_Three weeks later, Hydes POV_

I sat in the basement, just waiting for Eric to get his ass over here. I needed to tell him today. I need to tell him what I've been wanting to say since that night in Canada. And I know he feels the same way as I do because I catch him. I catch him staring at me. And the way he kissed back in Canada? It made me want to do it over and over again. And there was one night…

I walked into Forman's room to borrow a pen. But he was asleep, I rolled my eyes. But then I heard something that made my heart flutter, and that was saying something cuz I'm 'Mr. Cool', I heard Eric say my name in his sleep. Well 'say' isn't the right word. It was more of a shuttered moan. I grabbed the nearest pen and left in fear that he would wake up.

Just as I finished playing back the memory in my head I heard the basement door open and footsteps fall onto the stairs. I tried to act casual, forcing a smile deep down inside when Eric set foot in the basement. Oh, another thing, I had been calling him Eric a lot more. Why was that? Probably because it just rolls off the tongue. "Eric, I need to tell you something." I said. He abruptly stopped in his tracks and put his backpack on the floor. "O-okay. What's up?" He said. I sighed, taking off my glasses. A look of concern washed over him. "Have you been crying?" So he noticed the red circles. "That's not what I wanted to talk about." I said, clearly avoiding the fact. "You know how you said that you kissed someone in Canada?" He nodded, still confused, he sat down on the couch. I didn't know how to say it or if I should or... "Just never mind." He shook his head. "No Hyde what is it?" He put a hand on my knee and looked at me. "What is it?" He repeated. I don't know what possessed me to do this but I kissed him, again.

My lips crashed into his and my hand grabbed a handful of his hair, pressing his lips against mine. I was scared for a minute. He didn't respond. Then, slowly, his hand went from my knee to the back of my neck, his fingers touching my hair. His lips started to move unsurely and I smiled. I moved my tongue against his bottom lip and he opened his mouth. My tongue found it's way into his mouth and I nearly moaned at the taste of him. It was so… Eric. I broke the kiss and took a breath of air, smirking. "I always was better at show than tell." Eric chuckled nervously and twiddled his thumbs looking down at them. "So, uh, it was you I kissed in Canada?" I rolled my eyes but smiled at his cuteness. "I kissed you. And I'de do it again if you wanted." I took a more serious tone and paused, deciding if I should say this or not "I really like you man." Forman's shoulders slumped and he sighed smiling. Suddenly he lunged forward and kissed me, rapping his arms around my neck. "I'm so glad you said that." He said afterward as I was trying to fight the blush appearing on my face. He got up and sat in my lap facing me and I kissed him. I just couldn't help it, he was straddling me, man! "I really like you, Hyde, I really really do." He said breathlessly. We kissed some more and then I pushed him off me. "We gotta slow down man." I said. I was feeling really heated. I pushed him against the wall gently and kissed him again, eliciting a moan from the slightly shorter boy as he slid a hand up my shirt. I moved my lips to his neck. "What happened to slowing down?" He panted. "You're right." I said reluctantly. "I'm gunna go take a shower." I said, kissing him on the cheek.

"Well that escalated quickly…" I said to myself as I stepped out of the bathroom, fully dressed and hair wet from my shower. One minute we were just friends and now we're… not just friends. I walked into the kitchen to find something to eat. Opening the fridge I saw a small plate of cookies. 'Thank god for Mrs. Forman.' I thought as I grabbed two. Me and Eric had been friends since… since like forever. And he was there for me even when I didn't want him to help me. Now that I think about it, we have been more than friends since he was in Seventh Grade, just without the kissing. I smirked. 'Yeah, I'm looking forward to that.' I thought while taking a bite of the cookie.