Chapter 2

Riley's POV
"Riley...I-I kissed you back." Peter blurted out.

I focused my eyes on his. "You...You what?" I couldn't quite comprehend what he had just said.

He looked like he regretted telling me. "I kissed you back... I liked it." He whispered. He sunk down against the wall to the pavement. I stared down at him as he put his head in his hands. Wasn't I the one in distress?

I knelt down beside him. I couldn't leave him like this. "Peter." I whispered, as I felt a tear run down my cheek. I didn't get it. I never cried. I thought I would be furious at myself for being a baby, but crying with Peter...I actually began to feel better.

Peter's POV
I looked up at Riley. Why had I told him? To comfort him? I didn't regret telling him, I was too preoccupied worrying about him.

His face was bright red, and tears poured down his cheeks. I had never seen him in so much pain.

"I don't know what I am." He cried. "I'm so messed up. All of these feelings for..." He trailed off.

"Guys?" I asked calmly.

"No!" He yelled. "No. Just...you." He whispered it so softly that I questioned if he even said it.

I looked at him comfortingly, completely forgetting about my own problems. "Riley, it's OK. You don't know what you are yet. You aren't supposed to." I put my hand on his shoulder reassuringly.

"How can you even talk to me, after what just happened?" He bawled.

"I care about you, man...and like I said, it's not like I hated it." I frowned at my choice of words. I glanced over Riley. If I had to have chosen a guy to kiss, he would have to be a great candidate. He was so cute, even while he cried. Wait. Why was I thinking that?

"Peter..." He trailed off. "Peter, I'm gay." He sounded as if he was forcing it out.

"And, you sort of have a crush on me?" Why did I care? Why did I even want to know?

"Yeah." He whispered, before turning even more red.

He had stopped crying. "Look, that's OK." I reassured him, but I didn't have total confidence in my words.

"And I know, you'll never like me back. That's OK too..." He didn't sound completely OK with that though.

"Well, how do you know-..." I cut myself off. I didn't finish my sentence, but he clearly got the message that I accidentally sent. He raised an eyebrow. He just stared at me for a second, making incredibly awkward. I looked down, and started fidgeting with my hands.

"Peter, what do you mean?" He asked curiously, I saw a smile cross his face. I freaked out at the unexpected grin.

"Riley, I don't know now. I thought I was straight, until about ten minutes ago..." I rubbed my neck uncomfortably.

"So, does that mean you weren't lying when you said you 'liked it'?" It amazed me; he could go from drowning in his own tears, to smirking with total confidence at me. He must have really had it bad for me…Wait, what?

I looked up at him. He looked so cocky, like he had just won a game. I gave up on resisting. I slammed my lips into his. Both of our eyes were open. It felt better than I had imagined. His lips were so smooth, and soft. He closed his eyes, and melts away. I followed suit. He moved his hand, to brush my cheek.

I put my hand on his, and pulled away slowly. "Does that answer your question?" I asked after a few seconds of silence.