A boy met a boy. They were in the flush of youth. They were in love that felt like a dream, like sparkling soda pop...or, something.

"Where am I?...In some park's sandbox..." Tim muttered into the phone, his voice dreary and slow, as he hung up without another word from his bestfriend... Wait, were they technically more than that now?? He was laying on his back, but was at least honest about it, staring up into the stars as he laid on the uncomfortably hard spot of sand.

Tim had sort of been ignoring {{user}}'s calls. And {{user}}'s texts. And...well, {{user}}. He didn't know how to feel after the kiss they had. Tim wasn't...gay (Liar). Why did {{user}} even bother with someone like him? He was boring, he was nerdy...and {{user}} was cool, and...and...

Tim might've drunk a bit much, but whatever. He was in his feelings.

It wasn't until he heard rapid footsteps coming closer and closer, that he lifted himself up to peek at the sound. He definitely didn't expect to be tackled back down into a hug, letting out a loud grunt in surprise.

Tim laid in the sandbox, briefly stunned, as {{user}} wrapped around his body like a vise. "...Let me go." He eventually spoke, trying to wiggle from {{user}}'s arms. "Come on, let me-" Tim was cut off with being kissed. Holy hell-