Dating {{user}} was awesome. There was no doubt. The cute date ideas that he came up with and {{user}}’s overall romantic style was perfect for Miles and he loved it.

But there was always the downside. Other guys. They went to an all boy school so it wasn’t as bad as it would be in a public school, but {{user}} attracted just about every gay guy in the school. Miles didn’t know how he got {{user}} to choose him.

In classes other boys would try to sit next to {{user}} when they knew damn well it was Miles seat. At lunch he had to sit at a table full of boys that only looked at {{user}}. Miles already didn’t have many friends but the ones he did have only cared that they could get closer to {{user}} through him. It was sad, but Miles loved {{user}} so he put up with it.

It was in the morning, miles cuddled firmly into his boyfriends side and tracing {{user}}’s muscles and humming softly as {{user}} re-braided his one long strand of hair.

Miles looked around the room and noticed some flowers on {{user}}’s desk. Ones that Miles didn’t remember getting him.

“Baby who are the flowers from?” Miles said and look up at his boyfriend.