A/N: Thanks again to my loyal reviewers You all are what keeps me writing
Due to their late night Jason and Tommy had decided not to go to school that morning. Rocky and Adam had brought Billy home early that morning and he was asleep in the den.
Tommy groaned at the bright light that was streaming through the window. He glanced at the clock to see that it was already noon; no wonder his stomach was growling. Deciding that he should probably get up he stretched and pulled his shirt over his head then headed downstairs.
"Morning." Came Billy's voice from inside the den.
"Good afternoon is more like it." Tommy said, stepping halfway into the den. "I thought you'd still be asleep."
"I just woke up not too long ago myself." Billy told him. "Jason is still asleep."
"Are you hungry?" Tommy asked him. "I'm in the mood for pancakes."
"Pancakes sound good." Billy said. "Do you want any help?"
"No thanks." Tommy told him, smiling. "There is one thing you can do, though. You can tell me what in the world you were thinking; why were you trying to walk on your own?"
Billy sighed; he'd known this was coming. "I don't know. Something inside me snapped and the next thing I knew I was waking up in the hospital."
"You don't remember anything that happened before you woke up in the hospital?" Tommy asked him.
Billy shut his eyes tightly, trying to remember. Finally he shook his head. "No. I just remember waking up in the hospital."
Tommy frowned slightly. "Jason said that you told him that you loved me."
"Really?" Billy said, frowning. "I may have said that Tommy but I honestly don't remember."
Tommy nodded and flipped his pancake over before he spoke. "Can I be honest with you Billy?"
"I wouldn't have it any other way." Billy told him.
"Right." Said Tommy, taking a deep breath. "You know that I like you, Billy. Jason and I had a long conversation last night about my feelings and I came to a decision."
"Should I be afraid?" Billy asked warily.
"It depends." Tommy said chuckling. "Billy, I want to be with you. No matter how hard I tried I could not deny my feelings and how I felt."
"What are you saying?" Billy questioned, wanting to make sure his suspicions were being confirmed.
Without answering Tommy set the plate he was carrying with the pancakes on it in front of Billy who was now at the kitchen table. "I'm saying that I want to give us a chance."
"Are you sure? We don't have to do this, Tommy."
Tommy nodded. "I'm sure." He told the other boy. "It's something I've been thinking about for quite awhile now and Jason just helped me fully realize my feelings." He took a bite of his pancakes.
"I didn't know you could cook." Billy said a hint of surprise in his voice.
Tommy chuckled. "My mom taught me." He admitted sheepishly. "She says that every man should know how to cook."
"Tell that to my dad." Billy said, laughing. "After my mom died I swear we ate out every night for about two years."
"My mom told me I either learn how to cook or I fend for myself." Tommy said as Jason walked into the kitchen.
