DICK:

I open my mouth to…say something, anything! But no sound leaves my lips.

Instead I stare at his tanned shoulders, his smooth back, and…his bum. As well as his smooth shaven legs, but…all attention is stolen by his rear end.

"Ah-hem!" I finally say, my voice raspy and my eyes still wide.

Curtis jumps and turns around in shock.

I immediately gasp and lift my hands to my eyes before they can see anything…this results in my towel falling.

I turn to face the door in desperate attempts to hide myself.

"Richard." He mumbles. I hear shuffling and my bed springs squeaking before he sighs. "Here." He whispers.

I feel something soft wrap around my waist and I immediately close my hands around the protection that's been given to me.

It's my blanket.

"Are you dressed?" I ask softly.

"Yeah. It's no big deal you know. I mean we're both guys."

"I'd rather not see my childhood friend's manhood." I hear myself mutter as I make my way over to my dresser and pull out a pair of briefs.

"Well I didn't want to see your butt, but I endured it." He says with a chuckle.

"You could have looked away." I feel myself blush as I pull on the underwear.

"Kind of hard when I'm walking towards you." He says and sits on the bed.

"Whatever you say." I find a pair of jeans and tug them on before starting to look for a shirt.

"I'm being serious Richard." He chuckles and shakes his head. "How about we forget this happened?"

"Good idea."

"Boys! Dinner!" I hear Charles call from downstairs.

"Coming!" Curtis shouts back and stands from the bed. "Come on."

After pulling on a shirt I follow him downstairs.

Bruce and Charles are setting the table, talking about weather or something.

"It's been a lot hotter than usual." Bruce mutters.

"It's all those factories form the city." Charles responds and sets down spoons.

"Are you two still on that?" Curtis asks with a shake of his head.

Dinner is peaceful and nice. Mashed potatoes, turkey, and some Mac n cheese are accompanied by peach cobbler and milk.

"That was great Bruce." Charles says with a smile as he helps me clear the table.

"Milk was amazing." Curtis calls from his position as dish washer.

"You always say that." Bruce chuckles.

"The milk is always amazing!" Curtis defends and smiles cheekily. "Hey dad? There's a get together down at the lake tonight. The team's gonna be there. You think maybe I can go? I can take Richard." Curtis says after a short silence.

"I don't see why not. As long…as it's okay with Bruce of course." Charles says with a smile.

I watch Bruce look form Curtis to me with a small smirk before nodding.

"Richard, if you want to go you're allowed to." He says.

"Great! I'll be back in an hour." Curtis says and places the last dish to dry.

"I'll stay with Bruce." Charles calls as his son runs out.

I stand there in shock.

What just happened?

… … … … … … … … … … … … … …

I end up getting dressed in a red flannel shirt and blue jeans.

My hair is combed and my boots are on by the time Curtis walks back into the house.

He's wearing his letterman jacket over a black T-shirt. His hair is glossy and perfectly combed back.

"Ready?" He asks me. I only nod and we head towards the door.

"Don't stay out too late!" Bruce calls out.

"Don't worry Bruce, I'll take care of him!" Curtis calls back and opens my door for me.

"Thanks." I say.

We drive for close to an hour, the radio off and the windows down.

The night air is cool and I look up at the stars with a smile.

I look forward when I hear loud music. In the distance, I can hear voices, smell food, and see a bonfire.

"We're here." Curtis says with a small smile.

After he shuts off the truck, I follow him through the crowd.

They're all the same for the most part.

All of the guys are wearing letterman jackets.

Some have a football beside the large C over their left breast; others have a soccer ball or a basketball, or any kind of ball really.

I spot some with music notes and…then I see him.

Kevn.

He's sitting with some other kids that have music notes on their jackets and he's smiling.

Most girls are wearing uniforms.

Some are cheerleading, other are flag line.

The last group of girls are all in red or yellow shirts and black skirts.

"It's the monthly bonfire. Only athletes and band geeks are invited. It's tradition." Curtis tells me over the music.

I only nod and keep following him over towards the fire.

I keep looking around and spot Marry along with Ann.

Curtis walks into a crowd and…I'm too short to keep track of him.

By the time I'm out of the large group I've lost Curtis and no matter which way I look I can't find him.

So…let's start a game shall we? Along with every chapter from now on, I'll be asking a question. The person with the response I enjoy reading the most will not only get a dedication chapter but you'll also get to read the chapter before anyone else.

This chapter's question:

June is the month in which Name Your Poison day falls on. This term is often used to make someone make a choice between two or more things. So, you're question is:

Dream superhero spouse. How/where would you meet and how would he/she introduce themselves?

There's many superheroes as well as many places.

Name Your Poison.