Liam's Pov

My name is Liam Santiago and I'm 22 years old. If you were to ask me, I'd say I have a pretty good life.

I'm still in college, working on getting my masters, in order to become a full teacher.

I love helping kids learn and help them achieve something in life, remind them that getting an education is important, remind them to never slack off.

However, it wasn't easy for me, at first.

My parents died when I was 15 years old, after their death I was taken in by Jack and his family.

Jack is my best friend, practically my brother, ever since we were little. Our parents were best friends so naturally it makes sense for us to become best friends too.

I consider Jack to be more of my brother than just my best friend.

Jack has always been by my side, always making sure I'm safe, always making me laugh whenever I feel down.

He comforted me and helped me move on after my parents died.

He also taught me how to fight so I can defend myself if I'm ever in a nasty situation.

My dad and Jack's dad were professional fighters. 

My dad retired after marrying my mom. However, Jack's dad kept going until he retired after his wife, Jack's mom, gave birth to Jack.

After my parents died they took me in.

Jack's parents promised mine that they would look after me if anything were to ever happen to them. And they fulfilled that promise after their death.

Living with Jack and his family was a little hard, mainly because I missed my old home, but I slowly became comfortable with it.

Jack and I shared a room together and we were more than happy about it because, well, we're best friends for a reason.

Jack's parents were amazing. They treated me like their own.

Yes, they were still strict on a few things, especially Jack's mom, but they were still loving and supportive.

Even when I came out as gay, they were nothing but loving and supportive.

But I should've known they would've been supportive.

After all, Jack told me how relieved he was when he told his parents he was bisexual.

However, there is one thing that Jack doesn't like, but I absolutely love it.

I'm obsessed with BL!

How can I not be obsessed with it?!

The hot main couples, the drama, the angst, the suspense and the humor.

It's all just amazing.

I've watched so many BL series I just binge watch the same thing over and over again when there isn't anything else to watch.

But, if you were to ask me what my favorite series is, without any hesitation, I'll say KinnPorsche.

When I watched the first episode of KinnPorsche, I was immediately hooked and binged watched the entire episodes.

The actors that played the characters did a fantastic job.

If you ask me who my favorite character is, I'll tell you that it's everyone.

Well, not including Korn and Gun.

They're both bad parents.

Gun is an abusive bastard and Korn is a manipulative bastard.

And well, Ken isn't necessarily my favorite either, mainly because he's the traitor.

Oh, and don't forget Tawan.

That bastard who framed Porsche and kidnapped Chay.

And lastly, Arthee, the stupid gambling uncle. Always dragging Porsche and Chay into his problems.

Aside from them, everyone else, they're all my favorites.

However, I really wish that the story had changed, changed into something better and maybe less traumatic.

There were some scenes in the show that I wanted nothing more than to change.

I feel that all the characters suffered when they deserved nothing but happiness and love.

Sometimes, whenever I lay in bed, I stare up at the ceiling and wish to be inside the series.

I don't care what my role would be. I just want to be inside the series so I can meet the characters.

I want to be inside the series and help them as best as I can.

I want to be inside the series and change everything for the better, give the characters the happy ending they deserve.

Unfortunately, that'll never happen.

Everytime I wake up, I hoped to be inside the series, but I just wake up in my bedroom.

As much as I want to be inside the series...I just can't.

We all know that's not possible...

Wishes don't come true...

Or, so I thought...