"I’m happy to hear that. I want to make you smile an shit too." Alek’s grin widened at the sight of Eli’s blush. "I love you a lot and I want you to be happy, kay? Even if that means squeezing my hand on the field or in the hallway." He laughed, shaking his head. Eli was sweet, warm and loving. He was like a breath of fresh air for Alek, to be able to be loving someone without expectations of so much to return, loving someone without having to worry about heartbreak. "I’ll forgive you in advance. If you promise a get well kiss for every broken finger." He wiggled his fingers in the air before picking up a tube of red face paint. "If you say so, солнечный свет. Nothing quite like a pep rally without someone having a dick on their face."
"I love you too." An immediate answer, confident. In fact, there was nothing Eli was more sure of than his love for Alek. His sunshine. "I am happy. Happier than I've been in a long time. I mean, a month ago I thought I was happy. I thought my life was great. I had money and friends and drugs, and that was all I needed. But looking back...that's so empty. And you --" He paused. Oh god, no tears. Please, no tears. He continued, his voice shakier than normal. "You make me happy, okay?" Eli laughed softly, Alek was so adorable sometimes. All the time. "C'mere, I'll draw a dick on your face, then, Querido. I mean, you'd still look incredible, so."










