"He is something else A kind soul like his Making differences. But I'm nothing else Than a troublesome lad, I'll never get anyone like this. Please let me be something, Please let me be anything Before I go mad." I sang the beginning of the song I wrote yesterday on top of my head. "I'm sorry, now I sang it, I realise it ain't as good as I thought..." I said, for the least disappointed. "Wait, it ain't that bad, y'know!" said the younger boy, before adding "I'm curious about the one you thought about whilst writing that one, y'know?" I can't tell him, poor boy... suddenly frightened, I ran away from his flat. Little did I know at this moment, I had forgotten something that would change everything. Curiosity is strong, and with what I did, I could be sure that the sweet lad would be curious. *************** A love story between boys, starting in the late 1950s-what could go wrong? Everything. Warnings: -I'm not from the UK, so inaccuracies can happen; -I'm french, so errors can be found; -Gay story, so homophobic can leave that book; -No smut, I don't like it; -I own nothing, except when mentioned; -I will change some of the events that occurred for the benefits of the story, so I am aware.