The next week went by with nothing much usual in the way Shawn dealt with the people at school when they asked him how his weekend was.
" Oh yeah. You know, the usual. three girls a night. two of them fighting over me with the third one coming in and catching us making out. no big deal. Not when you know how to handle them all at once like that."
Some of the guys clapped him on the back when a few girls made faces like he was lying through his hat.
It used to be so easy but ever since that night with Cory, Shawn had been having second thoughts about things involving his best friend.
He had been right. He had had a dream with three beautiful women in it but wasn't quite like he had described to all the people at school.
Shawn had a dream about three people. Himself, Cory and a guy named Taylor. It was a steamy one and he was being fought over, physically it seemed as Cory would pull on his arm and nuzzle his head into his shoulder blade and Taylor would yank him back the other way and then they landed on the bed and- Shawn blushed just thinking about it. Taylor was gone by the time morning came around and he was sweating bad and screaming Cory's name. His brother Jack said he talked in his sleep but Shawn never had any conscience idea about what he said. Jack had recorded it for him once and he realized that he had sounded incredibly stupid when he heard Jack play the tape back for him to listen to.
He really needed to learn how to stop talking in his sleep.
But it was very difficult for Shawn now because Cory's image( and physical body) had started coming up more and more often in Shawn's dreams.
He had to tell him. But out himself to his best friend? He couldn't do that just yet. Not right now. But on the way to English Cory passed him and waved. Looked right at his face and Shawn knew the heat in his cheeks would give him away soon.
But how exactly do you tell your best friend since thirteen that you are in love with him?