Johnny and I continued to sit in the tree. His arm was around around me, holding me closer to him. I felt warm and fuzzy inside, almost as if my insides were burning up from lov-

You're not in love with him! I yelled to myself. This is just a little crush! It'll pass soon enough! He's your best friend!

"Are you okay, bambino?" Johnny asked, taking me out of my thoughts. 

I looked into his warm, chocolate colored eyes. I was immediately enticed by them.

"I'm alright, Johnnycakes. Just a little tired," I fibbed. He simply nodded, and then kissed my cheek.

Technically speaking, I wasn't lying to him. I was tired. I was tired of not knowing what my feelings for Johnny meant. I knew that we could never be anything, because we were both boys. Being queer was wrong. We could never be boyfriends. 

I wanted to be everything to him, but I was probably nothing. 

He was my everything, though. I could feel it in my heart. 

Johnny nudged me. 

"Look at the tramonto," he stated, looking out at the sky. I followed his gaze. 

In front of us, the sun was setting. The sky was pink and yellow and orange, all blending into each other. The mist was a gorgeous silver color, and the clouds softened the appearance of the sky. 

"It's beautiful," I said in awe. I heard Johnny chuckle, and then pull me closer. 

"Maybe it is, but you are the most bellismo," he whispered in my ear. 

I felt my cheeks go bright pink. 

"No, you are the most beautiful," I replied. 

I looked at Johnny. 

He gave me a deep, meaningful kiss. 

-

Johnny and I were back in his car, going home. An Elvis song was playing on the radio, and I quietly sang along. 

"Wise men say only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay
Would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you
For I can't help falling in love with you."

I felt Johnny's gaze on me.

"What?" I mumbled, feeling a bit self conscious. I already knew that I had an ugly voice. 

"What canzone was that?" he asked. My hands began to fidget. 

"It was Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis," I replied, a bit scared. I gulped. 

"Non posso fare a meno di innamorarsi," said Johnny. I gave him an odd look. The whole sentence was in Italian.

"What does that mean?" I questioned. Johnny shook his head, and turned red. 

"Don't worry about it. You have a bello voice, though," he stated, changing the subject. 

I wanted to know what he said, but I couldn't help but smile. 

We continued to drive in silence, except for the radio, which continued to play throughout the drive.  

-

Johnny picked me up, and threw me onto his bed with a giggle. He was wearing no shirt, and his boxers. I couldn't help but stare and turn red. 

"You piace what you see?" he asked with a wink. I felt myself turn even redder than before. 

"I do," I replied, truthfully. He smiled a beautiful grin. 

Johnny sat on the bed, right next to me. He grabbed my hand, and then kissed it. 

"Well, I always amore when I see you," he stated. He looked shy and bashful, almost like a little kid. 

Instead of replying, I just smiled. 

"I really want to sleep next to you," he mumbled. I giggled at his pronunciation, but decided not to say anything. 

"Then, I'll stay," I whispered in his ear. 

We both went under the covers, covering ourselves completely. 

Before I knew it, I felt his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. 

He placed a small kiss on my neck. 

"Buona notte, mio ​​futuro fidanzato," he whispered. 

I didn't know what he said, because I had started to fall asleep..

...It probably wasn't important, anyways.