I had decided to keep quiet about my recent hospital visit. Based on what I had been told it seemed that I actually had come pretty close to death, mostly due to not breathing properly… It was unlikely I would ever find a good time to bring up that I had almost died and that it had been entirely my fault.

Besides, coming back to school was supposed to be a happy thing; I wasn't going to ruin that.

Wyatt was waiting for me when I got back, standing by the front door of our building with Avery, who he had told me had flown back the day before. Emile and Henri would be here sometime after dinner.

Right now I seldom noticed anyone else in front of me, though. I couldn't even hide behind my normal resting bitch face as he sprinted to where I was walking toward him, wrapping his arms tightly around my neck.

Since the article about us came out I had been more wary about displaying affection in public, but I still hugged him back tightly. Fuck I had missed him…

"You owe me!" He smirked, smacking me playfully on the chest. "I had to spend winter break by myself because of you."

I really did feel bad about that. Getting suspended hadn't been my intention.

"Actually, you owe me. You were in the process of getting me high when that whole thing happened. I had to spend an entire week with my father completely sober, I think I'm the one who drew the short stick."

Both of those things were lies. I had only managed to make it through four days with my father and by the end of day four I was most certainly not sober. I was about as not sober as one could be.

"Short dick is more like it. You'll get your fix, we're supposed to be getting our permission slips for Shibuya on Monday. I wanna make a plan right away for what we want to do once we ditch the chaperons, Avery is trying to get a fake ID. He's a pretty generic looking white kid, if he can find a lost drivers license of a blond I don't think anyone will question it."

"You're a generic looking white kid." I reminded him. "Besides, Avery looks like he's about thirteen, there's no way he'll be able to convince anyone he's twenty one."

"I mean, we could try and find someone to make us some so that we can use our actual picture, but I think that can get pricey and after one of my moms country club friends asked her about our article I'm not exactly in what I would call the best place in regards to asking my parents for extra cash."

"Aren't your parents loaded?" I asked.

"Aren't yours?"

"Parent. No mom, remember?"

I also had absolutely no idea if my father had inherited anything from my grandfathers estate, I don't think they were what one would refer to as in each others lives.

My phone went off in my pocket, startling me just slightly.

Have a good first day back tomorrow. -Dad

It honestly kinda weirded me out when he referred to himself as my dad instead of my father, even though I slipped up from time to time as well. A dad is a person who actually cares for, raises and loves his children. He was just the deadbeat my mom had somehow been talked into marrying. Maybe I could take a DNA test or something, if I was lucky it might come out that he wasn't even my real father and the fact that we shared a pigment disorder was merely a coincidence.

Weirder things have happened.

I decided to ignore him instead of retaliating, putting my phone back in my pocket and giving Wyatt one more hug.

"Did you seriously have to share a room with your five year old brother?" He chuckled, pulling me toward the building so that we could go inside.

"That part wasn't a big deal. I mean outside of him waking me up at three in the morning and trying to get me to pull his tooth out."

"Kids are weird. When Dia and Toby were toddlers they communicated with each other by meowing like cats. They could also never be left alone for even a second or there would be some kind of mess to clean up."

He made me feel thankful that Riku was at least school aged and not younger. He was a ball of energy but he didn't seem to get into much mischief. The most chaos I had seen from him was the tantrum he threw when our father told him that he couldn't take a bath with me and I can't say much about that because Wyatt probably would have thrown one too.

"He made me look at baby pictures of myself with him."

"Please tell me you brought one. If we put that online I'm sure our article will be old news within a second."

I elbowed him, smirking slightly while trying to hide my current thoughts enough where they would stay off of my face. No one other than Tyson and some of Haru's gang had even said anything to me about the article. I got some looks from classmates but I think I was slowly building a reputation as someone who wasn't to be fucked with. Not even my case workers had asked me about it.

"The last thing I need is even more internet fame."

Avery shoved his way between us, putting a hand on one of each of our shoulders and attempting to use our bodies to hold him while he swung between us like an idiot.

"If you had to share a room with a five year old, does that mean you haven't whacked off in a week? Wyatt, this just might be your lucky day."

Sticking his foot out to the side, Wyatt tripped him, not bothering to even acknowledge it when he face planted on the floor in front of us. I wasn't even particularly embarrassed by the statement since I was used to Avery being a pervert by now.

His assumption wasn't wrong, though. I hadn't touched myself in over a week and my hormones had noticed, making me wish that I could go back to before school started, when I used to rarely even get aroused. Sometimes the only reason I wouldn't let Wyatt sleep in my bed with me when he asked was because I wanted to be alone so that I could masturbate.

Hey, I'm still a teenage boy after all.

Now that I was back, Wyatt felt extremely tempting… I knew he would do it if I asked him. He had made that very clear. I knew I wanted it, but how the hell does that even come up in a conversation? Besides, I never wanted him to feel like I was using him for anything. If I wanted to take that step I wanted to do something to him too… I mean I was nowhere near ready to actually try and suck his dick or anything, but I thought about touching it. I mean it's just a hand job, it's not a lot different than touching yourself. I could probably handle jacking him off.

"Do you realize that was probably the longest amount of time we've spent apart since school started?" Wyatt asked me, slipping his hand into mine while we walked and ignoring Avery yelling at us from a few feet back. "I think I started getting a bit too used to you always being around."

It was the same thought I had when I was at my fathers. My main purpose in life when it came to human contact was to have as little of it as humanly possible, but now even months later I still craved Wyatt's physical affection. He was the only person I ever went out of my way to spend time with.

"That's because you spent the first month of school stalking me." I smirked. "I probably don't even really like you, it's probably just Stockholm Syndrome."

He giggled, unlocking the door to his room and pulling me inside, clearly a bit annoyed that Avery was still following us.

"So we need to make a field trip plan." He stated, pulling a spiral notebook out of his backpack. "I wanna figure out how many bars and clubs in the area don't care if you're underage, I also wanna see what kind of drugs we can snag."

"You guys are not buying street drugs." I told him with a roll of the eyes. "No offense, but you're both idiots."

"It's not like we haven't done it before." He shrugged, causing me to look at Wyatt with more judgment on my face than originally intended.

He's done street drugs? What kind?

He was blushing now, partly avoiding eye contact and smirking shyly. It wasn't what I would call a face of regret so much as what I would call regret that he had been called out. He had to have known I wouldn't be cool with it. Given I was being a huge hypocrite, I had taken a handful of pills only a few nights ago without even knowing what they were.

"You'll have fun." He said quietly. "I promise. Besides, we aren't going to make you do anything you don't want to do."

"Speak for yourself," Avery laughed. "I'm spiking the punch bowl."

Okay come on, why the hell would a field trip involve a punch bowl? He was clearly fucking with me now.

"I'd love to be able to go clubbing or to a rave or something." Wyatt continued. "I don't know what the chances of it working would be, though. Imagine taking acid or shrooms and hitting up a club."

"That actually sounds horrifying." Avery laughed.

I had never done hallucinogens but I still couldn't help but agree with him, that shit did sound terrifying.

"How have neither of you been arrested yet?" I asked, half joking.

"You don't know my history, for all you know I have."

I raised a confused eyebrow, not knowing if he was kidding or not. I hadn't thought much about what kind of student he had been before coming to Japan, but I was pretty sure you couldn't get accepted into an exchanged program if you had a juvi record.

"Anyway," Avery continued. "Do either of you want to help me unpack?"

"I'm not touching anything in your suitcase without rubber gloves." Wyatt laughed. I'm pretty sure he was partly serious, though. I also couldn't say I disagreed with him.

"You just want me to leave you and Kai alone so that you can give him a Welcome Back blowjob."

I blushed, hoping he hadn't actually said anything like that when I was gone.

Wyatt's face had also turned a light shade of pink and he adjusted his pants slightly, changing the position he was sitting. Was he aroused?

"Just go unpack your cum socks." He smirked with a roll of the eyes. Avery smacked him playfully as he got up, waving us both off before leaving the room.

We were alone now… and it took every ounce of strength that I had inside of me not to immediately jump him. I was honestly kind of disgusted with myself. Ever since getting back to school I couldn't even look him in the eye without having a physical reaction in my pants. What was wrong with me?

"I missed you." Wyatt said shyly, scooting himself closer to me and slipping his hand into mine. I rested my head on his shoulder, trying to ignore the intensity of my heart beating out of my chest. Realistically it hadn't actually been long since we had seen one another, a week was hardly any time at all. I had gone close to a year without seeing my team before and had no issue with it, yet a week without Wyatt felt like an eternity and being alone together now felt awkward and erotic.

We sat like that for awhile, just feeling the weight of each others bodies without speaking much. Still, it didn't take long for Wyatt to get up off of the ground, running his fingers through my hair and pulling his dresser open.

I knew he was probably planning on getting drunk, something I really shouldn't be doing after my hospital visit. He didn't pull out alcohol though, instead kneeling so he could use the top of the dresser as a makeshift table and messing with what looked like a locked pencil box.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my confusion obvious.

"Can you grab a blanket off the bed and shove it under the gap in the door?" He stood up, opening the window as much as it would go. I obeyed without much thought or hesitation. I trusted him at this point to know what he was doing.

After a moment he sat on the bed and pulled me next to him.

"Did you just make your own cigarette?" I asked. "Did your parents cut you off or something?"

"It's a joint, you idiot." He laughed, setting the box of equipment next to him on the bed and flicking the flame on his lighter. My eyes never left him the entire time he inhaled, holding a cloud of white smoke in his lungs for several seconds before releasing his breath and sighing deeply.

Did he seriously do this in his dorm room? He was definitely going to get caught eventually.

I hesitated slightly when he handed it to me, eventually letting temptation take over and grabbing it from him, inhaling the same way I did on a cigarette. It didn't taste particularly pleasant, but wasn't anything non tolerable and definitely a lot better than alcohol.

"Am I supposed to be feeling something right away, or…?" I asked, giving it back to him again to inhale.

"It'll take a few hits."

"I don't think I did it right."

He rolled his eyes at me playfully, taking a larger inhale than he did the first time and holding onto it. Without hesitation he took hold of the back of my head and pulled me into him, kissing me on the lips and blowing smoke straight into my mouth.

I coughed violently.

"Could you give me a warning next time?!" I yelled, most of my coughing now drowned out by Wyatt laughing like an idiot.

"You're the one who thinks you aren't even skilled enough to smoke pot the right way, I figured the least I could do was make sure you were getting your fair share." He took another hit. "Besides, I've always wanted to shotgun kiss someone."

Not hiding my annoyance, I took the joint back from him and attempted again to properly smoke it. Given since Wyatt never corrected what I was doing I was pretty confident I was inhaling properly. My main problem was that I couldn't stop coughing. My throat was still sore from having a tube in it and the heat of the smoke didn't make it feel any better. Still, between the two of us we made it through the entire thing very easily, Wyatt now just repeatedly looking at me and giggling.

Although I did feel calm, the effect was different that when Avery had drugged me. I wasn't particularly giddy or laughing. Mostly I was just staring at Wyatt and wondering if he knew how fucking cute he looked when he laughed.

It drove me crazy how cute he was… it also drove me crazy how long it had taken me to even notice. He had incredibly good skin and his hair was always soft and well groomed. He also had extremely soft lips… something I didn't even know could be a feature. I wonder if he knew he was good looking. I had been labeled in magazines and online a few times as being 'the hot one' but I wasn't quite sure what that meant. I think teenage girls just see me as mysterious and mistake it for me being cute or something. I definitely wasn't what one would call conventionally attractive. Not like Wyatt was.

"Am I cute?" I blurted out, immediately embarrassing myself and feeling an intense heat fill my face. What a stupid fucking question, I sounded like a girl.

Wyatt giggled, taking hold of my hand again.

"Yes, you're cute." He said, kissing me on the cheek. "Although I would usually call you hot, since you are. I mean, you are insanely hot. Why do you think you have such a large fan base?"

"Gee, I don't know… my talent maybe?"

"Yeah and the size of Tyson's fan base has nothing to do with how perfect his ass is."

"I don't stare at Tyson's ass, so how the hell would I know?"

I made a mental note that I needed to pay better attention to Tyson's butt if I wanted to have a proper opinion on this. I had never really paid his looks any attention at all.

"Just trust me that you're attractive. You played a huge part of my puberty awakening and it's not every day that you find yourself laying in bed with your first real wanking material, meaning my opinion should be better than anybody else."

"I thought that was a joke." I blushed deeper. "There's no way you actually used to jack off to me."

"I still jack off to you."

I got quiet, trying to hide my embarrassment at him admitting to masturbating to me and my embarrassment regarding how aroused I currently was. I had to sit awkwardly to avoid him noticing the obvious.

"You're really cute..." I admitted quietly, keeping my gaze downward. "I mean, I think you are. I think you're really cute."

"You're sweet." He giggled, moving closer to me and pulling me into him so that we kissed on the lips, staying that way for a moment before releasing from one another. "I can also imagine you're a bit sexually frustrated after an awkward week."

I didn't dignify him with a response, instead just laying down and watching him. I was desperately hoping that he would ask to get me off, not sure if I would even have the guts to tell him yes. I didn't even have the guts to ask him myself knowing that he would do it.

"I'm fine." Was all I said. My response to everything.

He lay down next to me, wrapping his arm around my waist and burying his head into my shoulder; spooning me from behind. As stupid as it would sound no matter what way I worded it, I had missed cuddling with him.

He pulled my body into his in a tight hug, kissing my neck gently, his tongue grazing my skin just slightly. Moving one hand just toward the entrance of my waist band he grazed a section of my bare skin gently, stopping before going any further.

"Is this alright?" He asked. "Tell me if you want me to stop."

"I think I'm alright." I said, allowing him to slip a hand into my pants.

He was gentle, still kissing my neck softly as I squirmed ever so slightly in his grasp. Fuck he was good at this, why was he so fucking good at this? I shoved my face into a pillow, I didn't want him to hear me moan. Not that it made much of a difference, after a week of nothing I knew I wasn't going to last long.

After what was probably less than a minute due to the fact that I was a hormonal fifteen year old who hadn't gotten off in awhile, I grunted harshly while still unable to look at him without embarrassment. It felt amazing, and for some reason that made me feel awkward.

"I've always wanted to do that to you." He giggled, taking his hand out of my pants and holding me close to him. "I like that you're noisy, it makes it easier to know if I'm doing it right."

My face was flush and my lower half was still pulsing, mostly I think I was in a mixed state of relief and shock. That had really just happened. I hadn't panicked.

Turning myself around so that I faced him, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into me tightly and locking my lips to his. He had pulled me out of the disassociation that took over whenever we found ourselves nearing intimacy. My heart beat nearly out of my chest as I kissed him.

I had passed the state of having a crush on him awhile ago, even though only about four months had gone by since we met.

I was falling for him…