After Myles and I fumbled around trying to find his keys and unlock the door to his room. He led me through his doorway to his quite simple empty room. It was strange, does he not have many personal belongings? Or does he just not pack his whole room when leaving to go to school? Myles made his way to his bed and sat with a slouch; his head hung low once more.

"Hey Myles, its ok. You’re gonna be ok. I don't know how you’re feeling right now or how long you've been forced to live like this but trust me when I say this, I am not going to leave you just because you like dudes, alright? It doesn't change who you are, like you were like most 'normal' guys when we first met, and you still are. Except now I know you’re a million times nicer and actually give a fuck how people feel". I do my best to approach Myles and I eventually take the spot next to him.

"Why would you do this? Why would you throw away any chance of popularity and good grades just so you can sit here and listen to my fucked-up years here?" Myles lifted his hands to his face; he took of his glasses and sat the on his side table then rested his elbows on his knees and his tears start flowing again.

"Because Myles, just... because. Like I said you’re the only one I want to talk to here, I truly don't care about some stupid dickhead’s opinions. You’re a good person and that's what I look for when finding friends." I put my hand on Myles's shoulder to show him just how serious I am about this.

"I know we haven't known each other long but you I promise that I'll stick by your side through the next few years. I'll always have your back no matter what. Do you... want a hug? I don't really know what to do in these situations so I'm sor-" I was cut off by a pair of arms flinging around my neck an unknown force within me grabbing Myles around the back and stroking up and down doing what I think will work for comforting him.

"You’re a fucking good person you know that right?" Myles sobbed into the shoulder which caused me to hold him tighter than before to make him feel safe and not as lonely as he was before.

"I do now." I chuckled back as I felt Myles start to calm down, his breathing starting to return to usual and he seemed to have stopped crying. he slowly but surely loosened his grip around my neck and sat back down onto his mattress. Without even thinking my hand was on Myles's cheek wiping away the tear streaks that has made their way down his beautiful face, and my thoughts happen to turn into words that fall out my mouth before I could close it.

"Look at you, you'll ruin your handsome face if-" Oh shit! That wasn't supposed to happen it just slipped out! Myles looked confused but also amused as my face started to burn red.

"You think I have a handsome face? Well thank you, I've never been told I'm handsome before." he lightly chuckled wiping his eyes himself this time.

"Shit I'm sorry it's just a habit when I see someone cry, and um... Yeah... You’re really handsome... So, stop crying otherwise your face will be all puffy and red." I try to recover my fuck up with a bit of confidence that does the trick cause Myles was starting to turn back into the kind, friendly person he was earlier that day.

His smile made my heart melt.