Disclaimer: Never have never will own Static Shock. Although, recently I had an idea that it would be awesome if Islands of Adventure did, but that's just a dream

Authors note: This is a fanfiction I wrote awhile back that I felt like uploading. It's not complete yet, and it may take a while. I decided to upload it, because, really the idea just keeps nawing at me. I already have three other chapters, so those will come soon maybe. However, my other fanfiction is my current focus, so don't hold your breath for this one. Enjoy.

Edit: It's been 5 years or so since I started to write this fanfiction, and I still like the overall idea, but the first few chapters are kinda cringe worthy to me. So I am revamping them a bit. Thank you.

"Did I- did I just..." Virgil mumbled as he pulled away from his best friend Richie.

"Yeah." Richie replied, red in the face.

"So we just..."

Richie swallowed. "Yeah, bro…we just" He swallowed again. "...kissed."

They stared at each other for a moment. Than Virgil looked away. Almost as soon as he did he looked back shocked. "And Pops saw!"

Richie looked as shocked as Virgil. "So what are we supposed to do now?"

Virgil looked down and sighed. "I don't know. I think…" He paused for a long moment then shook his head. "I think I need to think."

Virgil rubbed the back of his neck as Richie walked towards the door. "I hear ya, V. I'll go home. I think you need to talk to your Pops though."

Richie opened the door to leave.

"Yeah. Later, Rich" Virgil said awkwardly.

Richie just looked over his shoulder and smiled as he closed the door.

Virgil made his way to the kitchen where his dad had retreated upon seeing his son kiss his male best friend. He saw his dad sitting at the table with his head in his hands, elbows anchored to the table top.

"Pops, I-" Virgil managed to stammer before his father broke in.

"Virgil, what was that?" The question was slow and deliberate, his voice being eerily calm in light of the emotions Virgil knew were raging through his father's mind.

Virgil looked taken aback. "Pops, I-I..." He sighed. "I don't know. A kiss, I guess."

Robert Hawkins rubbed his temples. "You guess? How can you not know what you just did? What were you thinking?" He looked up to see his son staring at the floor to avoid meeting his eyes.

"Pops, I really don't know. One minute we were watching the Destroyers game, and then when they were in a tight spot...and the winning basket. Then I heard you yelling my name and next thing I knew I was pulling away from Richie... Pops, I'm sorry."

Virgil's dad got up and put his hand on his much smaller sons shoulder. "Virgil, I'm not looking for an apology, I'm looking for an explanation."

Virgil looked up at his father. "Pops, I can't give you that. I have no idea what happened. What I was thinking." He looked down again.

"Did it mean anything?"

Virgil flushed and concentrated on the tile floor, his father with both hands on his shoulders making him feel small. "I... can't say it didn't. I mean," he waved his hands in front of him; "I'm not gay! I still like girls, but Richie's different... it just doesn't feel wrong with him..."

Robert closed his eyes and shook his head. "Son, you know how I feel about this..." He sighed. "Virgil, what are you going to do?"

Virgil turned around facing the door to the living room. He rubbed the back of his neck and looked up at the ceiling. "I don't know, Pops. We haven't talked yet. I don't even know what he thinks about what happened." Virgil heard his dad sit down again, his elbows back on the table.

"You know what will happen if you choose to...to...further your relationship?"

"Yeah, Pops, I know." Virgil left to go up to his room.

He stared at the ceiling for a while contemplating on his best course of action. At the moment he decided that would be to think of nothing and go to sleep, ignoring the fact it was 5:43 in the evening.

Richie lay on his bed staring at the blank, blue wall above his shelves, deep in thought. About Virgil Hawkins of course.

'Okay...so that was…unexpected.' Richie thought. 'I have no idea what happened. We were on the couch, the winning basket was made.' Then they jumped up, 'normal,' they hugged... 'okay so not really weird,' then they kissed... 'that's when it got freaky.'

He didn't mind really. It wasn't like make out kissing, just a quick, little kiss, although more than something casual. He wasn't the one who initiated it. Virgil had kissed him, and apparently without meaning to. He hoped Mr. H was taking things well. He was very understanding, but he was also very into morals and such. Richie knew that if his dad found out, well let's just say he'd rather take his chances fighting Francis in a furnace.

Richie knew what he wanted to do, though. Virgil had been his best friend since first grade and he knew the other teen would understand his feelings. He just loved him. He'd never really thought about it in depth until now. Even now there wasn't much to think about. He had never thought about kissing his best friend, had never really thought about kissing anyone. He was fine with it, but it just wasn't important to him. But it was okay as long as it was V.

Even so he knew what he had to do, or at least try to do. The kiss was so sweet though.

Richie buried his face into his pillow and groaned. Then resolutely took a deep breath.

Now all that was left to do is wait for Virgil's call. Richie wouldn't dare calling Virgil. He was afraid of who might answer the phone and the shock vox, well his at least, was under a series of updates.

Richie decided to get up and finish working on his vox. If there were any trouble he wouldn't want Virgil having to call him on the house phone.

While he was working, Richie couldn't help but think, 'What if Virgil disagrees with my plan? What will we do then? There's no way I can tell my dad. My mom maybe, but not my dad. And then there are the people at school: Frieda, Daisy. Daisy! I hope she wouldn't play a part in this. I can't compete with her! Well…maybe I won't have to…'

Richie had never really had trouble making a decision in his life, but this...this was hard. He knew what his heart wanted, but his mind, his stupid mind. It told him that this was illogical. Just forget about it. They were both guys and both straight, well he was at least, and V liked Daisy. Richie couldn't decide whether he'd rather listen to his heart or his mind. Obviously, his mind was telling him the latter, so that, he thought, would be the best choice, although it really depended on what Virgil wanted.