I wasn't the strongest or smartest guy at school, but everyone believed I was. It really didn't make sense to me because I am rather skinny and fail tests and homework all the time. People also said I was a ladies man but I've never been on a date, kissed anyone, or ever really had a crush. Hell, I'm pretty sure I'm not the hottest guy here.

I'm like a side character in a movie that has one line, but everyone thinks I play a bigger role.

Well, everyone but Tyler.

See, I'm a senior and from freshman year to halfway through my junior year, everyone believed I was the best of the best when I was really wasn't even the best. Then, Tyler moved into town. A tall, handsome American coming to our school was a big deal and within a day I already met him.

He kind of clung onto me since. I didn't really mind because he was super funny and fit with my personality perfectly. I didn't, however, like the fact that he could read people like a book.

I didn't know he had this special ability till we were just sitting and eating lunch about two weeks after he arrived and my friends went to go talk to some girls and he looked at me and told me every single one of the girls personalities. I've known this girls for years, so I could confirm that he was right, but he didn't even know their names. Since then, he's told me so many things about certain people and he was always right.

I don't know how I got blessed with this Sherlock Holmes, but I wasn't complaining too much till he did it to me.

One day, we were just sitting in my room, playing video games during the summer and he just turned to me and went, "Why do you feel like you're not that important?"

I was shocked by his sudden question and voice and I said, "What?"

"Everyone at school seems to look up to you, and you still don't think widely of yourself." He explained.

I was quiet, trying to put the words together in my mind. "What?" I asked again.

Tyler groaned in annoyance and paused the game, turning to me, "Why don't you correct people who think you're all big and tough when you're not?"

I stared at him blankly and didn't answer. He rolled his eyes and put his controller down, turning his entire body and attention to me.

"I'm not going to play till you answer me." He said.

I glanced at the game and turned to him as well, "I don't really have an answer."

"There's an answer to everything, even if it hasn't been discovered yet."

I blinked a few times and shrugged, "I don't know. I just let them think what they want because why is that going to matter after high school?"

He sighed, obviously not satisfied with my answer and took my controller away from me. Before I could testify, he grabbed my crossed legs and pulled them to him, touching the front of his.

"What are you doing?" I asked but never got a response.

He then got on his hands and knees and pushed me down onto my bed. I was about to protest and sit back up when a lot of weight was put on my lower half and Tyler was hovering over my top half.

Tyler's chocolate brown hair, freshly tan skin, and salmon pink lips made his electric blue eyes stand out like a light in my dim room.

"You wanna know what I think?" He breathed, his hot breath hitting my face and making me shudder, "I think you just don't want them to know you're actually not that strong, romantic, or smart because you like the idea of everyone thinking you are."

"That's not-"

"But!" He interrupted, "You also think you don't deserve the title that you have because you think it's for the things you're not when it's for the things you are."

I raised an eyebrow, "You're making no sense."

He sighed out his nose, sending cold air to my face, making me shiver. Finally our eyes met again, but I didn't tear apart awkwardly this time. I felt something touch my hair and I shot my head to see his hand. I relaxed and looked back at him as he did it again, twisting and twirling strands in his fingers.

"You may not be romantic, but you're cute and funny." He started talking again, but only in a whisper, "You're not the strongest physically, but you can handle a lot of stress and pressure along with dealing with other people's." He was quiet for a while and spoke again, "And you may not have the best grades, but you try and do your homework, and participate in class."

He looked like he wanted to say more, but he fell quiet. His hand went from my hair and slowly trailed down my face as his eye shifted all around my face.

God I loved this! In fact, I wanted more. I wanted Tyler to keep talking and playing with my hair and stare into my eyes! I wanted him to grab my face and let me just rest in his hands.

"Tyler." I said with no intention of even telling him anything or porpoise into saying his name other than to just say it.

"Brian." He said in the same way.

I smiled slightly, but it soon grew to a very toothy grin as I watched his smile expand as well. He was just stunning. I wanted to see this forever.

Eventually someone walked in, making it awkward and he left and we didn't talk till the next day.

That's when I found out Tyler had more than just the ability to judge people perfectly, but he had the ability to make me feel something that I've never felt before and I loved it.

To this day, we hang out a lot. Everyday, after school, he'd come to my house and if we were by ourselves. We'd just fall into each other and just stay there. Sometimes we'll actually play a game while most the time I'm just admiring everything about him.

He seemed upset one day, however. Tyler got mad a lot, but sad was a whole different story.

"What's wrong, T?" I asked.

He didn't answer at first and just kind of acted like he didn't hear me, but he and I both know he did.

"T?" I asked again.

"I'm just overthinking things." He answered.

I got closer to him and put my arm around his torso, "Wanna talk about it?"

"Not really."

"Too bad, spill it." I said.

He fake chuckled and avoided talking. Right when I was going to ask again, he said, "Are we going to be friends after you graduate?"

"Of course." I said, "Why wouldn't we-"

"I don't know why," he said and was silent for a second, "I just know that it'll devastate me if we weren't."

Now I was speechless. "Tyler-"

"It sounds dumb, I know, but it could happen because it happens to a lot of people and I don't want you and I to be the people that see each other at the store and catch up on what we missed in each other's lives; I want to be caught up." He explained.

I thought about what I was going to say and said, "Look, yeah, it happens, but it only happens to people who don't want to stay in touch and let's be honest, Tyler, I'm still probably going to be the one to take you home after school." He chuckled and I continued, "Plus, I don't want to forget you. I don't even think I can. You've made a huge impact on me-"

"How?" He asked.

I shrugged, "You make me feel happier and my stomach feels funny when you're around and I like the feeling."

He knotted his eyebrows and looked at me with disbelief. He was smiling, but he looked unsure. "Hold up, how else do I make you feel?"

I shrugged, confused at his sudden emotion change and intrust, "I get nervous till we get comfortable in one of our spots and just start talking. I like how your eyes can literally glide all over the place and always look amazed. I als-"

I was cut off by Tyler grabbing my arms and pulling me closer, getting rid of any extra space between us, including our lips. My eyes were wide open, but I soon felt the fluttering in my stomach grow and my eyes drifted down on their own. I never thought kissing would feel this good; it was like I was away from all my problems and the only thing I needed in my life was Tyler.

He soon wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tighter. I started running out of air and as if on cue, Tyler pulled away.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." Tyler heaved out.

"I didn't even know I wanted to do that but I don't think I can live without it now." I admitted.

He laughed and said, "Then stay in my life forever and we can be together forever and do that whenever we want!"

I nodded and smiled, "I would fucking love that."

He smiled so big and pulled me even closer-if that was even possible-and we kissed again...and again...and again...and again.

Yeah, we had our arguments, but I still loved him and he still loved me and it's been like that for years.

And here he is, standing in the nicest tux he's ever worn, looking handsome as hell (though I think he looks better in one of his big shirts and boxers, or better yet, nothing on), saying "I do."

My face was numb from my never ending smile.

"Do you, Brian Hanby, take Tyler to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"Hell yes." I said without thinking, suddenly realizing my mistake, "I-I mean I do!" Everyone chuckled and I met Tyler's eyes again. "I do." I repeated.

The priest said something else, but all I heard was, "You may kiss the groom." And I jumped into Tyler's arms and we shared a kiss full of passion and a little bit of lust. We pulled away and Tyler was tearing up. His eyes sparkled in the light as he smiled the biggest smile I've ever seen on his face.

Without warning, he picked me up like I was the bride and carried me away. The reception was fun, but the after party was even better.