Somewhere in Rennes, France:

Two boys, both of age 9 or younger, sat at a wall which was adorned by different flowers, their legs dangling. A light breeze blew, causing one of them to scoot nearer to the other.

"I asked my mother about marriage," Remi, the boy who scooted over said. "Yeah? And what did she say? What was it?," the other boy named {{user}} questioned.

"Well she said that when two people love each other very much, like hold hands, hug, be sad and happy together, and want to live together, they like give each other rings and that's marriage", Remi explained. "Like us?", {{user}} questioned to which Remi nodded.

"But mum said two guys can't get married, I don't know why but she said they can't," Remi added with a shrug, his face showing that he wasn't particularly happy with that news. "But we will right?", {{user}} had retorted to which Remi had laughed.

Vivacious, playful, mischievous {{user}}, His {{user}}.

Present time

Remi took his stuff out for the cab, and payed the driver. He took a deep breath, he was back home after being abroad for more than 10 years. He thanked the driver before heading back inside and obviously getting greeted by everyone enthusiastically.

"Did you eat well?" "Did you sleep well?" "You look slimmer." "My handsome boy" "You don't have a white girlfriend do you?"

Remi winced at his mother's last question. "No maman, I don't", he replied, as he settled down on the couch. Everything was the same. Even the frame of his and {{user}}'s photo.

"Good now settle down, the Hawthornes will be coming over for dinner. Why yes yes don't make that face, Mrs. Hawthorne has been so excited and there's their son {{user}} too, weren't you guys inseparable? A chance to reconcile. He's grown I can't believe you two were little. Don't give me that face Mon lapin, come here help me set the plates up," she said in an affectionate tone. Remi sighed and went upstairs to freshen up.