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Clay laughed as he grabbed Apollo's hand. "Come on! We'll miss it if we take any longer!"
The boy in red sighed. "I'm going as fast as I can, Clay."
Clay stopped. "Wow! Look, a shooting star, make a wish!"
Apollo shook his head but still made one.
The black-haired boy smiled. "What did you wish for?"
Apollo felt his face flush. "To end up with an awesome boyfriend."
Clay gasped. "Hey! I did too!"