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Chris had never been so happy in his life. Nor had he ever been this proud of anyone either. Watching Ol grow all these years, develop from his best pal when they were younger, to the teenager that he cared so much about now, and himself growing with him, had been the best thing that happened to…

Oliver paced around his room, running a towel through his still-wet hair. He wanted to make sure his outfit was okay for his date with Chris. OH shit, his date with Chris. This was actually happening. He was actually… He knew he shouldn’t think about it or worry about it…Chris had seen him in pretty much every state since they were kids. He could think of his favorite outings and favorites days and 90% of those involved Chris in some way. Chris made his heart race, his face heat up and his feet trip over themselves. He couldn’t believe it had taken him so long to admit his feelings for Chris: to tell Chris that he cared about him more than a friend….especially since JC told him he had already come out. Hopefully this night would erase the past week’s events from Chris’ mind and Oliver was willing and ready to show him that he was one hundred percent in this…whatever this was. He finally settled on a green and black plaid button up with a skinny black tie and dark jeans with his black Converse. Jogging towards his room, he couldn’t stop the flutter of nerves he felt at spending time with Chris now. He’s still your Chris, he’s still your best friend…it’s the same…but totally different. In an awesome way he skid to a halt in front of Chris’ room, knocking on the door softly, “Chris? Ch-chris you here?”

While he was waiting for Ol, he decided to fiddle on his guitar, running through things that he would play for him later that night. He was having a hard time deciding on the rest, but he knew a specific song that he wanted to play, and sing. He had rarely sang for Ol, so he was sure that he didn’t really remember. It wasn’t something he was exactly the most comfortable with. Playing an instrument was different then singing. With an instrument, you could get better with practice. For singing, you had to be born with it, or at least some small part of it. And Chris had never sang for anyone aside from Ol on those few occasions. He was relieved when he heard the knock on the door that was accompanied by the voice he loved to hear. The voice that only brought him joy. Some how, the short walk from his bed to the door was just enough for both his excitement, but mostly his nervousness, to return him. By the time he was opening the door, his heart was hammering. Once he saw Oliver’s face, he couldn’t help the wide smile that spread on his face from ear to ear. “Hey Ol,” he said before leaning over to hug him tight and kissing him lightly when he pulled back. “Do you want to come inside or just get going? We’re gunna come back after dinner anyway.”

Oliver hugged Chris and kissed him lightly,  ”Consider y-yourself lucky. I n-normally don’t k-kiss on the first date.” he teased, toying with Chris’ shirt collar. He took his hand off Chris’ shirt and shrugged, “I don’t know. I-It’s up t-to you, you know what we’re doing.” Goddamn, his luck. His luck, he couldn’t believe how it all was turning around.And it was all because of this beautiful boy in front of him. Years of friendship lead up to this: Oliver felt like he was in a cheesy romantic comedy with the two leads realizing that they’re more than just friends. “D-Depends though. I’m st-still getting my concert, r-right?” he asked, scuffing his shoes into the floor. He was undeniably nervous…and he knew he should never be. This was Chris…his best friend. They had spent countless hours doing any number of things, Chris had been the one consistency in Oliver’s life and now that Chris was taking on a new role (was he? They’d have to talk about that later…), Oliver felt nervous. Like he was getting to know Chris in a whole new way. Once they took this step, there was no going back. Not that Oliver would ever dream of going back to before, as fantastic as it was. He wasn’t sure he could just handle being Chris’ friend anymore. But this was his night…their night…to figure this out.

Chris chuckled a little, of course he didn’t. “Don’t worry. I consider myself the luckiest guy in the world.” As Oliver answered his question, he walked back inside quickly to grab his wallet, key, and phone, from the bedside table. In a matter of seconds, he was back in the doorway, ready to go. He turned to the side and pointed past him, at his guitar that was still lying on the bed. “Of course you are. You asked so nicely. And I can’t deny you when you ask. I was planning out the program before you got here.” While Oliver was looking past him into the room, Chris took the opportunity to look over the boy. He looked spiffy and matched really well. He wanted to compliment him, but felt awkward. How did one go about this? “You.. um.. you look nice Ol. You were always better at the matching thing then I was.” A month ago, he would have never imagined that this is where he would be. Sure, he had always stayed hopeful that Ol would come back to him one day. But he wouldn’t have thought that he would actually be attending the boarding school that, to him at the time, just seemed like another practical joke. In the time that Ol had come back into his life, the two had come so far, and crossed almost all the lines that there was to be crossed. Chris moved into the hallway, closing the door behind him and locking it before turning to face his best friend again. They were standing close together, their hands bare inches apart. Chris wove his fingers around Ol’s in a protective hold and started to lead the way down the hall and out of the building. “I know you’re going to want to know where we are going, but it’s a surprise. So don’t even bother asking for hints.” 

Oliver rubbed the back of his neck when Chris complimented him, “Um…th-thank you” His hand closed around Chris’ when he grabbed it, a thrill of holding his hand and being close to Chris, something he had never dreamed possible. If this was what being gay was like, then Oliver was all for it. How could anybody think this was wrong? Even just walking down the hallway with their hands connected was the greatest thing ever. Come on…n-not even a hint?” he teased, poking Chris in the side. “Come on.” He teased, whispering it into Chris’ ear, hoping to drive some kind of answer out of him , ”Or i-is this going to e-end up like t-the tme y-you wanted to show m-me New York’s b-best hot dog?” Chris had dragged Oliver all over the city, promising to find New York’s best hotdog. They got lost and ended up on Coney Island…although that did end up pretty awesome. They hung out on Coney Island for the day, riding rides and just being with each other. They left the dorm and began walking down the street, their hands still connected. Oliver rubbed his thumb over Chris’ knuckle, smiling wide “I still c-can’t believe this i-is happening. You. M-me. This.” He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was. 

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W-Who in their right m-mind gave you candy?

No one gave it to me. Like I said. I found it. And I am exceedingly happy about this fact. I do enjoy candy….

I…uh…JC…t-this is the h-happiest I can r-remember being…e-ever. Well…ex-except for the n-night I visited Chris in New York wh-when I went with Lila. But…ah. Now I un-understand how y-you feel all the time. H-How do you n-not explode fr-from just…I don’t know…happy?

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Chris had never been so happy in his life. Nor had he ever been this proud of anyone either. Watching Ol grow all these years, develop from his best pal when they were younger, to the teenager that he cared so much about now, and himself growing with him, had been the best thing that happened to…

Oliver paced around his room, running a towel through his still-wet hair. He wanted to make sure his outfit was okay for his date with Chris. OH shit, his date with Chris. This was actually happening. He was actually… He knew he shouldn’t think about it or worry about it…Chris had seen him in pretty much every state since they were kids. He could think of his favorite outings and favorites days and 90% of those involved Chris in some way. Chris made his heart race, his face heat up and his feet trip over themselves. He couldn’t believe it had taken him so long to admit his feelings for Chris: to tell Chris that he cared about him more than a friend….especially since JC told him he had already come out. Hopefully this night would erase the past week’s events from Chris’ mind and Oliver was willing and ready to show him that he was one hundred percent in this…whatever this was. He finally settled on a green and black plaid button up with a skinny black tie and dark jeans with his black Converse. Jogging towards his room, he couldn’t stop the flutter of nerves he felt at spending time with Chris now. He’s still your Chris, he’s still your best friend…it’s the same…but totally different. In an awesome way he skid to a halt in front of Chris’ room, knocking on the door softly, “Chris? Ch-chris you here?”

While he was waiting for Ol, he decided to fiddle on his guitar, running through things that he would play for him later that night. He was having a hard time deciding on the rest, but he knew a specific song that he wanted to play, and sing. He had rarely sang for Ol, so he was sure that he didn’t really remember. It wasn’t something he was exactly the most comfortable with. Playing an instrument was different then singing. With an instrument, you could get better with practice. For singing, you had to be born with it, or at least some small part of it. And Chris had never sang for anyone aside from Ol on those few occasions. He was relieved when he heard the knock on the door that was accompanied by the voice he loved to hear. The voice that only brought him joy. Some how, the short walk from his bed to the door was just enough for both his excitement, but mostly his nervousness, to return him. By the time he was opening the door, his heart was hammering. Once he saw Oliver’s face, he couldn’t help the wide smile that spread on his face from ear to ear. “Hey Ol,” he said before leaning over to hug him tight and kissing him lightly when he pulled back. “Do you want to come inside or just get going? We’re gunna come back after dinner anyway.”

Oliver hugged Chris and kissed him lightly,  ”Consider y-yourself lucky. I n-normally don’t k-kiss on the first date.” he teased, toying with Chris’ shirt collar. He took his hand off Chris’ shirt and shrugged, “I don’t know. I-It’s up t-to you, you know what we’re doing.” Goddamn, his luck. His luck, he couldn’t believe how it all was turning around.And it was all because of this beautiful boy in front of him. Years of friendship lead up to this: Oliver felt like he was in a cheesy romantic comedy with the two leads realizing that they’re more than just friends. “D-Depends though. I’m st-still getting my concert, r-right?” he asked, scuffing his shoes into the floor. He was undeniably nervous…and he knew he should never be. This was Chris…his best friend. They had spent countless hours doing any number of things, Chris had been the one consistency in Oliver’s life and now that Chris was taking on a new role (was he? They’d have to talk about that later…), Oliver felt nervous. Like he was getting to know Chris in a whole new way. Once they took this step, there was no going back. Not that Oliver would ever dream of going back to before, as fantastic as it was. He wasn’t sure he could just handle being Chris’ friend anymore. But this was his night…their night…to figure this out.