Summary:

12:00 AM- January 1st, 2004, 12 years old. Ilya clumsily shifts forward, knocking their noses together. Shane's breath hitches at the contact. Then all he feels is Ilya’s lips making contact with the corner of his mouth. All his senses leave his body. His mind is blank. The only things that exists are hazel eyes, golden curls, and the Russian boy in front of him, whose lips feel soft against Shane's or Shane and Ilya meet at boarding school in Canada in 2003. They would die for each other, they are best friends...they are also totally in love with one another and are just too stubborn and scared to admit it out loud.