Summary: Dean, Dylan, Alex, Roman, Seth, and Blake sit on Dean's rooftop to watch the sunset. All they can do is talk.

Dean had came up with a plan. That Plan involved sitting on the roof of his house and have a picnic while watching the sunset. He decided to invite Dylan, Alex, Roman, and Seth to join in.

All Dean wanted was to let Blake see the beauty in something at night. He'll admit, he got the sitting on the rooftop and having a picnic from the list that he had found on the internet.

That was how they found themselves on the roof, passing containers of food around, waiting for the sun to set.

They sat there in silence until Blake decided to start a conversation.

"My mom got mad after we rearranged the furniture." Blake explained and chuckled.

"That explains why everything looked weird," Alex said stunned.

"You didn't even know that the medieval flail on my living room wall was real, till I pointed it out," Dylan cut in.

Blake rolled his eyes and looked at the sandwich he was holding.

Dylan looked in the container, "There are no oranges."

He pouted and Alex patted him on the shoulder. "It's okay Dill."

"I will throw you off the roof if you call me that one more time," Dylan threatened.

"There will be no throwing people off my roof," Dean replied.

"I think that's their way of flirting with each other," Seth replied. Roman nodded in agreement.

Blake was beginning to feel a weird warm feeling in his heart. It was sort of unpleasant. He looked at Seth, "You think that's bad. You should see them when they're running on two hours of sleep."

"I rather not think about that," Seth replied.

"What? Do they threaten to throw each other off of trees or something?" Roman asked, amused.

"It was worse during PE when we played pickle ball," Blake said.

"The hell's a pickle ball?" Dean asked, confused.

"It's like tennis but with paddles instead of rackets," Alex interrupted. "I kicked their asses at that."

"Then why not just call it tennis?" Seth replied exasperated.

"I don't know," Dylan replied.

It had about ten or twenty minutes before the sun sets.

"Does anyone else get the feeling that this seems romantic?" Alex asked, and they gave him a look.

"Personally I think it'll be considered romantic if it's at a park or lake or on top of a hill. Not on top of the roof with police sirens in the distance. That's just me," Dylan replied.

"He has a point there," Dean replied.

Blake snorted and looked at Alex who was peeling the crust off the bread. "How come you don't eat the crust?"

"It's like how no one wants the end pieces of the bread," Alex said.

"There was this girl that was referred as Bread when I went to high school," Seth said. They looked at him confused.

"That's mean," Blake said.

"Everyone told her that she was like the end pieces of the bread." Seth said, "Everyone touches her, but doesn't want her."

"Maybe she got married or something," Dean replied.

"Last I heard; her ten year old son drowned her in the bathtub because she was using him for child porn." Seth quickly explained, not wanting to bring up bad memories for Dean.

"Bitch deserved it," Dean replied. The others looked at him.

"Someone needs to get laid," Seth replied.

"I will throw you off the roof," Dean replied.

"Dean," Roman said. "You said that there will be no throwing people off of your roof."

"I never said that I couldn't throw people off the roof," Dean replied. He looked at Dylan and Alex. "I don't need that type of stress if you throw each other off the roof."

"Can we not talk about throwing people off the roof?" Blake asked.

"Fine, we can talk about those two guys that were arguing in the park when I was walking my dog," Dean replied.

"Arguing about what?" Dylan asked, confused.

"I think one of the guys was at the cemetery with some chick who he claimed was his cousin. One of the guys said that he loved him and was 'stabbed in the ass.' I didn't stay very long because I went home. Later, they left," Dean explained.

Dylan and Alex looked at Dean.

"Perhaps that guy was smoking weed in the cemetery," Alex said.

Blake looked at Alex, "That's your thought?"

"One girl at my high school had gotten pregnant in the cemetery," Dean replied. "That wasn't the worst thing that happened."

"What was the worst thing?" Roman asked.

"The Burrito War during my sophomore year. That was the worst thing that happened." Dean replied and shuddered.

"What happened?" Seth asked, curious.

"It's best to not talk about it," Dean replied.

"Is that how those beans got on the ceiling?" Blake asked, curious.

"Let's not talk about it," Dean replied.

They looked at the sun as it began to finally set.

Dylan took Alex's hand and gave it a squeeze. Alex gave a goofy grin.

"So, anything interesting happened at school?" Seth asked, looking at the three boys.

"The seniors were doing their marching practice and spiders started crawling all over them. I heard that it was annoying," Blake explained.

"Where did the spiders come from?" Roman asked.

"Maybe the chairs," Dylan said. Blake looked up at the sky, seeing stars starting to poke out. The sun hasn't gone down yet. "I'm sure they haven't pulled those things out in a year."

"That's true," Alex replied.

Blake grabbed a Styrofoam container and a plastic fork. He took the lid off and dug into the macaroni and cheese. He had a glass bottle of fruit juice beside him.

The sun had fully sat and they looked at the sky.

Alex put his head on Dylan's shoulder, holding Dylan's hand.

"It's freaking beautiful," Blake said and smiled.

Blake noticed how Dean was proud. Sort of like, 'Aww. My little boy has finally found the meaning of life.' Blake decided to pretend he didn't notice Dean wipe a tear away. He noticed how Dean put on a smile anyway.

Dean, Seth, and Roman patted Blake on the shoulder. Dylan gave Blake a smile and Alex gave Blake a thumbs-up.

For the first time since Blake created his plan, he felt truly happy and content. He hadn't felt so alive in so long. He realized maybe life starts now.

All this pain,
Take this life and make it yours.
All this hate,
Take your heart and let it love again.

You will survive this somehow.

Life starts now,
You've done all the things that could kill you somehow.
And you're so far down,
Life starts now.
You've done all the things that could kill you somehow,
And you're so far down,
Life starts now.

A/N: The spider thing happened to me at my graduation practice. Little black spiders swarmed all of us. I had probably ten on top of me and one in my hair.

My mom told me how she was walking the dogs, she heard two boys arguing about one of them being in the cemetery with some girl.