With Tristan finally warming up to Miles, their friendship was getting stronger by the day. They returned to their old habits of skipping the occasional class or two to get their Chompy Chicken fix, and developed new hobbies such discussing election tactics and school presidential mandates for hours on end in the Hollingsworth living room. More often than not they would end the evening with a movie and Miles' latest addiction: Tristan's dil spice popcorn. It was clear that they've moved on after the awkward incidents that crumbled their romantic relationship in tenth grade. But they never talked about what really happened.

Relieved to get things back to the way they were, Tristan refused to pry. It was bombarding Miles with the impromptu intervention that drove him away in the first place, and now that it was ancient history, Tristan didn't find it necessary to resurrect old ghosts.

So when he arrived to the auditorium after getting Miles' text to meet him there after school, the last thing he expected was to see the boy in question sitting at the edge of the stage bathed in a muted golden glow of the spotlight shining down on him.

"Miles, what are you doing?"

Miles put a finger to his lips that were curved in a smirk before motioning him to sit in the front row. Once Tristan was settled, Miles started to play. Tristan's features softened when he recognized the melody and his eyes widened when Miles began to sing.

You are the sun, the moon in the night.

You are my everything, my everything,

Everything so right.

I don't need another summer,

Another spring, another fall.

If I have you... don't need anything at all.

Miles performed the who song without missing a beat. When the last notes drifted off in the air, Tristan rose from his seat to come closer. He placed his hand on Miles' shoulder and leaned in. Miles' eyes started to close on its own accord and the moment his lashes touched his cheeks, he felt Tristan's soft lips pressed against his own. He reached out to wrap his arms around Tristan's waist and the other boy hummed in approval. They continued sharing soft, sweet kisses until Tristan slowly detached himself.

"So... What now?"

Miles took a deep breath before answering.

"I tell you the truth."

"Why didn't you do it before?"

"Because I was a coward, Tris. A yellow-bellied fool. I messed up what we had... because I thought that I didn't deserve you."

Tristan lunged forward and wrapped his arms around him so fiercely that Miles had to balance himself before hugging him back at full force.

"That was a stupid thing to think," said Tristan's muffled voice that was buried in Miles' shoulder. "But that doesn't matter anymore. It's never too late to make things right."