Started off with a game... Mike was being an asshole so I quit that halfway when the round was done. He saw I was a little, less happy and when they all where done playing the game we sat down to drink anyway he came to me and he asked if I was okay, I genuinely don't remember the last time anyone asked me that, I told him I was fine, I think he knew I was lying. So then we went outside to play soccer we, me and (Lukas is his name) the boy waited for the rest he was making sure I really was okay since I normally make him laugh more, I was sitting at a picknick table he was standing on the other side looking perfect, the sun hitting the edge of his face just right, he is beautiful, I responded to him that it didn't matter, I wanted to say that I loved him that he meant the world to me, I stayed quiet as he walked away after a few moments, then the rest came and we played soccer.

I honestly don't know what to do with him.