The euphoria lingered there, mingling in their state of awe. Both caught in the moment, savoring the fleeting pleasure even in sharing warm, gentle breaths between them. Shock fumbled through their minds; both reeling, both tinkering with the imminent implications of what they'd done. Why'd he do it? Why'd he let him do it? It never occurred to either that the night would end up like this, but for one, he seemed to need this connection more than anything else, and the other was just tired of everything.

Emerald eyes lock onto emerald eyes. The other's breathing steady and calm beneath him grants him assurance. Zig smirks and chuckles to himself.

"You taste like chocolate." his heart beat betrays the satisfied smile across his lips.

"And you taste like kool-aid," that lopsided grin melts away any remaining inhibition, apprehension draining from Zig's extremities. Eli relaxes by moving his hands to rest behind his head, exhaling softly, lazily.

"Watermelon. My favorite."

How they came to kissing, neither knew, nor were either ashamed of the affection. Zig had a certain respect for Eli that only grew the more he heard about him. Driving a hearse, crashing said hearse for a crush, struggling with bipolarism all the while standing up for despairing victims when no one else would - Zig found all these admirable. That's all he thought it was, just the sort of infatuation younger people bloom when they find a hero to look up to. After Whisper Hug's performance, Eli intercepted a depressed looking Zig looking to recruit the band for a scene in Romeo and Jules. It lightened his dismal mood after his friends caught him stealing...somewhat. Then they started talking. Zig never new Eli could shred with the best of them, skateboard or otherwise. Every new topic became a connecting point - style of clothing, favorite video games, comic book superheroes. Granted they came upon an impasse on the subject of Batman vs. Spiderman...

Then Eli offered him an invite for a Friday night of Horror films and zombie video games.

Then Zig found out about Eli's deceased girlfriend. Zig tried patching a bruise with another, mulling over his family's financial predicament. Emotions bled as he confessed to losing his friends over a stupid mistake all because he only ever wanted to give her everything. Eli couldn't help but comfort him. He'll get over it. New friends will come, and perhaps the old ones will return once they've forgiven you. If he can deal with the chemicals over-influencing his brain, then Zig definitely could find happiness again.

Then they locked eyes.

Then Zig took a chance, his heart beating in his throat. Their lips connected, soft plain lips flavored with their last sugary midnight snack. Indescribably the best kiss he'd ever experienced, Tori couldn't compare. Eli accepted the kiss with his wicked lips, Zig heating up as he dared push for entrance, entranced by Eli's expert movements. Zig had no trouble keeping up, pushing Eli further back as he began to dominate the kiss. Their movements were slow and deliberate, Eli's hand caressing Zig's cheeks as he allowed himself to be laid down on his own bed, Zig's arms on either side of the lithe-yet-solidly-built senior.

It happened quickly, in a moment where everything was perfect, but nothing was certain.

They loved every idiosyncrasy of the moment.

"So...what are we going to do?" Zig asks. They've been sitting together on the edge of Eli's bed, smiling like two dweebs in a pod, "Are we like...?"

"Well. I'll probably be murdered a thousand deaths by the notorious Clare Edwards..." Eli looks downcast, his emerald orbs seem distant, contemplating this sudden occurance.

"I mean, I have a gay best friend. I never thought I might be attracted to guys though," Zig mulls.

"Yeah, I've been known to turn some heads," Eli jokes, earning a chortle and a smile from Zig.

"This is serious," he says giving him a light tap on the shoulder, "I thought I really liked Tori. I was into her. Now I'm kissing a guy? What the hell?"

Eli frowns. He's in the same predicament except worse. Truthfully, he doesn't know what the hell he's going to do either.

"Things aren't always black and white, and neither is your sexuality. I hate to rely on some cheesy cliche, but it's true; you are probably just bisexual like me. Able to emotionally connect regardless of sex."

"So you always knew...?"

"Haha, nope. I just found out today." Eli gives him a knowing smirk as he turns to face him. His hair is a perfect mess of raven strands, his eyes are a startling forest-y, emerald-y, green, and his smooth skin is wrinkled in happy curvy lines. Zig still hasn't grasped what this all means, how he can suddenly like a guy and feel perfectly okay with himself, how he just got to know and kissed possibly the coolest, most laid back guy in Degrassi, all in a single night. Reality hadn't sunk in; he was too drunk on something much greater than admiration.

"So how'd it feel being dominated by a niner?" Zig asks with a triumphant smirk.

"Shut up," Eli retorts, shoving a pillow in his face.

A/N: It's a bit outlandish, and kind of OOC, I guess. These two don't really interact in the show, so I made up something where they do.

This is a prologue, is what I'm thinking, although I could turn into a oneshot if I'm not feeling up to finishing.