TylerxOliver - 1

I sit with my friends, sliding into the seat next to Oliver. We always hang out at Tiff's Ice Cream Parlor on Fridays. It's a simple shop, but has amazing ice cream. Oliver loves the place. It's adorable how he's loved the place ever since we first started coming here when he was in eighth grade.

I glance at Oliver, to find him eagerly spooning ice cream into his mouth. I feel a small tug in my heart as I gaze upon his cute, innocent face.

I've known him for twelve years now, since I was eight and he was five, and he's always had an innocent, baby-like face. It pains me to see him so oblivious to the world around him. I really wish he'd open up his eyes, because I can't be there to protect him all the time, even if I wish I could.

Oliver struck up a conversation with one of our friends from across the booth, smiling and laughing. I notice the corner of his mouth is dirty, and on instinct, I reach out and wipe it away with a napkin. He turns around and pouts at me adorably.

Damn, this kid will one day be the end of me!

"What was that for?" He asks.

"You had ice cream there," I answer simply, causing him to huff, but his ears turn a light shade of pink.

"Thanks I guess," he mumbles, before turning back to his ice cream once more.

Before the shop closes, we all walk out, having decided on going to one of the guy's house for a movie night. We all carpooled here, and I watch Oliver and one of our long-time friends skip to the car, chatting excitedly.

"Man, don't they have adorable asses?" One of our other guy friends, Blake, asks suddenly.

I turn to him with a frown. Blake is my age, and my roommate as well. I've known he has a crush on Jane for a little while, and at one point, even Oliver, but that was two years ago. "What the hell are you going on about now?" I ask him, confused.

Blake gave me a disbelieving look. "Oh come on, man, you seriously won't admit you were just checking them out? I bet you were practically drooling over Olly," he says.

I scoff. What a hormonal teen. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Blake. I wasn't perving over my best friend."

Blake made a mocking noise in his throat. "Yeah, right. Then what was that thing a few hours ago? You wiping Oliver's mouth to 'be a good friend'?"

"Yes."

Blake rolls his eyes. "Dude, admit it. You're totally gay for Oliver!"

I scowl, pushing him roughly, but the asshole just laughs. "That's not true."

Blake shrugs. "Whatever, man. Let's just go before everyone leaves without us."

I watch him go to his car, before walking over to mine. Oliver is sitting in the passenger seat, looking at me with worried eyes. "What happened?"

I sigh, shaking my head. "Nothing."

Gay? For my best friend? Never in a million years.