You and Yanis were born into a bad life from the start. Life dealt you the bad cards and there was nothing you could do about it. Both you and Yanis grew up on the same block.

Starting high school, you had joined a gang. Yanis joined too. It wasn't anything extravagant. Just a couple teenagers with a messed up mindset.

Then, everything changed. It was a late night when the two of you were smoking with couple friends. Then you ditched them to walk around the area. And before you knew it you were making out.

And you didn't speak about it for a month. Being different, being gay, would get you jumped in an alleyway. People didn't accept you for that. So it was better to pretend it was a high induced kiss, not a real one.

But you couldn't stay away for long. Soon enough you found Yanis on your porch. And you talked, and talked, and kissed.

The two of you started 'dating'. You wouldn't out a label on it, labels were too complicated, too real. You'd keep it secret from the gang. You didn't want to find out what would happen if they found out. But the little things kept you happy. Holding hands in the car. Sneaky kisses in alleyways.