Swimming training was intense. How many laps had they done? Style didn't know, he just knew he was exhausted!

His eyes hunted down Flyer, as they always did of their own accord. Unconsciously, he studied the back of that Sandy Blond head.

Suddenly Fly turned and looked straight at him. Their eyes locked, and Style froze, his indrawn breath caught in his chest.

Flyer had felt a prickling at the base of his neck, he felt as though he was being watched. He turned his head, only to lock eyes with Style.

Why was Style watching him?

He frowned as he felt his heart flutter! What was this feeling? He turned away, and then when he looked again. Style was striding away!

Later that night. Flyer turned the pages of his old Diary. He found his list and wrote down a name.

STYLE

Why had he never thought about it before? Was it because they had never been friends?

Even now it seemed impossible. He would have known if Style had done this! If Style had cared for him all of these years! Wouldn't he?

Had he just been oblivious? Not noticed what was happening? Been too caught up in his own problems, to notice a boy who may have suffered from his rejection?

He thought back to the last Swim Meet! He had congratulated Style! Something he had never done before. Style had been shocked.

This had made Fly uncomfortable, and he hadn't done it again!

How many years had he swum with Style, and ignored him?

Oh God! - How could he have been so cruel?

This afternoon, they had looked at each other across the pool. An expanse of water between them, but an unfathomable depth blocking their friendship.

Guilt weighed him down! But tomorrow things would change.

If it was, Style. Fly was determined to make things right!

But where to start?

The next day,

Hey Style!

Style turned to find Flyer striding across the campus towards him. He stood and watched every step. This was so unreal! Was he hallucinating?

Fly stopped where Style stood, looking at him puzzled. - You OK? - He asked.

Um Yes!- Style answered with suspicion.

Good! I was wondering if you want to meet up for Coffee later?

Coffee?

You drink Coffee? - Flyer smiled. He had shocked Style again. Best not to draw it out!

Yes!

OK Great! I will see you at, 'Hot Beans' at 4pm! - Flyer strode away, before Style could refuse.

Style watched Flyer's retreating back! What was that?

Had he been asked out? A Date? No! Don't be stupid!

Yet he couldn't help being a bit excited. He smiled and went to class.

At 4pm, Flyer was waiting outside the Cafe! He smiled as Style walked towards him. Why hadn't he noticed how handsome Style was? Dark slicked back hair, and his eyes! Fly's breath caught as Style's bright blue eyes gazed into his.

Style returned Fly's smile! Finally a smile just for him!

They walked in.

How was your day? - Fly found he was nervous.

Good! Your's? - Style was curious, was Fly nervous? His face was flushed!

Pretty good!- Fly took a deep breath! - Coffee? It's my treat!

The grin on Styles face grew wider! Fly really was making an effort, what had prompted it he didn't know, but he was thrilled. He laughed!

Fly's eyes opened wide in surprise, he grinned.- What's so funny?

Just the look on your face! I don't bite! Honestly you don't know how happy I am right now!

That comment had Fly's heart fluttering again. He didn't understand this feeling, but he liked it. He liked the way Style grinned at him! He grinned back!