"If you could change one thing about me, what would it be?" Oliver asked, looking over to his boyfriend. The question had been on his mind for a long time. He wanted to know what Neil didn't like about him, if it was just a small, useless detail, or something that was a big problem.
"What?" Neil asked, confused, his eyebrows furrowed. "Why would I want to change anything about you? I think you're perfect."
Oliver blushed and scooted closer to him, taking Neil's hand, "That's very sweet, but honestly, there must be one thing about me that you don't like, that you would want to change if you could."
Neil looked down, thinking for a long time. Nothing came to mind. Physically, psychologically, emotionally, Oliver was perfect to him. Then he thought of something. Of course. With a smile, he looked over to him, "Well… I guess there is one thing."
Oliver's eyes went wide and his grasp on Neil's hand tightened, "What? What is it? Tell me, is it my hair?"
Neil chuckled and shook his head, "No."
"My clothes?" Oliver asked.
He bit his lip, looking down at himself and then back to Neil, "My eyes?"
Neil made a face, "Never."
"Well, come on then, tell me, what is it? I need to know!" Oliver whined, shaking Neil by the shoulders.
The older boy laughed, holding onto Oliver's wrists with a smile, "Okay, okay, relax. The only thing I would change about you, Oliver Miller, is your last name."
Oliver's eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head, looking up at Neil with confusion, "What? Why would you want to change that?"
"Because it's not mine."
Oliver took a moment to think, and then he got it. With a happy gasp, he hugged Neil tightly, "Oh my God, I love you!"
Neil chuckled, "Not now, mind you, we're too young, but someday, after we finish high school." He pressed a kiss to Oliver's cheek, "I love you too, Ollie, to the moon and back."