Jonathan was walking down the sidewalk, hands in the pockets of his old jacket as he looked at the stars in the sky. Damn, he hated the cold, so all his coats never kept him warm enough and he looked like a beggar when he wore them. But... none of that was going to ruin his night, because he was going on a surprise visit to his handsome boyfriend's house. It was 2:20 in the morning and the guy was bored, what else did he have to do?

As long as he was quiet enough, his parents weren't going to find out... too bad Jonathan wasn't the most discreet guy in the world, not that he cared, it's not like his life depended on it.

Days like these were when Jonathan complained about not having enough money to buy a car, and taxis were expensive, he once had to run away from one because he didn't have enough money to pay. Fucking bastards, always making the trips longer to charge more...

After cursing in his head for a while, he stopped in front of the window of a jewelry store. Wedding rings in the foreground. Jonathan's heart raced, but it also broke as he remembered that he didn't have a quarter of what even the cheapest ring was worth... He groaned and resisted the urge to smash the store's glass in frustration.

"Pinche pobreza, nunca puedo comprarle nada..." He growled and then cleared his throat to get rid of his anger, relaxing his expression and making his way back to his boyfriend's house.

On the way, Jonathan's mind kept going back to the rings, to what it would be like to propose to his boyfriend... to what it would be like to see him walking in a white suit. He was twenty years old, what was he thinking? Fuck that, Jonathan was determined to propose, he was going to ask his friends to help him if necessary, work himself to death if necessary.

Finally, Jonathan arrived at the house. Did he ring the bell? No, did he knock on the door? No! He was no fool... he jumped over the fence to enter the yard and go to the window of his boyfriend's room which was on the second floor.

"Alright, let's see..." He murmured with an excited smile, picking up some small stones from the grass. "Perfect." And once with the stones, he began to aim at his boyfriend's window, throwing them one by one with moderate force so as not to break the glass. Also anxious to give his boyfriend the food he had prepared for him that he was carrying in his old backpack.

And if he ran out of stones, he would look for more to keep throwing. Willing to wait all night for his boyfriend to wake up and help him get in, he had nothing else to do, literally...