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I plopped myself down on my bed, hard. I inhaled a deep breath in to try to slow down my pounding heart, which was beating like crazy. Wow. I just—wow. Did tonight really happen? Is any of this even real?

Earlier tonight after the movie Double D and I walked back to the Cul-De-Sak together. The night sky was clear and the stars were shining so bright that Sockhead pointed out a few of the constellations. I acted interested, because I was. Usually I don't care about nerdy shit like that, but if it's important to him then it's important to me. And I like to listen to Sockhead talk.

I'm glad he initiated the conversation, because there was definitely an awkward silence between us before he did. All I could think about was how much I wanted to hold Sockhead's hand while we were walking—again. But I was worried about someone seeing us and I'm sure he was too.

Finally we walked up to the steps of his house.

"Thank you again for a wonderful evening Eddy," he said, grinning like crazy.

"Of course, Sockhead." I said, immediately hugging him. I wanted to kiss him again, but because someone could be watching I didn't. I just hugged him tight and he reciprocated. This hug seemed to last longer than any of our previous hugs over the years; it was more than just a goodbye hug. At least, I thought it was.

"'Night," I said huskily, trying to sound cool.

"Goodnight Eddy," he said opening his door.

I was dizzy walking back to my house. I quietly opened the front door and shut it behind me. I kept my face down, in case someone asked me questions. But no one did. Bro was lifeless on the couch watching TV and my parents were talking in their bedroom. No one noticed me, which was typical. Typical, but tonight it didn't bother me at all.

In fact, someone could tell me that the world was ending tomorrow and I'd be alright with it, 'cept the fact that I wouldn't get to kiss my guy of choice again.

Which is why I quickly laid down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I wanted to relive every second of tonight, especially the kiss. His lips were so soft; not what I was expecting from a guy. And the way he put his arms up on my shoulders- just, damn. I couldn't have asked for tonight to go any better!

Tomorrow is Saturday, so I really, really hope I get to see him. I should, usually I hang out with the guys every weekend. But what if he's freaked out now? Can Sockhead still act normal with me in front of everybody else? Also, how can I get him alone without Monobrow around? Ed is my best friend too, but I don't wanna tell him what happened last night and I doubt D does either. Don't think he's ready for that.

I pinched myself in the shoulder. Nope, still awake. This is crazy. How can something good actually happen to me? I don't know and I don't care. Even if Sockhead does start acting weird after this, at least he was freaking incredible with me tonight. I'll never forget this, ever.

Maybe I'll be able to get some sleep.

SATURDAY MORNING

Knock, knock, knock.

"Mmhhrrff…" I grumbled, not conscious yet.

"It's time to get up Eddy," I heard my mom through the other side of the door. I took my pillow and smushed it ontop of my head, trying to drown her out.

"NO!" I yelled.

"It's 11:15, it's time for you to get up," she kept on. "And you have a guest."

A guest? Suddenly I woke up hearing these words. Would it be Double D? Shit, why didn't Sockhead call first? Now I have to get dressed hella fast.

"'Kay, j-just gimme a sec," I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I took the faster shower of my life and then ran to my closet. I grabbed another yellow shirt and jeans and put them on as fast as I could. I scurried to shave and brush my teeth. Then, I put some product in my hair and did my best to style it without taking too long. Finally, I took a deep breath while I looked at myself. I look pretty damn good for only having about 5 minutes to get ready.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Coming!" I yelled while I walked to the door. I took another deep breath and closed my eyes.

Keep your cool, Eddy.

As soon as I opened the door I felt a huge force bear-hug me and knock me all the way to the ground.

"EDDY!"

"Ed?!" I coughed, trying to get the air back in my lungs.

"Good morning, Eddy!" He said cheerfully, quickly standing up and oblivious to the fact that he knocked the air out of me.

I propped myself up on my right elbow. "Why didn't you call before coming over here?" I spatted.

"It's Saturday, Eddy!" He beamed, obviously in Magical Ed World, not hearing a damn thing I just said.

I slowly got up. "Yeah yeah," I brushed myself off.

A lightbulb went off.

"Say, you haven't heard from Double D, have ya buddy?" I asked as nicely as possible.

"No Eddy he's still asleep," he explained.

"Still asleep?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Ya, I rang his doorbell 22 times and he never got up,"

"Why 22 times?" I asked, but as soon as I said that I knew that was a stupid question to ask Lumpy.

Still asleep, eh? I must've worn him out last night….. Heheheheh!

I chuckled at the thought.

"What's funny, Eddy?"

"N-nothing, Ed," I said. "So, what's up for today?"

"You and me hanging out and being best friends forever, Eddy!"

I facepalmed. Obviously, asking Ed any question is a pretty stupid idea.

"Let's play some video games," I suggested, knowing he'd comply.

"Video games good for Ed!" He said while I gave him a controller. Whenever Monobrow comes over here that's what we typically do. Besides, fighting games are a lot more fun when you're playing against a real person and not the computer.

We played for a good hour. While Lumpy made me laugh, I couldn't stop thinking about Sockhead. I wonder if he's still asleep? Or is he even there at his house? If his parents actually came home for once and took him somewhere, why didn't he tell me beforehand?

Finally I told Lumpy that I had some studying to do. This wasn't true of course. I really wanted to see if Sockhead was home but I wanted to go over there by myself. I consoled Ed by telling him he could call me later today if he wanted to hang out tonight.

As soon as he left, I ran to my room and finished doing my hair. I sprayed some mouth-mint and then some cologne. I wasn't about to see him not looking my best.

When I was finally on his front doorstep, I felt my heart beating retardedly fast again, which was making me nervous. I wiped away the nervous sweat on my forehead and rang his doorbell. God, I hope he's home and he's up.

I waited. And I waited. Maybe it was only 45 second, but it felt like an eternity to me. What if he was looking through the windows and didn't want to talk to me? What if he's so freaked out about last night that he's cutting everyone off? What if is gone for the whole weekend? What if h—

The door finally opened.

"Greetings Eddy,"

There stood Double D, wearing jeans and his favorite orange sweater over his red t-shirt. His expression was pleasant but he didn't have the crazy grin on that he had last night.

"Uh, h-hi Sockhead…." I felt more sweat rolling down on my face. Fuck, why was I so cool last night but I'm falling apart today?

He stood there, studying me with his big brown eyes. After a second or two he put his hand over his mouth and giggled, I guess at my awkwardness.

Shit.

"You may enter if you wish Eddy," he opened the door wider and gestured. I stepped in, my heart still almost paralyzing me.

Instead of going to his room like we usually do, my taller friend sat on the couch in the family room, in front of a coffee table covered with sticky notes. I sat next to him but gave him space.

"So, uh…" I grasped for something to say. "Your parents are gone, right?"

"That is correct,"

"That's cool."

Silence. By now my heart was beating so loud I swore Double D could hear it too.

"Look Sockhead, I'm really sorry if I—"

"Eddy, it is not necessary to act any different—"

We both started talking at the exact same time.

I laughed nervously, scratching the back of my head. He giggled.

"You first," I said.

"No Eddy, I permit you to speak first."

"Nah Sockhead, you can go."

"Eddy, I insist."

I took a deep breath.

"I uh, I hope everything's still cool with me and you," I said, running a hand through my styled hair.

"I mean, if it's not— wait. What I'm tryna say is if I did anything that made you uncomfortable last night, I'm sorry," I paused. "I just hope you ain't gonna hold it against me."

Sockhead stared at me again with those eyes, studying me with a serious expression. He wasn't *exactly* smiling. He looked puzzled, confused, and a bit surprised.

"I mean, we're still friends, right Sockhead?"

After a second, he just burst out in this historical laugh, which was totally unexpected.

"Hey, what's so funny?" I asked, starting to get offended.

"Ha ha ha! It's you, Eddy! Hee hee!"
"Me?"

"Indeed, you! Ha ha ha!"

I crossed my arms and leaned back into the couch.

"There ain't nothing that is funny about this right now," I frowned.

"Come now Eddy, I mean no offense to you, hee hee," he said, trying to contain himself.

"It's just how convoluted you are,"

I raised an eyebrow. "Convo—what?"

"Convoluted Eddy," he repeated. "In other words, you are quite a complex individual."

"What's that have to do with what happened last night?!" I was irritated.

"Why, your character being convoluted certainly has everything to do with last night," he sat up more straight. "Allow me to explain. We've known each over for a good 12 years, correct?"

"I guess, yeah."

"You have always presented yourself as someone who is level-headed, strong-willed, and does not worry about anything. But the truth is, you're quite the opposite."

Again, he was psycho- analyzing me and dodging the subject, which was pissing me off.

"So I'm lame, weak, and worry all the time like you, is that what you're saying?" I huffed.

"Not necessarily," he said. "But you certainly worry and care a lot more than you let on,"

"So?" I spatted. "Look, I just wanna know one thing, Sockhead. Are we cool or not?"

"By 'cool' I would assume that you are asking if I took any offense to us kissing last night, is that correct?"

I nodded.

"Why of course I didn't Eddy. I granted you permission before, do you not remember?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"Then why, may I ask, are you so nervous and concerned about it today?"

I shrugged. "I dunno. Thought maybe you would later change your mind or something, I guess."

Sockhead smiled sweetly and tilted his head to the side. He reached out and grabbed my left hand with his right hand.

"Eddy, why would I change my mind overnight?" He gently squeezed my hand, reassuringly. "This is what I was referring to. You put on an alpha-male façade but deep down, you are quite sensitive and romantic."

I felt my face flush really fast.

"Yeah well," I started. "I just came over here to make sure you were okay. That's all."

"As you can see, I am perfectly fine," he said.

"Good!" I huffed.

Again, there was another weird silence.

"Oh yeah, and Lumpy said you were asleep this morning," I added. "Another reason I came over here."

"Oh dear, I should telephone Ed and let him know that I overslept. I don't want him worrying about me,"

"I don't think he's worried," I said. "We played videos games for awhile. He's fine."

Double D's expression changed to a more stoic one.

"Eddy?"

"Yeah?"

He cleared his throat.

"Did you tell Ed about…..?"

"Oh GOD no!" I snapped. I noticed his eyes widened.

"I mean, I don't think Lumpy's ready for that, ya know."

"Agreed."

Whew.

Damn, these awkward silences are started to get on my nerves!

"Hey, Sockhead?"

"Yes, Eddy?"

"C'mere." I said, leaning forward.

Sockhead blushed and complied. Next thing I know, we were picking up right where we left off last night in the theatre, with our tongues dancing and our breathing heavy. I was quick to hold him close while our kisses got longer and more fervent, and I could feel his fingernails dig into my back. I hunched over him and helped him lay down on the couch. To be on top of the guy I like and making out with him is totally awesome! What was even more awesome were the light moans I heard him make. They only got louder while I kissed his ears, then moved down to his neck. I kept going lower. Now I know I've seen Double D shirtless before in the past, but not recently. And I just want to kiss him more, everywhere. I sat up on top of him and unbuttoned his sweater. Next I took off his red t-shirt. Hmm, he had gained some weight and muscle since I last seen him shirtless! I rubbed my hands all over his bare chest before I returned back to laying completely on top of him. Then, I continued to explore his mouth with my tongue. Double D was kissing and moaning in return as his hands continued to feel all over my back. I jumped a bit when I felt his hands going under my shirt and touch my stomach. Next thing I know, he's trying to pull my shirt over my shoulders to take it off.

Fuck.

"I, uh…." I abruptly sat up and dismounted him, sitting next to his feet. "I'm not ready for that yet, Double D."

I groaned on the inside. Shit, I sound so gay right now! But it was the only thing I could come up with.

"Now how is that hardly fair, Eddy?" Sockhead asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Whaddya mean?"

"I am completely topless whilst you refuse to do the same!" He was sitting up now with a very irritated expression on his face.

"Well I uh…" Shit. I don't know what to say to argue with that.

"It's complicated," I said, desperately.

"Complicated?" He was still irritated. "Really, Eddy?"

Shit. I do not want to piss him off at all.

"Ya know what, you're right. You can put your shirt back on if ya want Sockhead," I gave in. "But I don't wanna stop kissing you." I paused. Then I added, "I don't ever want to stop kissing you."

With that he slowly put his t-shirt back on. "Understood. Perhaps we are moving a tad fast. After all, I have never kissed anyone like this before," his brown eyes were so big and serious, I couldn't help but smile at how endearing he was.

"Yeah, so, uh, where were we? Before I took of your shirt." I chuckled. "That's right. We were right here."

I leaned forward and kissed his lips softly and it didn't take long for our tongues to start dancing again. Not getting in a tight embrace this time, I couldn't help myself but to put my hands under his shirt and feel his stomach. Hopefully as long as I don't take his shirt off this time, Sockhead won't mind. Meanwhile, his hands continued to explore. My face, my shoulders, my chest, my arms. Eventually his hands met my hands, and we were making out just holding hands for a second. Then, before I even knew was he was doing, I felt his hands move up over on top of my wrists. Then he quickly put his hands under the sleeves of my shirt and moved them upward on my forearms.

I jumped up when he touched a couple of my scabs.

"HEY!" I yelled, yanking my sleeves down.

"Eddy, what was that? On your arm, it didn't feel right—"

"NOTHING!" I yelled. I was standing, now hovering over Double D who was still sitting on the couch.

"Ya can't just feel me up however ya want, Double D!" I barked.

"It was certainly more than nothing Eddy," he stood up, not intimidated by my yelling. "I insist that you remove your shirt and show me what you're hiding this instant,"

I felt my heart drop to my stomach.

"I already told you, I'm not ready for that!" I yelled.

For a second Sockhead looked like he was going to argue back, but instead his face softened. His eyes went from angry to sad.

"Eddy," he said softly. "Don't you realize that you can tell me anything?" With that he gently squeezed both of my hands.

His eyes had me paralyzed, as well as him holding my hands right in front of me. I so badly want to tell him everything. If anyone deserves to know the truth, it's him. He's always been there for me. And maybe he already has figured it out, anyways. I felt myself choke and my sight became watery.

"Double D," I choked out. "I…."

"Yes, Eddy?"

I took a deep breath. The tears were about to fall.

"I gotta go," I said while I turned around and went straight to his front door. I slammed the door behind me and ran as quickly as I could back to my house, tears running down my face.