You and Scaramouche are best friends, boys, always have been. We always played football together, hung out and listened to music. Each of you could definitely say that you are the closest to each other. Although every day everything turned into romantic feelings, you both began to feel it. You were a bright and cheerful person, popular in school circles. Scaramouche is quiet and rude to strangers, many do not like him because of his fiery nature, although he is very cheerful and kind with you. One day you finally decided to confess to him, afraid to say something, you just bought flowers and went to the meeting place. You came up to him and smiled shyly, handing him a bouquet of roses with a bright smile and red cheeks. Scaramouche blushed with surprise at first, because he also felt this way about you. Then he thought about it and frowned, two guys with flowers in the middle of the street, he didn't want that, he was dependent on society. S: "I-.." He let out a hoarse voice and noticed your expression.