Intro-

It was the middle of summer and an unbearably hot day. Granted, Los Angeles summers tend to be that way, especially in July. To put it into perspective, today was a record high for all time. Damn climate changes.

Chapter 1 part 1

Ryan's POV-

Izzy, my girlfriend, and I were coming home from the beach. She was driving even though her sense of direction is less than admirable. She was in just her swimsuit and still damp from the ocean, the sunlight gleamed off of her chest and made her look like she'd been swimming in a pond of diamonds instead of the ocean. I was in my black and white swim trunks that weren't very wet because I've never been one for swimming.

"Hey Ry…" she said to me casting a sideways glance and dragging me out of my day dreams.

"Huh? What is it?" I replied with, what I assumed was, a very confused puppy dog look on my face.

"Do you have any idea where we are?"

Great. Just great. She had gone and got us lost again. I looked out the window of the red convertible to see that we were in a neighborhood I had never seen before.

"No idea", I said frankly, "I told you I should have driven us."

Like I said earlier, less than admirable, way less.

"No, no, I got this." She said with a confident tone in her voice. "Let me just get out the GPS."

We searched all through the car but, as I suspected, we had left the GPS in her Honda Civic, which I had vowed to never be seen in.

We drove for about five move minutes trying to find our way out of the neighborhood, which only got us more lost. Then, wouldn't you know it, the car broke down. Just our luck.

"Z, wait here. I'm gonna go knock on doors to see if we can get a jump."

I went up to the closest house and rung the doorbell. After about five times doing so, I heard a large crash and someone muttering 'motherfucker!'.

Good, so there is someone home- wait, was that a guys voice? 'SHIT' I thought to myself remembering that I had left my shirt in the car. It's not like I'm ashamed of how I look or anything, okay maybe I am but if you looked like me you would be too. I'm a little short, very under weight, and brown hair, but still! 'Damn it, Izzy's gonna get mad!' Just as the thought crossed my mind, the most beautiful man I'd ever seen opened the door, in only a tee and boxers if I might add. He was tall with jet black hair. Oh yeah, and the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes I had ever seen.

I must have been staring at him for a while because he had to snap me out of it by pinching my arm. Great, he's a jerk, a gorgeous perfect jerk with eyes that you could go swimming in. I felt another pinch on my shoulder. 'Shit'

"Can I help you with something? Other than just having someone to stare at I mean."

His voice, oh god, that voice was creamy as melted butter sliding in my ears and sitting in my head. It made my knees go weak and I collapsed.

Chapter 1 part 2

Brendon's POV-

I was having the dream again. The same one I've had every night for the past 3 weeks. It starts out normally, with me at one of our hang out places, but then, I see him. Don't get me wrong, I'm straight, so then, why am I dreaming about a guy?

He looks like an angel sent straight from heaven. He has medium brown hair down to his shoulders, he's skinny, and he has on a faded red tee and super skinny black jeans. Oh yeah, and a very feminine figure that somehow works on a guy, or at least, on him.

He just stands there, looking bored but oh so angelic. The light is shining on him so that it hits him in just the right way. I start to walk over to him then- 'Ding dong'

"Shit" I said groggily, not wanting to leave that wonderful dream.

'Ding ding ding ding ding dong'

The amount of times the doorbell rang made me fall out of bed, hitting my head on the hard wood floor.

"Mother fucker!"

I didn't really see any need to get pants on considering it was probably just Spence.

I opened the door and there he was, the boy whose face I'd seen in my dream so many times. I looked him up and down once to make sure it was really him. He was exactly the same guy, right down to the half smile. I looked back at him and was about to say something when I realized he was staring at me.

'Shitshitshitshit! Wait, pinch him, if it's a dream you'll wake up!'

I reached out and touched his soft skin and gave it a little pinch. He shook his head for a second and gave me a disgusted look.

'Fuck this isn't a dream'

After that thought crossed my mind, he was staring at me again. I pinched him one more time.

'Okay Bren, play it cool you've got this. What should I say? Umm… Oh! I've got it!'

Trying to sound cool and make a joke, I said "Can I help you with something? Other than just having someone to stare at I mean." And let a smirk cross my lips.

I heard him let out a squeak and then, he started to fall. This damned heat.

Suddenly, a girl jumped out of a red convertible across the street and ran up.

"What the hell did you do to him?" she yelled at me.

"Nothing! Honestly, he just collapsed! It must be the heat!" I said, surprised that my voice was working again.

We picked him up and carried him inside, putting her on the couch.

'Wait' I thought 'He's with a girl. Shit'