9:07 am April 12, 2008 Arishi

Summary

So how are you?

Good, good.

Me? I'm great, thanks.

Yea, yea...hey.

Can I tell you something?

I love you.

These were the words Tai always imagined saying, he just never got the courage to. He didn't know how Matt would react to his best friend proclaiming his love for him. So he never did it...until it was too late.

Matt Ishida was a famous rockstar all over the world, and this made him a target. But no one would suspect that it was Tai...Tai behind the stage, Tai behind the shower curtain, Tai beneath the kitchen counter, it was Tai. Tai would be the one who had to decide the fate of his love...would he spend all of eternity in death with him? Or would he never have him in life?

Descisions haunted his every waking moment, Tai was about to break. Will he jump out and say "I love you?" Or would he stab Matt in the back with the butcher knife?

It dawned on Tai that he loved Matt that very first day...Three years after becoming his friend...but 5 years later, how would he feel? Tai turned away from those thoughts and to his best friend on the other side of the ball. He was coming towards him fast swerving like he was avoiding other players, but it was just him and Tai on that field that day. The sun beat down on them and made Matt's golden blonde hair shine. His blue eyes shone with the effort it took to dribble a soccer ball down the field...okay, not hard work, but it's Matt. Tai watched Matt's slender figure running and felt a familiar sensation blooming in his chest. Shaking his head, he focused on the ball now 10 feet in front of him.

Whoosh! The ball flew past his outreached arms and into the top corner of the goal net. A victorious cry came from the blonde and he jumped up and down.

Tai grinned ruefully. Lately Matt had been scoring goals when normally it was Tai that kicked Matt's butt.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Rub it in." Tai muttered under his breath.

Matt just laughed and grinned. "Tai! What's going on? You're slacking!" Matt laughed some more and bent over, hands on his knees, and panted.

"Shut it." Tai grumble good-natrually, but he grinned anyways.

Matt slung an arm around his best friend. "How about some energy-restoring food?"

"Food?" Tai immediately perked up and ran towards the road, but then he stopped. "Um...Matt?"

"Yes?"

"Which way's the house?"

Matt laughed and walked the opposite direction. "Come on, Tai."

Tai felt a thrill at hearing his name from Matt and ignored it, too. He caught up with Matt, the ball under his arm.

They walked to Matt's house, a few blocks away. Once in the door, Tai ran to the kitchen, simaltaneously tripping over the ball he just dropped. Landing on his face, he heard more laughter. He pushed himself off the floor. Matt passed him on the way to the kitchen and Tai tore his eyes from his back. He could not look...he didn't like his friend that way...he wasn't gay, he told himself over and over as he watched Matt move around the kitchen preparing sandwiches. Knowing that Tai ate a lot, Matt made several and set them on a plate and took them to the living room. He set them on the little table in front on the tv and procedded to watch commercials, unaware that Tai watched him.

Tai sat down as far as possible from Matt, and stuff a sandwich in his mouth. Jelly dripped out on his shirt. He looked down, disgusted, but he licked it up anyways. He looked up to find Matt watching him, grossed out. "Ew, Tai, do you ever eat normal?"

A smile spread across Tai's face. "Nope."

"Ew."

"You've said that already."

"Really? Oh well...ew."

Deliberately, Tai dropped more on his shirt and won a not very hard earned look of disgust from his friend.

Grinning, he turned to the tv.