I sat there, thinking about everything. Being quiet makes you more introspective. You think more. You feel more. People don't understand it, but you have more clarity and understanding than most.

I looked at Wade, who was throwing candy at the others, and thought back to that day we met and what transpired between us since that day.

After my parents got home and they situated Rain, I went out and grabbed a coffee. It was something I did from time to time alone. Not that I don't love my family, but sometimes you need space.

I sat at a table next to a window, sipping my coffee when I noticed a guy coming in. Looking at him, I knew why he was here. I hoped he remembered.

I watched him as he walked up to the counter and ordered something. My eyes trailed down his body. Damn, he changed a lot.

After he paid and took his coffee, I kept watching him. Then he saw me. He made his way over to me, "Mind if I sit?"

"Free country," I shrugged, acting casual.

He slid onto a chair, and I looked at him. His face had chiseled features, and he had the prettiest eyes along with the plumpest lips I saw.

"Nice tats," he commented.

"Yeah, I thought so," I said.

"I got your note," he whispered as I looked at him. My lips curled into a smile.

I reached over and pulled out a container, placing it on the table. I slid it towards Wade as he took it and opened it to reveal a single cupcake. He looked at me, surprised.

"You were the one that left the cupcake and note in my locker," he said as I nodded.

"Everyone should have cake on their birthday," I told him as he looked at me.

"Can I tell you something, and you promise not to tell anyone?" He asked me in a whisper.

"No worries there," I told him.

"I'm actually what they call a Brony. I collect My Little Ponies, but no one knows except my parents and best friends. Plus, I haven't come out to many people except my parents and my two best friends," he said, looking down.

"You're gay?" I asked with a look.

"Yeah, but people at school are assholes. If they found out, I could hear it now. Names galore. I don't need the hassle." He shook his head.

"Interesting," I said.

"What is?" He looked at me, confused.

"I'm gay and don't give a flying fuck what people think. Never had, never will," I said, looking at him intently. Damn, he has plump lips.

He looked at me.

"People talk. It doesn't mean you have to listen. The ones that matter will care about you for you. Make sense?"

"Yeah," he answered.

"Well, Wade, I will be direct with you. I think you're hot and would like to take you out. If you want to go out," I said to him.

"Uh, yeah," Wade mentioned.

"Good," I smirked as I drank my coffee. We talked more. I started feeling more comfortable as we talked. Usually, I say little, but with Wade, there was something about his personality that made me want to have a conversation. He wasn't boring by any means.

I couldn't wait to take him out.

Two days later, I picked him up the night of our date and took him to a place in another town. He wasn't ultimately out, and it wasn't my place to out him. He needed to do that himself.

I wanted to get to know him away from everyone. We had dinner and talked. Talking to Wade was terrific. I felt like I could tell him anything, and he got me. I never imagined dating someone younger and them understanding me in a way no one could.

Being more of a quiet personality, he didn't push me to talk. He let it happen naturally. It was something that made me thankful.

After our date, we went for a walk. The air was a little warm for the end of May. As we walked, I reached over and slightly touched his hand until I felt him slide his into mine. It felt right. I've dated before, but no one got me the way Wade did.

Everything felt natural. We stopped, and I turned to Wade. I reached up, placing my hand on the back of his head as I brought his lips to mine. Damn, they tasted even better than I imagined - the sweetness and plumpness to them. I couldn't get enough.

Our breathing increased as our kiss intensified, but I stopped it. Wade looked at me, confused. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked me.

"No, you did everything right, and that's a problem," I said, having to adjust myself as he slightly chuckled. "Glad you find this amusing," I sighed.

"At least, I turned you on. That's a plus," Wade smirked.

"Oh, you turn me on more than you know," I retorted as his cheeks turned a faint pink.

I found his blushing so appealing. He had an innocence to him, but sexy. I found it enduring.

I took him home. I walked him to the door as they taught us and gave him a sweet kiss. I wanted to see Wade more and be with him. He made me feel something no other guy could make me feel.

As our relationship grew, I was falling hard for him, but I knew with his age, people wouldn't understand. I wanted to wait until he was eighteen. I hadn't even told my parents I was seeing someone and that I was gay.

The only people who knew were Luke, Grandpa Luke, and Jaime. Then Rain found out but, I coached her not to say anything and if she did to tell people, to tell them what I wanted them to know.

It wasn't until she overheard me talking to Uncle Jaime on the phone; I had to think fast. Since she already knew I was gay, I needed to make sure she didn't know about Wade yet.

Talking Luke into letting me pick her up from school was stupid. I knew it would break her routine and ran the chance of her having a meltdown. Then that Antonio guy took care of it. Wade showed up with another guy, holding balloons, then Dad showed up. It was a mess.

After that day, I followed Uncle Jaime's advice. I finally told my parents. It stunned them, but I was okay. Being gay didn't bother me. People talking didn't bother me. Disappointing, my parents did. I never wanted them to think wrong about me. They were amazing parents.

They never hit us, called us names, only offered love and understanding. Why hadn't I told them it is beyond me?

After Dad figured out about Wade and me, the only thing he said to me was that he wanted me to be happy. That right, there was what I needed to hear.

I looked at Wade and smiled. Then I found everyone staring at me.

"What?" I asked.

"You have a nice smile. You should smile more often," Rain said as everyone laughed. I couldn't help but laugh myself. Leave it to Rain to say something. This reason is why I love her and always will.

Sometimes we need a Rainbow to make our days brighter. I'm glad we had one.