They were childhood friends. Since the very beginning, John always remembered that if anything happens, there's Roger to talk. No, not to talk, but to forget about the things that worried him before, to laugh as if they don't fear tomorrow, and to listen to the blonde's soft voice murmuring to his ears. Almost every day, they would climb the big tree in John's backyard, and sit there untill Mrs. Deacon will call them to come down for dinner.
But at one moment, all summers will come to and end.
And this was the end to John's and Roger's last summer.
Or wasn't it?
A knock came to John's window. No reply. Another one.
The boy stood up from his bed, half asleep, still trying to figure out whether the knocks are real or not.
Knock-knock-knock.
Oh yes, those aren't imaginary.
Rubbing his eyes, Deacon opened the window and saw a familiar blonde, blue-eyed face, casually grinning at the boy.
- Roger Meddows Taylor, - he sighed as he whispered angrily - in my window, three o' clock in the night, what the fuck?
- John Richard Deacon, the blonde mockingly responded - stop being a bitch, it took me so long to get to here, just follow me please.
Taylor held out his hand and smiled.
- Trust me.
- I always do.
John squeezed his palm and went out the window. Bare feet touching the cold metallic rooftop.
He looked at his friend and smiled, even though he was so mad at him a couple of seconds ago. Taylor's smile would brighten the boy's life day by day.
Roger slowly stepped on the tree branch and sat on it, leaning to the big trunk. John followed him and soon sat with his own little sunshine, putting his head on Roger's shoulder.
- Psst, Deaky - the blonde whispered
- Huh?
- Are you really wearing a pajama with bunnies? - the boy started laughing, covering his mouth with his hand.
John smiled, and laughed too.
- Why would you bring me here? Haven't we been to here like yesterday? And why wouldn't you use the door, Mr. Taylor, why at this time? - John kept on asking.
- I wanted to show you something, stop talking or you'll miss it.
- Fine - John smiled as he sighed and placed his head more comfortably on the boy's shoulder.
- Look, now! - Roger exclaimed.
The sun was rising over the horizon, colouring the sky with a purple, blue, pink, and red gradient. And the clouds, oh well, the clouds looked like the ones in Disney movies, so fluffy and light at the same time. The early morning birds were singing, and the air was so fresh.
-Woah - John said as he kept admiring the sunrise.
The performance soon ended, lightning the day with hot, burning sun, the one that can only be seen in July.
- How was that? - Roger asked.
- That's amazing - the brunet gasped - really.
Roger smiled as he looked at John, and laughed.
- We sit here, just like two gays - he chuckled.
- Anything you don't like about that?
- Oh, well..
John felt something soft and wet on his lips. It took him a while to understand what just happened.
- Now we sit here, two real gays - Roger smiled.
- Yes, and I agree with that - John nodded.
The young men laughed and then looked at each other.
- Will you ever leave me, Johnny? - the blonde whispered.
- No, no, never.
There was no reply, but Deacon knew that his words were heard.
John would never sing, never. He just didn't like his voice at all. But now, the boy closed his eyes, and quietly, almost whispering, began:
Thought I'd been in love before
But in my heart, I wanted more
Seems like all I really was doing
Was waiting for you
Roger turned his face to his love and smiled, as he continued:
Don't need to be alone
Don't need to be alone
It's real love, it's real.
It's real love, it's real.
