Adam sat beside Charlie on his bed, fidgeting with his fingers quietly. A slight sound that could be heard was the picking of skin.

”I like you, Adam. I really do. And—and I swear I’ll try not to mind if you don’t like me back—“ Had been echoing in his brain for a while now, and he finally turned to face Charlie’s tear-stained face.

“Charlie, I don’t understand. I’m confused and I don’t know about this. I don’t know if I feel the same way, I mean..” Adam spoke, some guilt can be heard.