Jeremwood where Jeremy and Ryan have known each other since forever and they’re best friends and Jeremy has always admired Ryan. So much that in middle school, he wrote a note to Ryan telling him how much he likes the other boy. Everyone sort of laughs it off (”that’s so cute of him”) and it’s eventually forgotten.
Then they get into High School and Jeremy realizes that fuck, he has a crush on his best friend. Nothing comes of it though, as with all friend groups, the two sort of separate and join different circles. They remain friends, though, and Jeremy keeps his crush.
Ryan gets a couple of boyfriends (Geoff and Gavin) and breaks up with both of them, but they remain friends. Jeremy dates a couple of girls (one he remains friends with, Lindsay) and one guy. Jeremy still has heart eyes for Ryan and just can’t get over it.
Ryan never seems to look his way.
Junior year, their different circles come together (Gavin actually becomes Jeremy’s other best friend) and Jeremy finds himself spending more and more time with Ryan, which makes it harder for Jeremy to conceal his crush. Almost everyone of their friends knows Jeremy likes Ryan. Except for Ryan himself.
Then Prom comes around and Jeremy has resigned himself to going dateless (he’s fine with it though, he knows how much fun their friends are and he expects a good time. It’s just going to suck watching Ryan take someone else).
He comes into class one day, distracted about homework, to his classmates giggling and his friends smirking at him. There, in the middle of class, is Ryan looking the most nervous Jeremy has ever seen him. He’s holding flowers in one hand, a note in the other, and is dressed in his Sunday best.
Going red and almost stuttering over his words, he hands the flowers and note to an equally red Jeremy. Jeremy opens the note and sees that it’s the note Jeremy himself wrote, all those years ago. At the bottom, written in obnoxious orange, it says Love, Jeremy (his mom had always written that at the end of her letters so Jeremy was just following her lead, he was 13).
Jeremy looks up, wide-eyed at Ryan. “You kept this?”
Ryan shrugs his shoulders and nods, smiling at Jeremy. “I did. And I was wondering…if, you know, if you still felt that way…if you would….like to go to prom with me?”
And Jeremy has never moved so fast to throw his arms around Ryan, screaming “Yes!” At the top of his lungs.
This is where the sky begins,
Right here, gaping
From the soles of our feet.
To stare at on open sky
Is to search for our freedom,
I want to get to know you
Drama soaks into the soil
Like soap on skin,
But the sky is still free.
The shooting star I’m wishing on
Might be a satellite yet,
But I’ve got to follow it
To discover if it’s worth the risk.
The wonders are endless, right here,
Where the sky begins.