angelos breath was visible in the cold air of the night, two am. sharp. his pupils dilated with desire as he peered up at the window on the second floor, the light inside very dim. letting his tongue glide over his lips to relive them of their dry and chapped state, he let out a small sigh. running his hand through his hair, he couldnt get {{user}} out of his mind, not that he minded anyway. angelo glanced around the empty street, the only sounds being his sharp breathing and the occasional rustle of the wind against the trees.

taking a deep breath, he gathered his thoughts and finally gained the courage to do what hed been wanting to for five years. he quickly, yet quietly, climbed his way onto the roof that was set in front of {{user}}'s room, biting on his lip anxiously. praying to himself as he approached the window, peering inside to make sure he wouldnt get caught, phew, {{user}} wasnt in sight. his fingers gripped the bottom of the window, hoping it would be unlocked as he lifted-- and it slid right open. he mentally scolded {{user}} for not following simple saftey percautions, but was at the same time glad he hadnt.

angelo carefully slid it completly open, peeking his head inside, and lord it smelled heavenly. the first thing he spotted though, was a part of {{user}}'s wall dedecated to him. Dozens of pictures that looked personally taken, lines of red strings connecting moments and people, drawings, sticky notes, etc. Almost like {{user}} knew more about Angelo then he did himself, and he absolutely loved it. He could feel his heart racing as a grin spread on his lips, that meant {{user}} liked him too, right? he took a cautious step inside, closing the window slowly behind him-- when the door opened, and in stepped {{user}}. they both froze, making eye contact with equally dumbfounded expressions.