eco-friendly and I'd stay home to write novels and take care of the eventual adoptive kids. I could see us having two girls and a boy, each one of them getting into trouble and becoming a handful.

I'd be the strict but loveable one and Nero would be the lenient fun one. We'd work well as a family, always bickering but ultimately loving each other despite all the cracks and flaws.

We'd tell our kids that anything was possible, that anything could be accomplished and we'd be the first parents to love their kids for who they are and not despise them for what they aren't.

So they'd grow up and do things most kids never had the nerve to do, invent things, become novelists or artists, start families and be happy.

Then me and Nero would all the while watch and smile and grow old together and everything would be fantastic because he'd be by my side.

I smiled, blinking back girly tears.

"Virgil?" Nero whispered once more.

"Yeah?" I squeaked.

"Whats your definition of heaven?"

I didn't even have to think about it. The answer was painfully clear.

"Any place where you're at. That's my definition of heaven."

And never has there been truer words.

Is it bad that I was crying while writing this?