A/n:both POV's finally! It isn't sad at all, maybe heartwarming..*when you don't know wth is feelings* recommend to read, 'this song gives me life', where I got the idea of this story. But more happier and such.

* Evan's POV*
I love nightly walks through the quite neighborhood. The cool summertime breeze of the night blew through my hair as I admired the sky full of shining stars and hopes.
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I walked in the calming night, to hear pounding, muffled music from a distance.

"Hey! Evan!"

I looked at the out-lining of a person, waving in the darkness with dismay. I stayed put, worried if I run.

As the figure came closer and I finally made out the details on his face, I let go of my breath that I didn't remember holding on to.

"Ja-Jared?"

I squinted to see him have a grin on his face.

"Come on! There is a secret party underground!"

My stomach turned. Imagining bodies close to each other, loud noises, and strangers talking to you; intoxicated or not. All the things that seemed to trigger panic attacks to me.

But also made me more curious.
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With a few comments from Jared and a few self-talks, I began to walk slowly. The darkness began to eat us, making it hard to see barely anything.

I whimpered as I didn't know what lurked in the corners or darkness. Jared grabbed my hand and mumbled something inappropriate and rude.

Something moved in the pitch darkness. I jumped back in fear and the tighter my grip was on Jared's hand.

"Sky falls." Jared said calm and collected to the shifting in the darkness, there and then, a tiny crack of light hit my eyes, making me wince.
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As we walked near the bar, hand in hand still, Jared finally let go.

"Go somewhere tree boy and enjoy yourself. I got you in, shoo." He said in a snobby way.

I took it as a warning sign and turned my back towards him.

I wiped my hands on my blue Polo shirt before walking against the currant of the sea of people.

Did I just make a mistake?

Maybe the biggest one yet.

I had a bit of panic flow in my blood streams, mind racing against speed of light it seemed.

I wanted to leave.

*Connor's POV*
Adrenaline flooded through every bone in my body as I played my part of making people's nights. Every song has been replayed Everytime I ever was DJ-ing, but it doesn't bother me.

Just the feeling of not being alone in a certain way, makes my rainy days seem better.

My house is a nightmare sometimes, so when it is, I come here, to the Underground Pound Club.

I get well paid, hoping that saving up will help me get out of my fucking nightmare of a family.
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When I switched to another song, I got to catch a glimpse out of the wonders of people, in love, lust, or...panic?

I saw a guy pushing through, as if there is no air. I felt a ping of guilt as he seemed to not find his way out.

As I checked the time I had to receive the guy before a meltdown happened. I began to ran down the creaking stairs that I only knew that creaked because I stay afterwards.

I felt pressure inside me, a worry for the guy, that I didn't even know his face, only his out of style clothing for the club.
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*Evan POV*

I was worried and frighten. Nobody had help or tried in any shape or form.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped back from it.

"Jared?" I said in hope.

"Uh..no..uhm, follow me, I just feel bad."

Right then and there. I was saved and pulled by a random stranger.

I kinda feared for my life but it was better than nothing.
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*Connor's POV*

I finally pulled the guy just in time to change the song.

I turned around again to see him sobbing uncontrollably.
I kneeled down to the the rugged floor of the DJ booth, trying to calm him down
"I-i-m sorry....uh....I made a stupid mistak-e... Curiosity k-killed the-e stupid..cat, like i-it almost k-illed me." He said in stutters.

His scattered words made him seemed more cute than he is.

(And now Connor is helpless~ ..look into his eyes and the SkY'S the L- okay back to the story)

My faced burned a bit, making me turn away.

I chuckled.

"Hey, you could be doin' worse."
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*Evan's POV*

Our conversation went smoothly, as I calmed down.

He had showed me how some controls worked and me and him enjoyed people dancing.

We got to know each other about our lives and such.

I think thinks sometimes can become beautiful out of broken things.
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*Connor's POV*

As the night has sadly ended, and I just hung on to the minutes I had of seeing him.

"Hey, want a drink? I should have asked you earlier."

I cursed myself in my head, not thinking well at the moments.

"Uh, yeah, no, y-es please. Uhm water, I don't drink, well I do we need to drink to survive, but in a sense of way of g-getting wasted, I should stop r-rambling." He begin to nervously laugh.

I gave him a smile before I ran off and got us both water. I usually drink beer at the end of the night, but I wanted to look more presentable.
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*Evan's POV*

As I drank the water, making sure no one (like a bartender) had accidentally put anything in it.

It was fine.

I felt happier at the end of the night. Even though Jared had left without me, not that it bothered me. He would've made fun of me for finding my first crush.

" Wanna dance Evan? We have about ten minutes intill we really have to go. You don't have to, if you don't want to.."

I smiled faintly.

"Y-y-yeah."

I put my cup on the stair I was sitting on and walking down the few to be at the base as Connor walked past me to play some music.

It was more slower music and it was lowered a bit, since there was an echo.

"I n-never danced b-before." I said, afraid he'll laugh, but he didn't.

He grabbed one of my hands and his other hand on my waist. I wrapped the only opened hand I had and wrapped it around his neck.

A spasm of laughter filled my chest. I felt silly dancing like this, but I don't want to worry him. I still felt like I was on cloud nine.
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*Connor POV*

Was it okay to feel like your stomach is doing jumping jacks in your stomach when you are around someone you seem to like?

It never happen to me before intill tonight. I had crushes before, but no one made me feel like this. I never felt like I should treat myself better or try to make more good decisions, like he will leave me if I don't...

Should I kiss him?

Would it be wrong?
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*Evan's POV*
I felt fireworks and magic in the air as I got my first kiss. I wished it never ended. Intil...

"Ahem."

I let go of Connor, embarrassed.

"Time to go" says a security guard in all black.

We both nodded before looking at each other for a second.

"S-say you'll b-be mine." I blurted out in moments slipping away.

He smiled warningly.

It seemed like a new beginning was going to happen.
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*Years later*
*Connor's POV*

At the age of twenty seven with a person I fell in love with over an accidental event with an adopted child, I never felt great.

I moved away for the better. For my husband and I.

We been through hell and back, discrimination, family belief's, but we are still here. How I am grateful to have that man in my life.
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*Evan's POV*

I couldn't see my life without him. Mom said I was naive. But I wasn't. I followed my heart it seemed..
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"Michael! School!" I yelled up the stairs to my son.
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My future has yet to unfold in any form yet.

Mistakes are beautiful sometimes.