As The Boss laid back on his chair, eyes closed, enjoying the breeze, I stood next to him, entranced by his figure.

What a man. Perfectly marked abs, a god sculped chin, careful and respectful, strong-willed and determined. Smart to get his way, yet not enough to be filled with malice. Strong enough to be able to carry me, yet not enough to accidentally hurt me. Lanky, yet not enough for him not to be able to get down and kiss me.

N-Not that it has happened yet... But some day, he surely will. When he sees my true worth.

As these thoughts of admiration rush to my head, I feel myself feel hotter, my face flustering red. I have to calm down... But how when such a man is right next to me?!?

He turns to me, eyes still closed, and says "Say, Fred, isn't this the best moment of the day? The sun hitting against your skin, the breeze flickering your body hair, the company of a friend."

Yes, Jack. This is the best moment of the day. Not because of the world, but because of you. For all I care, the world could stop spinning and the sun go down, and I would still feel this be the best moment of the day. Oh, if I could tell you how much I admire you, how much I love you, how much I wish I could-

"Fred?" He asks, breaking my chain of thought "O-Oh, yes Jack. It is, indeed, quite a pleasant day, sir." I said, trying to regain composure. "Were you thinking of something, bud? Speak your mind!" He responded.

Oh god. I cannot tell him, I cannot tell him. What if he doesn't like me back? What if it ruins our friendship? What if he isn't gay? Just... Relax... Make something up...

"Just thinking about the situation between Zakal and Pamba, sir. It is terrible." I say, recalling some conflict that happened there, using it as an escape goat. "Oh, Fred. Quit thinking about tragedies. They only pull you down! Besides, you're with me now, you've got nothing to fear." He said.

I felt myself fluster hard. Fuck. How can I not love this man?

		
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