Oliver POV

There's a difference between love and lust. Love is to be needed and a strong want. Lust is a desire and a strong want. But when you don't love someone and you're attracted to them do you make love or lust? Or maybe that's why the word 'sex' was invented. Because, when you lust for someone, there is no love between you. It's a powerful attraction, and an attraction is what it remains. Lust is when you want a person, without wanting a life with them.

But what if you do love some one, even as a friend.. and you feel want towards them. Do you love them more than a friend? Or is it that you know they're life and you are in it already, but then you lust for them? It's all too confusing.

His dark hair fell in front of his light green eyes. I had the urge to gently push the loose hairs aside and behind his ear, but then there's the fact that he's my best friend and nothing more. Nothing.

I thank him for letting me stay the night, obviously I didn't have the best day yesterday. I glance down at his bare chest, before looking around his bedroom. It's the same as always; slightly messy, Mayday Parade and Fall Out Boy posters covering the walls, a computer, a metal dresser, game cube, and then there's me. In his bed. He notices this too and places a hand on my shoulder.

"I think I should go," I decide after one last glance around. I feel refreshes. No thoughts of my ex-girlfriend are in my mind. No thoughts of my friends. No worries blocking this low feeling. There's only us, higher thinking didn't exist. Weird.

"Why?" He argues.

"Because.." I start, but then cut off my sentence when I stare down at his fingers running over my chest and down my stomach. I take in a sharp breath. This is new.

"No one will care if you leave later," His tone was.. seductive? That's odd. He scoots closer to me as I lay on the twin-sized bed. It obviously wasn't made for two. "I'm just a friend." He's being a little to 'friendly' .. but I sort of liked it. Ooookay..?

Without my mind in play, my hands found his chest and mimicked his actions. My nails scratch over his torso, not leaving a mark, only letting him know I'm there and that I'd go further. This is sick. Very wrong. His skin looks pale incomparison to mine. Since when did I compare myself to anyone? I find his eyes staring with an awkward gaze. "You okay?" I close my eyes with a nod, but when I open them, it's different. He's kissing my neck -roughly I might add- and I no longer feel clothing around my legs. No I feel him around my legs.

Eww. My mind must be screaming. I must be hating this.. but I can't think. No oxygen gets to my brain I only hear his breathing.. at the same pace as mine. Like we somehow meshed. Wrong.

His eyeliner smears onto my skin. His kisses move to my collarbone. Against my will, I let a moan slip out of my mouth. He smirks against my skin. I want to see his beautiful smile, not feel it. This is stupid and sick. So I detach my arms from around him. He pulls back watching my face carefully, trying to catch an emotion. "You okay?"

I don't answer right away. Maybe because realization finally hit me. But no, that wasn't it. I didn't feel wrong or out of place.. I feel normal and under control. There was not a doubt in my mind. He was all I wanted at that moment.. and it was how it was supposed to be. There was peace and love.. something I don't feel too much, but it was there. With us. "I'm fine,"

"You sure?"

"Yes, Jacob."

I see his toothy smile and can't help but grin myself. His perfection amazed me. His smile reached my skin again, only is a lower more sensitive area. Only one thought reaches my brain, My male best friend just got me hard. Not just slightly turned on, fully hard. I never thought it would feel this good. I've never had a man stroke me like this, and the groan I was biting back assured myself I wanted this. WRONG! Oken, YOU are straight! His fingers and his lips found amusement from me and I felt the urge to explode. "Two more minutes." I continue to beg for more. Ew. "I love you." I whisper knowing it wasn't true.

"Oliver," He whispers to me. "You're such a retard, wake up!"

I flash open my eyes. I'm in Jacob's room, in his bed.. alone. "Huh?"

"Remind me never to let you sleep over ever again!"

"Why?"

"Oh well let see.. hmm you decided to have a wet dream in MY bed! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Oh." I look down at my boxers.. and then I saw the sheets as well. Opps.

"Well, that's one way to get over Steph, screw as many imagenary girls as you want."

I pause and bite back the truth. Because it wasn't the truth. In the dream I loved Jacob. But in all truth, I have no actual feelings for him. Besides friendship. I glance down at his body and gulp. Nothing. I feel nothing for him. I'm not attracted to him in reality. Good. "Yeah, girls."

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Jacob POV

Great, I think as I walk down the stairs, the first time someone other than myself is pleasured in my bed and it's not by me. I could have sworn he called me though, whatever. I'm so jealous of his hair, how does he wake up looking so good? I wonder - -

My cell goes off, and good timing too, I shouldn't be thinking of Oliver this way, he's my best friend.

'She reads a book from across the street, waiting for someone that she'll never meet. Talk over coffee for an hour or two. She wonders why I'm always in a good mood . . .'

Wow this ringtone hasn't gone off in forever. Who is it again?

'Killing time before she struts her stuff. She needs support and I've become the crutch . . .'

Lilly!

I answer my cell quickly. "Hey Lils!"

"Jacob!" I love the way she says my name, and she sound so happy. Her being in my mind is much better than who had been . . . "Is Oliver there? I tried his cell, but it's turned off." Wow! That's one way to crush an emo kid.

"Uh, yeah, he's upstairs." Yeah, smooth Jake, because she really knows that you're in the living room. Hmm... let's cover over my own stupidity. "Want to hear something funny? But, you can't tell Oliver I told you."

"Okay!" She sounded really happy today, what did she do last night?

"Okay, I didn't tell you this, but Oliver totally had a wet dream in my bed."

She laughs her cute little laugh, which makes me smile. "No way!" she says, still laughing.

"It's true," I say with a slight chuckle.

"Oh my gosh! Jacob, you just made my day!" I smile at her comment. "Okay, I'm coming over now, if that's alright with you."

"Of couse!" I say, maybe a little to cheerfully. "You're welcome here any time."

"Thanks! I'll see you in a sec!"

"See ya!"

Oliver comes downstairs, his hair still perfectly messy. He's still in only his boxers, and he's covering his morning wood embarrassed. Damn! I see what Steph kept him around for! Wait, I shouldn't be thinking this way, especially not about Oliver. He blushes slightly when he sees me and I have to force myself to keep my eyes on his face.

"Want any breakfast, sweet dreamer?" I joke with a forced chuckle.

He goes a bit redder. "Yeah, sure, what do you have?"

"Cinnamon Toast Crunch good?" He nods to me, and I hear Lilly walking up to the front door. "It's on the counter."

He heads to the kitchen and I get to the front door before Lilly can knock. We hug and Oliver comes back into the living room with his cereal.

"Jacob, you're out of milk. I had to use cr- -Oh Shit!!" He almost drops his cereal as he tries to quickly cover himself.

Lilly and I burst into laughter and he reddens and sets down his cereal before running upstairs.

When the laughter subsides, Lilly throws an arm around my shoulders and squeezes my arm. "Good one."

"Why thank-" My fake british accient is cut off by the sound of Lilly's phone.

"Hellos?" She says into the speaker, "Oh, hey!"

"Who is it?" I mouth to her, she puts up a finger signaling me to wait. Growing bored of that, I take into notice that Lilly has an old phone. Extremely old. It's a puke-green-non-flip-antenna-having-annoyingly-beeping-old-piece-of-crap-verizon-phone. I make a mental note to bug her about it later.

"I'll be over in... you know what, I'll be over when I feel like it." And she drops the phone to the couch. "I can't believe him," She mumbles, troubled. Her fingers move in circles on her forehead.

"What's wrong?"

"It was Newt." She spoke his name like it tasted sour, but continued. "He was at her party last night," she groans. "and now he's telling me that I have to come get him. Like I don't have a choice. Ugh."

"Well.. can't he just walk?"

"He's drunk."

"Oh."

"And stayed the night at her house."

"Oh."

"The slut probably raped him in his sleep."

"Rape?" I chuckle at her choice in words. "Lils, apparently, you don't know this guy too well."

"What do you mean?"

"Lilly... you're dating a slut."

"Oh, shut up he isn-"

"Jackie, Sam, Leigh, Krissy, Alyson, Kelly, Maria, Brittany, Mary, Ka-"

"What are you doing?"

"Listing the girls he claimed to have sex with. Katie, Jennif-"

"He didn't. Why would he tell you?"

"He tells everyone, he brags. Jennifer, Lisa, Miley, Cin-"

"Miley?! He said Miley?!"

"Yup. Cind-"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I only heard that one on Thursday, and you never come see me anymore. Cindy, Ca-"

"Okay, stop. I get it. A lot of girls. But she's worse-"

"She has a name."

"But it's almost as ugly as she is."

"Ooohh, burn." Oliver hops down the steps wearing some baggy gray shorts and my 'The Maine' shirt.

"I want that back," I sigh knowing that two against one, they would win this argument.

"So, who we talking about?" Oliver asks.

Lilly growls. Whoa! She literally growled.

Oliver stares at me wide-eyed. "You didn't, did you?"

I smile weakly. "Uh, was I not supposed to?"

Oliver just glares at me. "Lilly, I'm sorry."

Lilly clenches her fists and takes a deep breath. "You're sorry? No Newt is going to be sorry he ever got Lillian Rose Truscott angry." She turns and heads to the door.

Wow! Full name. She must be pissed. Oliver blocks her from leaving by standing between her and the door. "Lilly, don't do something you'll regret."

"Hmmm...Something I'll regret, eh?" Lilly says, looking at Oliver with a weird expression. What could she be...before I can finish my thought, Lilly has Oliver pinned against the door in a steamy kiss. Damn! My fantasy girl and my secret gay crush kissing against MY front door...so NOT fair!

"Uh, guys?" I say,o stop this make out session that Oliver has further deepened.

Lilly breaks their kiss. "Jacob," she says to me, "can you do me a huge favor and go out for a bit?"