A/N: Sorry for the Long wait between Chapters, I won't even make promises about the next installment due to School and Working starting up again. Please Rate and Review so I know if you all like the story, I really hope you do! Now back to Darren's POV.

How did I get to this point? One of my best friends just walked in on me making out with my boyfriend when, for all he knew, I was completely straight. This is definitely not how I wanted to tell him about the most amazing person I have ever dated.

"Okay," Joey broke the silence, "since you haven't said a thing since you muttered the word 'shit' and sank into the sofa, I'm just going to talk at you. When was the last time you were home?" His speech took on the tone of a lecture, and a slightly angry, annoyed one at that. "This place looked like the StarKid House after the End of Finals Party of 2010, and the stickiness level of the cups indicate it had been untouched for over 24 hours. The bedroom is in even worse shape, and no matter how big that bed is, I will definitely be sleeping on the couch tonight. Gross!"

This was not going well at all. This was a lot of information to take in so quickly, but Joey just kept ranting. "As for whatever was just happening here…" Oh no, I don't even want to hear this. I don't think I could handle Joey not approving of my relationship. "Way to go!" His tone completely changed, and the smile returned to his face. "I assume the two of you were the cum-filled tornado that tore through the bedroom. I feel like I should get you a cake that says "Congrats on the Sex!'"

I let out an involuntary chuckle as my face turned bright red, "That's it? That's all you have to say?"

"What? Am I supposed to be shocked?"

"Well, yeah! I thought I was completely straight, up until recently, so I don't get why you have no comment about the gender of my new beau."

"Well, for one, I know you are too much a hopeless romantic to let something like gender get in the way of a great relationship. Two, you have gushed about Chris during every phone call since you started the show. Three, you are pretty much perfect for each other, and I don't know why you didn't propose to him the day you met. And four, I saw the kiss, and you aren't nearly a good enough actor to pull of that smile. That was completely real; he slipped you tongue, didn't he?"

"Hey, I am a good actor!" I said somewhat defensively, "…but yeah, there was tongue."

Joey just laughed. "I know, I just wanted to get a rise out of you."

"I'm really glad you're here. I've missed all of the Michigan gang; it's just not the same out here."

"Actually, that's kind of why I am here."

"Are you moving to LA?" I almost screamed.

"Well, I'm graduating in May, and I don't think my career will go very far if I stay in Michigan. So I came out here to go apartment hunting." I jumped up from my seat and grabbed Joey's hand. I dragged him behind me as I hustled over to the bedroom. "No, I am not going in there! I already saw the bedroom!"

"Don't worry, I'm not taking you to the bedroom; I'm taking you there." I pointed to the small door next to my bedroom.

"I don't want to go in your closet. Plus, you just came ou…"

I cut him off, "don't go for the cheap laugh, you're better than that." I cracked a smile before returning my attention to the door. I turned the doorknob and led Joey inside.

"Oh my God, why do you have a giant empty room in your apartment?" We stood within a bedroom, only slightly smaller than my master bedroom.

"It's a second bedroom. I had planned to use it as a guestroom, but I never got around to decorating due to my hectic filming schedule. Although, I think it might serve better as a bedroom for a new apartment mate."

Joey just kind of stared at the open space, spinning in circles as he took in the size of the room. This space was about three times the size of his current bedroom, so I can only imagine what he is thinking. "No, I can't."

"What? Why not?" That was definitely not the response I was expecting.

"It's too small."

"How is this room small?"

"I guess it could work, but we would have to get a queen size bunk bed."

"I'm not sure they even make those, but I don't see why you would need a bunk bed that big."

"I'm far too old and mature to sleep on a twin size bed, so it must be a queen bed. In addition, we certainly can't fit two queen beds in this room comfortably, and I am not sharing my new bed with Joe, because he snores; therefore, we need a bunk bed."

"Joe Walker?"

"Yeah, didn't I mention that he was moving out here too? Also, I looked into it once, and they do make queen size bunks."

"No, you didn't mention Joe. But that would be totally fucking awesome to have you both as roommates!"

We spent the next few hours discussing the logistics of our new proposed living situation as I tackled the mess, formerly known as my bedroom, and washed my sheets. Joey even texted Joe, "Queen size bunk bed?" To which he got the enthusiastic response, "!"

After a long day, I finally had a clean bed, and Joey was set up on the couch. As I emptied my pockets and prepared myself for bed, I looked at my phone for the first time in hours. The lone text message read, "Sorry I bailed before. I thought you might need some alone time with Joey. It's crazy how much I already miss you. Call me when you can :)"

I finished stripping and climbed into my bed. Oh, how I love clean sheets day. I then pressed my finger over Chris' name in my phone contacts and trapped the phone between my ear and the pillow; I was now prepared to talk until exhaustion consumed us both, and we gave into sleep.

Chris answered on the first ring, "I love you."

"I love you too."

A/N: Sorry for a shorter chapter, hopefully the next one will be a little longer. Again, please rate and review! I love to see your feedback.