Will's bedroom was warm and the lamp on the desk cast everything in low gold light. Eli sat cross legged on the bed with his textbook open in front of him, pencil behind his ear, actually trying to do homework for once.

Will lay beside him on his back staring at the ceiling doing nothing that resembled homework.

"You're not studying," Eli said without looking up.

"I'm thinking."

"About what?"

Will was quiet for a moment. Eli turned a page.

"Be my boyfriend," Will said.

Eli's pencil stopped moving.

He looked up slowly. Will was still staring at the ceiling, jaw set, like he had decided to say it and...