𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 [𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚈&𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙻𝚈𝙽]

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ANDY'S POV                                                               
I hear the alarm go off, a sign that it's 9 am and it's time to get up and get ready for an intense workout in the gym. For those wondering, I have a serious problem with my body and height. I am about 165cm tall and it always seems to me that I am not taken seriously and plus as if that were not enough my body and covered in a layer of fat, which is why I hate being seen shirtless in public and I always wear shirts and very loose sweatshirts.

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I'm really tired! I did two and a half hours of aerobics and half an hour of weights, I think I'm going to go home and take a nice refreshing shower and then throw myself on the bed and get some sleep before going to the movies with Rye. You got it right! Today I'm going to the cinema with him, I must admit I'm slightly nervous, even if I don't understand why.

I've been home for five minutes and I would like to eat two whole pizzas from the hunger that I have but I think I will just eat something light, I certainly don't work hard and then eliminate all my results.

RYAN'S POV                                                             
It is 2 pm and this means that there are 2 hours left before the time that Andy and I set to go see the movie. I'm very excited and can't wait to see him again and get lost in his ocean eyes again.

I decide to get ready and go for a long hot shower, I shave and out of the shower, after twenty minutes, I decide to read the messages until I see one of Andy.

"Hi! I hope not to bother you, since we haven't chosen which movie to watch yet, would you like to see Love, Simon? I've read the plot and it looks very good. Let me know."

"Sure Andy! I read the plot too... I think it's a great film!"

As soon as I read the title of the movie my eyes widened like never before, I know what that film is about, about Simon who lived in fear of revealing his homosexuality. But why Andy chose a movie like this, not that I'm complaining, it's just that I feel there is something more underneath.

I look inside the closet for something to put on and suddenly all the beautiful clothes I have seem so ugly. I opt for a simple black ripped jeans and a slightly loose white sweatshirt. There are still 20 minutes before departure. 

At the exact moment I'm closing the front door I get a call from Andy...