Ok... ehm how can i put this? I was actually planning on deleting this story and that was the plan until a friend of mine decided to read it too. And, whilst i'm still wondering whether it was a good idea or not to let him see what i was writing (he is the only one i got the courage to allow to see my works, so far) i am going to finish this. I warn you, though, since i have no real plot for this, i will simply make it finish in the next chapter. Sorry. Also i'm changing the rating from M to T because i don't like the senseless smut. There are plenty of M rated one-shots in this site and if you want to read them, you are completely free to do that.

DIIIISCLAIMER WHICH IS VALID FOR THE PREVIOUS CHAPTERS( IN WHICH FORGOT TO PUT IT ) AND FOR ANY FUTURE CHAPTER IN WHICH I'LL FORGET IT: I OWN NOTHING HERE BUUUT THE PLOT GUYS. GOT IT?

This chapter is officially dedicated to this friend to which i want to say "I hope you like this because i'm doing this only for you. And don't get strange ideas, ok?"

Before he could hear this thoughts into his head he was already at home. "I'll apologize and talk to him tomorrow" he thought before slipping into the bed.

His dreams were filled with images of he and Isaac kissing and he thought that after all it felt… soft.

As soon as the red headed boy awoke from his slumber, his mind flooded with pictures of the night before an of the happenings that took place at Isaac's. He curled himself under the shelter that his rough canvas blankets offered. In a matter of seconds, his unsteady breath started to hitch as his chest rose and lowered again rapidly, his body rapidly approaching the hyperventilation phase.

Why? Why did Isaac have to act like that? It had been…weird! He thought he knew the blonde. Turns out that he didn't know him at all.

"No" he spoke in his mind "Isaac is not like this. It must have been the mead talking. Yeah, that's for sure!"

There couldn't be any other explanation for Isaac's behavior and actions of that night. No way that his blond friend could have said what he said unless he had been drunk. And it was even less possible that he had pulled him down and captured his lips with his owns into a soft, warm kiss…

"Wait… what?!" he trail of thoughts stopped instantly "Soft? Warm? I'm supposed to feel disgusted by this and upset at him, with a terrible flavor on my mouth too, right? Then why am I not?"

What did that mean? He didn't know, but he definitely had to find out.

He sifted the events of the last few hours of that cursed night. They drank and Isaac got hammered. Then he got to help his drunk friend home and into the bed. Lastly, Isaac confessed him his heart and pulled him into a warm kiss.

"Ok, time for some analysis" he thought "Did I actually… like that kiss?"

He didn't know at all, actually! It left him surprised, effectively, and a bit too trembling for his tastes too. And down in the forgotten depths of his stomach it left a weird feeling of longing. So, yes, check. He did like it.

But did he like even the idea of kissing Isaac's anyway? He tried to think about that and, surprisingly to him, he found out that reconnecting their lips wouldn't have upset him the slightest. That left him terrorized for not only he didn't know his friend, but not even himself. That led him to the next question.

Did he have feelings, like those that the blonde felt for him, for Isaac? Not until the previous night.

Did he fear those feelings? He was actually shaking from fear.

Did he want to go deep into the question [ A\N: Ah ah. To go deep into something. ]? Yes, that was for sure.

And above anything else: did he need, want, long to talk to Isaac right in that moment?

There was no time to answer because he was already running back to the other boy's house.

Not that much to comment... except that i'm sorry that i lost my original plan for this story.