A/N : This story is full of BURNING FEELINGS OF LIKE between two boys. If this makes you uncomfortable, then I would advise that you don't read it.
Please please please  tell me what you think! I want as much feedback as possible, so I can make the next part better!
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The rhythmic beating of his heart was louder than anything he had heard before. Was he sure he wasn't just going through a huge bought of hormones? Or maybe it was because of the time he had spent avoiding his best friend? No...He was sure.

He was in love with Elliot. And he was pretty sure that Elliot was straight.

Sure, Ian had dated other guys before. But for some reason, this torch he held for the boy who had been his friend since kindergarten still burned as brightly as that day in the locker room where he saw him shirtless for the first time. They way his hair just stopped short to the nape of his neck, his perfect, bronzed skin, thin but muscular arms.... Ian wondered what it would be like to be held in those arms.

No. No no no. He was not having fantasies about Elliot in the middle of Algebra class. Ian sat in the back for a reason. He wanted to stay as far away from him as much as possible.

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"Hey, Ian, you ok?"

Elliot was leaning in way to close. Ian couldn't stand it.

"You left me alone again after class! I've missed ya, buddy~" He plopped down on the grass, sandwich in hand. The two always spent their lunches like this; outside, underneath the small tree in front of the picnic tables. They would do it even in the winter, if the vice principal would let them.

Ian looked up from his sheet music and stared.   Elliot has some pretty amazing eyes...all sea green like that...WAIT WHAT.  "Huh?!"

"Jeez Ian, you've been really spacey today. I missed you! Missed you!" He flung an arm around the flustered boy. "What's been going on? You feeling alright? "

No, in fact I've been holding in the urge to pounce on you. "I'm fine." LIES.

"Ok then...Whatcha working on?" Elliot shoved his dark bangs out of the way to get a better look. Ian blushed about how close he was. He should be used to this by now, but he couldn't help but feel his ears burning. "J-just some new music."

"Oh cool! Will you sing this for me sometime? I want to play it!" Elliot grinned, snatching the paper out of Ian's hands. Ian blushed even more. "It's not that good..."

"Are you kidding me? It's awesome! Really really awesome!"

This was how their relationship had been for the longest time. Ian would write music, and Elliot would play it on his guitar. Pretty soon, Ian would gain enough confidence to sing his own songs. But what he didn't want Elliot to know was that every single word he wrote, every note he composed was a confession. Of love.
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Jeez. When was he gonna tell him.

Elliot leaned back on his heels. How the hell would he find a right time to tell Ian that:

1) He was questioning his own orientation.
2)He found Ian really really cute.
3)He kind of wanted in on his pants.


Maybe it was the way Ian's crazy colored hair always flopped in the weirdest angles. Or maybe it was the way his eyes closed and a small smile came over his lips when he sang.  Or maybe even the tight skinny jeans he had been wearing that day. Damn, did he look hot in those pants.

So right now, Elliot was trying to put the moves on his best friend. He knocked on Ian's door, with a guitar case slung across his shoulder, waiting. Tapping his foot, he knocked louder. "Anyone home?"

He was about to knock again, when the door swung open. "Whoa!" Elliot had almost hit Ian in the face.

"Whoops. Sorry buddy. I thought you were never going to answer the door!" Ian tilted his head and gave him a small, bemused smile. He should do that more often... Elliot thought to himself, getting into the house.

"Let's go in my room. My mom's out getting some groceries, and my little sister is taking a nap..."Ian ran a hand through his hair. It was pink this week. It was interesting to see how many colors he went through in a month, but sometimes Elliot wished he could see Ian being a natural blond.

He's still wearing those jeans! Elliot screamed inside his head. He was trying not to stare at Ian's behind as he followed him up the stairs. It wasn't that good looking...Really it wasn't. It was just a butt. But damn those jeans looked good on him.  

Elliot practically threw him self onto Ian's bed, quickly rearranging his limbs into  an upright, and cross legged position. He unzipped his guitar case, and pulled the instrument out, plucking at the strings. Tuning. "I was practicing it before I got here. It sounds amazing."

Ian blushed. God dammit, there he goes again. So cute! "B-but you've only played it like once, and without the words! ...Not that it sounds any different with them....But still!"

Elliot laughed and began to play. "Just sing, Ian!" Ian smiled half in bemusement, and half in wary denial. He sighed, took another deep breath, and began.