"The Book of Love" by Peter Gabriel
Baljeet and Buford were completely different people, they had different lives, different taste in entertainment, different taste in fashion, different jobs, and different taste in music. The only thing they had in common was that they had a deseperate undying need to be around each other.
Buford hated to do any school work, but if there was anyone he could call to help him study it was Baljeet. Unlike Buford, Baljeet loved to study. The two teenagers would sit down in Buford's living room for hours while Baljeet would try to help Buford understand the simplest of equations. Buford especially hated reading, so Baljeet would always have to do all the reading for him. That was one part of their studding sessions that Buford didn't mind. Buford loved it when Baljeet read to him even if he didn't understand a single thing he was saying. For some strange reason Buford found the smaller male's voice to be extremely soothing. Baljeet could literally read him anything and Buford would be happy.
Another thing Buford hated was sappy love songs. Whenever the boys would ride together in Buford's car, Baljeet always took control of the radio and would play nothing but cheesy poppy romantic music. At first Buford couldn't stand it. He would moan and whine like a 3 year old and bang his head on the dash board in frustration. But as they got further into their relationship, Buford didn't seem to mind the sappy love songs as much. As a matter of fact he actually started to enjoy them. As he listened to the lyrics of each song, they all reminded him of his feeling for Baljeet. Buford found it especially adorable when Baljeet would sing along with the radio. In some ways Buford felt like Baljeet was singing to him.
One day the two boys were driving to school together and Baljeet was singing to the song "Truly Madly Deeply" by Sacage Garden. Buford listed intently to his Boyfriend sing in his distinct Indian accent " 'I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish, I'll be your fantasy' Oh...Um… Sorry." Baljeet said as he suddenly stopped singing and looked at Buford. "I know that you hate that song."
Buford grinned a bit. He didn't want to admit that he was actually enjoying it. "Ah…It ain't so bad." Buford said well shrugging his shoulders.
The thing that Buford hated the most was getting and giving stupid gifts. He dreaded every Christmas, Birthday, Wedding, Baby shower, or any other gift giving occasion. He hated wasting his money on buying people things they weren't even going to use and he hated getting gifts that he had to pretend to like. One Valentine's Day Buford bought Baljeet a simple heart shaped box of chocolates and Baljeet bought him flowers. That night Buford realized that he loved getting gifts from Baljeet, because Buford knew that Baljeet didn't buy him gifts because he felt that he had to, but because he really wanted to.
In the end. No matter how different they were and no matter how many things Buford hated, when Baljeet was around him all of those thing suddenly didn't seem so bad.