The sun was rising. Greg stayed for around 15 minutes before going home, knowing not much would change if he stayed. Tye had cried himself to sleep a half hour in and Jace was just laying there. He was too worried for his best friend to sleep.

The boys had slept in that hideout hundreds of times before, sneaking out to do whatever teenage delinquency activities they decided on. Tye's dad never gave a shit where he went, and jace's parents were never home, always on some business trip of sorts.

The area was relatively small, with enough room to sit, but not stand, and big enough for around four boys to comfortably sit with room. There were blankets and pillows, along with empty cans of beer and cigarette butts adorning the out side from their previous visits.

They called it the "fag house". Jace still remembered the day, roughly 4 years ago that they found it.

______flashback to 4 years ago_________

Jace's POV because I like to confuse people

I was drunk. Really drunk. Me and tye were walking down an unknown alley. At least I think it's tye. He looks a lot like tye.

" Heeey.." I slurred. The boy next to me looked at me, although his eyes we're barely open. He made a half hearted grunt in my direction. "Are you tylerrrrrr? "

He giggled. "Um... " He stopped in his tracks and suddenly didn't look so amused. His face contorted to confusion. "... Am I? " He began to inspect his hands, turning them over and staring intently.

He seemed to get his answer as he perked up. "Yes I am! " He said with an affirmative nod

I smiled. "Okay!"

We stopped at the end of the alley and Tyler leaned up against me. "Lookie! It's like a tree house! " He said in awe, pointing upwards. I followed his hand to see a shaggy wooden balcony. The front of it was covered by a tarp draped over it. Before I could process, tye was climbing up and I had no choice but to follow.

He pulled a flashlight from his backpack and set it down, illuminating the small area. He slumped against the wall and I layed my head down on his lap, letting my eyes follow the lines in the old wood of the roof. Whatever building this was connected to was blocked off now.

Tye began to play with my hair absentmindedly. It felt really really good. He began to hum silently, and I started to drift.

"Jace" He said quietly. "Hmm?" He seems scared, so I sat up and looked at him. "I'm.. I'm a faggot!" He exclaimed. "... Huh? "

"I'm gay! I'm sorry I don't want you to hate me!" Tears were running down his face now. " Me too"

"What? " "I'm gay too. It's okay" "Really? " He gasped. "Mhmmmmmmm" He was still crying so I grabbed the bag, digging around for my knife. "What are you doing? " He asked.

"You're a fag. I'm a fag. We're in a treehouse " I stepped back from the masterpiece carved into he wood. 'The fag house" He smiled. "The fag house"