Damian. In my room. Again. "Dannyyyyy?" I hear again. My older brother's chocolate brown eyes are staring me in the face. "What do you want, Damian." I plead, suppressing his grudge against me.

He smiles like he's up to something, and walks out.

Should I be worried?

To: whiteoutlines11

From: thereallionking

Subject: Sorry, James

James,

I know how you feel. I see that being outed by your "Evil Older Brother" is the WORST person to be outed by. My own sister outed me. I don't really blame her, but she blurted it out in front of my parents. I TOLD her to keep it a secret.

Here's some clues:

1. My parents are REALLY religious, and they don't support me in my gay-ness.

2. My sister is in grade 3.

3. I love lions.

Feeling Blue For You,

~Mike~

P.S. Guess what I'm eating right now

Staring at my computer makes me feel worse then I already do. Reading his emails makes me feel worse. I decide to suck it up, and email him back.

To: thereallionking

From: whiteoutlines11

subject: Thanks, Mike

I really, really can't thank you enough. I still can't guess who you are, because I'm tired. Emotionally, and physically.

Just wondering, are you going to the dance? I mean, I'd probably just skip, but...ok, this MAY seem a little bit weird, but I'm planning to spy on PJ and Chri-

Never mind. Forget it.

Platonic Love,

James

P.S. Now I'm interested. A baguette? Escargot? German sausages? :)

As soon as I press send, I plan out what I am going to say.

The problem is, I can't seem to get the first sentence started.

So...I was wondering-

Too sappy. Delete.

About that dance...are you wanting to go wit-

Nope. Delete. Delete.

Let me get to the point. I love yo-

Nonononono. Deletedeletedeletedelete.

Maybe I should try a different approach...

To: thereallionking

From: whiteoutlines11

Subject: Dancing Weirdly

Mike,

I don't know what to say. All I know is that I want to meet you. That doesn't mean RIGHT THIS SECOND, but at one point.

*sigh* Michael,

I've never fallen this hard in my entire life. Yeah, I've had some "crushes" but nobody has ever had THIS big of an impact on me.

Um...Let me rephrase the question I asked you before.

Will you go to the dance with me?

It's ok if you already had plans.

Thanks For Your Soul,

James

P.S. Meet me in front of the school tomorrow at 5. (After school, of course.)

P.P.S The dance is at 7, right?

I squeeze my eyes shut, as my fingers hit the key. Refresh. Refresh. Refresh.

The reply pops up.

To: whiteoutlines11

From: thereallionking

Subject: Re: Dancing Weirdly

James,

I couldn't have said it better myself.

*sigh* Daniel,

I love you, too. You don't even know how much I would do.

Of course I'll go to the dance with you...Under one condition.

I get to kiss you.

~Mike~

P.S. Sure.

P.P.S. Yeah.

P.P.P.S. You're gonna look beautiful (Handsome?) no matter what you wear.

I feel my heart soar inside my chest. "He said yes!" I hear the front door creak open, and I poke my head out of my door to see what the commotion is all about.

Damian.