Tango's Perspective-

Tango curled up into a ball in his bed and started crying.

About an hour later, there was a knock on the front door.

Tango put on his headphones and started blasting music.

His heart was broken.

He doesn't even fucking remember kissing me because he never fucking cared, and he was just fucking sick I should've known-

He was cut off by his aunt tapping his shoulder.

"I can hear the music through the headphones, you might wanna turn it down." She said, smirking.

Tango rolled his eyes and stopped his music.

"What?" He asked, trying to make it seem as though he wasn't crying.

It didn't work and his aunt looked concerned.
"What happened?"

"Nothing," He wiped his eyes, "Nothing at all I'm fine."

She sighed and looked at the door, "You have a visitor. And if you won't tell me what's wrong, at least tell him."

She left and Jimmy walked in.

Tango's heart ached.

"H-hey Tango." Jimmy said, awkwardly sitting down next to him.

"What." Tango said, sounding rude.

He didn't mean to, but his heart was broken so it was hard not to be rude.

"Look, I'm so, so sorry." Jimmy explained, "I didn't know I...kissed you... and I shouldn't've because you probably don't like me back and I didn't know I did until Grian told me and I was very embarrassed and...to tell you the truth, I wanted to ask you out, but I was sick, and I guess I just went ahead and did it."

Tango blushed but shook his head.

"I understand, you were sick. Your brain had left you and you didn't know what you were doing."

Jimmy and Tango made eye contact and Jimmy smiled his stupidly sweet smile.

Tango felt his heart start to race as Jimmy put his hand on his cheek.

Tango leaned into the touch.

"But I do now." Jimmy whispered.

Soon their lips locked onto each other.