Word spread about my little situation – or should I say our little situation. Derek didn't feel as if it was a problem at all, but that was him. I took everything on a personal level, so right now I felt like I was in hell. While some people in our school were negative about us, most were actually nonchalant about it – considering not many knew we were step brothers in the first place, but we could leave that little detail out.

And then the news reached my family in Italy, and, well, no one spreads rumors faster than your own family members. They all knew about me, about Derek, about us, and they were surprisingly positive about it. Although my dad was still trying to wrap his head around his only son being gay and already having a boyfriend. In a way I felt bad because all of his dreams were thrown out the window; like having grand-children, seeing my lovely soon-to-be-wife walking down the aisle, and other things I couldn't do as a gay person.

But luckily, he loved me regardless and only wanted me to be happy. The only downside about him knowing? He wasn't too happy about me having a boyfriend. I guessed this was how he would react if he had a daughter. Did my coming out make me the daughter now? Honestly, I should be offended, but I waved it off since it was my dad and I understood what it meant for him.

One day during our vacation from school, dad called and personally asked for Derek, ignoring me completely. I had no idea what they talked about, Derek only said that he promised my dad he wouldn't tell me. And bitches be crazy if they thought I wasn't overly pissed about it. I even gave Derek the silent treatment for a whole minute.

But things were going smoothly; mostly because we were stuck in the house, so no one could really do anything to us. It made me think, was this how we were supposed to live? Hidden away from society because people didn't know how to keep their mouth shuts? It was nuts! But who was I kidding? A whole week away from school! I wasn't complaining, not when I spent it with Derek.

Our parents even loosened up a little, like dropping the drama about us being together. We could now do whatever we wanted, even go into each other's rooms; as long as the doors were left open of course. How on earth could they forget that part, right? Not like it mattered anyway, our parents worked most of the day so that meant we could close the door and no one would know.

And boy did we close that door a lot. I was starting to feel like we might have broken it.

I woke up Friday morning to an idiot jumping on me, kissing me everywhere as he chuckled at my sleepy reaction. Derek's blue eyes beamed down at me when I fluttered my eyes open. I stretched, yawned, and rolled over, purposely knocking him off the bed. I snuggled my pillow again, turning to the colder side and sighing comfortably.

"Wake up, it's our last day alone before the weekend," Derek said as he climbed back on top of me.

"Go away," I groaned.

"Don't you want to have some fun?" I literally heard the smirk in that.

"I'm too tired to get it up, go away," I told him as I shoved my head between my pillows.

"That's . . . not the kind of fun I meant."

"You ain't fooling anyone, Derek. I might be stupid, but I'm not tired."

"Ha . . . get up before I make you."

I popped my head out of the pillows, turned around and squinted my eyes at him. Why did he always he have to look so beautiful in the morning? While I looked like a troll who had just woken up from a five hundred year nap.

"Isn't that what you've been trying to do for the past two minutes since you barged in my room and jumped on my fragile body?"

"Pft, you know damn well it's not fragile."

"Are we going to continue with the secret inuendos?"

"Yes, until you wake up and come with me downstairs," he muttered dead serious.

After arguing for another five minutes, I gave in and got out of bed. It was too late to go back to bed anyway, Derek had already ruined my tiredness. He even got angry at me when I said I was going to brush my teeth but instead took a shower while I brushed my teeth in the shower. But when I headed downstairs, I understood why he was so jumpy.

He cooked me breakfast!

The dinning table was layed out with so much food, most I believe he didn't even cook himself. He might have even bought it all, but I didn't care because it was the thought that counted and he was a sweet boyfriend for knowing that I love food more than anything.

We ate quietly, smiling at each other over the food, and that's when I knew he was truly the one.

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[Author's Message]: Hey guys! I know, one year later and I finally upload the ending, a one page Epilogue. It took me one year to write a page? NOPE lol. The reason I took so long is because I just didn't want to write it. The whole journey of this book was uninspiring to me, so I pushed it away until I felt like writing it. I do apologize because I know that it is one of the most loved stories and it means a lot to people. Trust me, I've read all of your comments and your love and I accept it all and I love you guys back for loving this hilariously fun story. It was a blast writing it, even with the lack of inspiration. Just know that Leo and Derek will live on for eternity and they will be together forever, that's something you should know for certain. I've had thoughts about re-writing this book, but honestly I can't because the same thing would happen and I'd end up pushing it away AGAIN. So no re-makes, no sequels. This is all there is of their story. I mean you can write your own fanfictions if you want, I don't care lol. (This was written a long time ago, I've obviously changed my mind)