Hello, people out there! I'm not sure how much time passed from my last chapter, but here's another one. Hope you will enjoy! I don't own anything.

Opening my eyes was hard because I immediately realized that the large bed wasn't mine. I heard another person's breathing, could feel a light touch of feet against my shin. I never, ever wanted to wake up.

Jay's sleeping face wasn't a surprise. It was a horrible mistake, but not surprising in the least. I should have known that in the end my actions always have consequences. Usually Jay was the one that helped me clear everything up. But now he was sleeping and I was afraid that forgiving me after everything would be impossible for him.

In some twisted way it wasn't even strange. The first porn I've ever seen was with Jay. It seemed only reasonable that my first sexual action would be with him. Well, we didn't really have actual intercourse, just 'helped each other out', but still it was a bit too much. I had to…

I had to get away.

I managed to get to my house without any problems. My mother was furious because 'she phoned like one hundred times! I haven't been home for the night!'. I tried explaining that I had spent the night at Jay's and not blush madly at the same time. I failed miserably.

Fortunately my mom gave me multitude of household chores. I didn't even have time to worry about anything else.

By lunch time I had almost forgot about my problems. Of course mum just had to spoil it.

"Why hasn't Jay been here for a week?" she asked matter-of-factly.

"He was sick." I said swallowing my food.

"I trust he is fine now? It must have been infectious if you didn't visit him."

"He's fine. Just a bit tired."

"You should get hold of copies of lessons for him. That poor child. Thankfully he has a good friend like you."

I started to feel that annoying pressure in my gut. Something that felt a lot like guilt.

"I remember how unsure he was as a child." My mother said with a gentle smile. "He couldn't believe he could have a friend. He used to follow you around, like he was afraid you will run away the moment he stops looking at you. That was so sweet, but I'm glad he isn't like this now. He can rely on your friendship."

Ah, my lovely mum. Always knows how to make me hate myself.

"I'm not hungry" I said standing up from the table. "I'm going to Jay's."

"But you haven't finished…"

"I'll do everything tomorrow, I promise."

I run the short distance to Jay's house but stopped before the door, all my certainty disappearing. I started second guessing myself.

Jay was there. Completely alone. Unsure if he lost a friend. How would I feel if I woke up in bed seeing the other person left me? A person that I love and trust?

Oh fuck, I'm a horrible human being.

I reached for the handle and was surprised the doors were open. Jay never left them open, he was always very careful. I took is as a bad sign.

I went up to his room. There he was, sitting on his bed, looking down with a blank stare. It looked like he haven't moved since morning.

"Jay, have you at least eaten something?" my voice was breaking. He didn't acknowledge my presence.

"Jay, I'm sorry." I sat down before him, but he was still not looking at me.

"Get out." He said emotionlessly.

"Jay, please…"

"Get. Out."

"Jay…"

"I said get out!" his fist were shaking, but he still kept a blank face.

"I know I hurt you. I should have never left you. I imagine that you must be in a swirl of emotions right now. I'm sorry! I just got scared. But I won't run away anymore."

He finally looked at me. I wanted him to give me a mad stare or shout at me. But he smiled. Smiled in that painful and fake way, that expressed pity. I felt he wasn't pitying me, but himself.

"I understand. After last night I'm satisfied. You don't have to touch me anymore. Now, please get out."

I went out onto the street. Didn't manage to catch his reaction when I left in a hurry. I was looking through the streets and soon I found my destination.

When I returned, he was already forming the words 'get out', but stopped mid-sentence.

"What is that?" he asked surprised.

"Silly, you can see it's a hot-dog." I said moving my hand with the food higher.

"I know, but why?"

"Because you like hot-dogs." I answered simply.

"Do you think you can bribe me with a hot-dog?" he said half scandalized, half amused.

"I don't know. Can I?"

"No."

I sat on his bed again. He raised up his knees in a defensive manner.

"Say 'ahh'." I said trying to stuff the thing into his mouth.

"N…" I used my chance when he stated answering. With his mouth differently occupied I could calmly talk to him.

"I'll never leave you. No matter what you do. It's all my fault and I'll do anything to recompense all the mental damage it causes you to suffer." I noticed his arms were shaking. "Shh, it's alright."

He angrily stuffed the hot-dog in my mouth. "I'm not crying, idiot! I'm just so mad I think I am able to kill you right now."

"So, do you accept my hot-dog of agreement?" I said smiling.

"I do. Moron."

I gently placed the hot-dog back in his mouth and started biting the other end, looking straight into his glaring eyes.

I think this whole 'going-out' thing could work out for a while.

Well, it wasn't very long. I just felt incredibly bored and wrote it.

Review, it depends on you how quickly I'll write another chapter.

Also 'Winter is coming' xD (although it's already snowing here, but I guess it's not winter if it isn't at least -9).