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[This is a view from the bottom of a very tall hill - a small mountain, if you will - that is also very steep and has a small cart at the top. Standing next to the cart is Adam Parrish. He looks doubtful.]

This is for posterity, Parrish. In case we die.

[Running a hand over his face, Adam’s faint voice can be heard in all it’s horrifically accented glory.]

I should never have let you watch those Jackass reruns. It’s not the nineties anymore.

[Ronan makes a noise.]

Don’t pussy out on me now-

[Ronan sets the camera down and gets in the shot; the angle such as it can catch the entire length of the hill. He heads up, and there is a moment of bickering at the top that the camera doesn’t catch because that’s how far up they are. The bickering is good natured for all that - they’re not really fighting. They’re just arguing for the joy of arguing. Chainsaw is sitting at the front of the cart and she occasionally contributes her opinions in the form of cawing.

And then Adam scowls, gets in the cart, and Ronan gets in behind him. Apparently, Lynches celebrate birthdays with spectacular feats of stupidly racing down things, because Ronan pushes them. They’re both screaming after a moment, and Chainsaw opens her wings and flies away before they crash at the bottom.

Now they’re right in distance for the camera to catch them, a pile of boys at the bottom of the hill, with Ronan making a noise that’s laughing and Adam-

Adam Parrish, resident misanthropist, who has never been seen really smiling on the network (or anywhere the public can see) is smiling too, and pushing at Ronan.]

That was really fuckin’ stupid. [He’s still grinning though, far too fond as he untangles himself and moves to check out the pretty wicked scrape now on his arm. It’s then that he catches sight of their recording, moving to pick it up and hand it back to its owner when he gets a look at it properly.] Did you press something different?.

What? [He looks up. Ronan Lynch, who has never posted to the Network, didn’t realize that the red button for record and the green button for stream were different things. This is what you get when you hate phones. He gets up, and rolls his eyes, and switches it off.]

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If you thought that was a feat of daring, then you don't even fucking know me.

[He's thinking, though. Quiet.]

It's your birthday, you know.

[ With some mild sarcasm. ]

Is it? Jesus.

[He pushes him.]

I mean what the fuck does what I want to do matter? Don't you know how birthdays work, asshole?

[ Adam only laughs, then rocks back into Ronan's personal space like he belongs there. ]

I know how my birthdays work, loser. You've already surpassed that. [ He honestly didn't expect Ronan to even notice. He hadn't mentioned it on purpose. But still, it was nice to have the choice taken out of his hands. ]

By forcing you into a cart and pushing you down a hill?

Shit.

[He gets up, still holding Adam's hand, dragging him up too.]

If I get you a bowl of ice cream will you freak the fuck out about the best birthday ever?

[This is so fucking pure Ronan is almost embarrassed.]

[ He lets himself be pulled up, still smiling. It's almost ridiculous, for a boy who so rarely does so. ]

I have higher demands than that, fuck.

[ Lifting an eyebrow. ] Ice cream and you kiss me now. [ He'll even let Ronan pay for the ice cream for the first time in his natural born life. It's a birthday miracle. ]

[Well.

Okay.

He moves forward and kisses Adam, slowly, careful. No one is around. The device is pointed at the sky, if it's still filming (it's not) and Ronan is hard pressed to think of moments where he doesn't want to kiss this boy.]

You're so fucking needy.

[That's not a lie except he frames it like it is.]

[ It's a nice kiss.

He feels it to the tips of his toes.

Some days he can't ever imagine not having this giddy feeling of rightfulness when Ronan kisses him, can't see a world in where the sun burning in his chest could be put out. It's terrifying and strange and keeps him up some nights, but he wouldn't be rid of it. ]

Do you blame me?

[ He's still holding Ronan's hand, greedy for all the affection he can get. ] My boyfriend's super hot, I can't help myself.

[He snorts, and lets go, just for a second, just to grab his device and pocket it. They're in a park in De Chima, so when they come out from behind the hill, they'll be heading towards the street.

There are people around.

Ronan grabs Adam's hand anyway, and there isn't his usual defiance in the act.

That's not what this is about. If Adam wants to let go, he can't.

But Ronan won't.]

[ For a moment all he can feel is panic. It's sudden and it's sharp and it's awful.

It's also quick to fade too, though. Because there's already so much they have in them for people to hate. They can't have this too. Adam tightens his grip a little as they work through the crowds, daring and defiance and devotion thrumming strange and new through his veins.

He will not be afraid. ]

[Ronan isn't looking at Adam, but he's aware of him; if Adam makes to let go, if he's panicking, if he feels scared or worried. Chainsaw catches up to them, landing on Ronan's shoulder and fussing with his ear.]

Dad used to give us full run of that one ice cream parlor in town. Every year, on my birthday and Matthew's.

[Declan was born in January - he got other things.

But what Ronan is saying is that he doesn't know, really, how else to make a birthday good. He just knows what his family does - parties, which Adam won't want, and ice cream.

It's another thing, too.

Ronan is talking about Niall. Abstractedly. It's a part of Ronan that Adam doesn't have, and he's giving it over. In small, bite-sized pieces.]

Yeah?

[ There's a smile in his voice, steps evening out as they walk. ] I bet he regretted it once the sugar rush kicked in. [ His shoulder bumps Ronan's, gently. ] What's your favourite flavor?

[His thumb is carefully stroking Adam's hand where it can. No one is paying attention to them.

No one seems to care if they notice.]

Who knows. Probably.

[A glance over.]

As much chocolate as possible.

[ Adam grins at him. ]

I can see it.

[ A tiny Ronan, scabbed knees and dark curly hair eating a mountain of ice-cream. It's sweet, and it makes something ache in him. ]

Yeah? What, you like the idea of a seven year old me inhaling my fucking body weight in ice cream?

[He's smirking a bit, amused.]

It's cute.

[ You're cute. ]

Don't be a prick.

[Said casually, meaning, stop, you're embarrassing me.]

[ Snorting. ]

Okay, whatever.

[Oh, there's a slight worry from Ronan, so he squeezes Adam's hand, gently. So he knows.

So he knows it's not meant meanly.]

If you say yours is vanilla.

[The things is: Ronan already knows Adam's favorite.]

[ As ever, the fact that he loves Ronan slams hard into his chest and leaves him breathless. ]

Strawberry.

[ It's a simple flavour. He's never been complicated. ]

[He knows, because he's watched Adam eat gelato; strawberry every time, he's pushes bowls of it Adam's way.]

Better than vanilla.

[ It's such a sweet gesture. It's easy to accept. He's glad that Ronan knows enough of him to make this gentle.

He takes a spoon, twirls it in between his fingers before digging in. Underneath the table, Adam presses his foot to Ronan's ankle. ] There's nothing wrong with vanilla.

[It's a funny thing, to be here, in public, to be with Adam in public, to be-

With Adam, in public.]

It's fucking boring, that's what's wrong with it.

[ It's a date.

Adam thinks they should do it more often. ]

Some people would think chocolate is boring. Not when you can get all that weird shit now.

[It's a real date, one where they can pretend like Ronan isn't setting fire to his friendship with Noah but letting his fight with him drag on.

But this is Adam's birthday.

He'll fix shit with Noah tomorrow.]

Yeah, don't start ordering that crap, either.