(Brando's POV)

I couldn't believe it. After all those years, PJ, okay, well, I was finally ready to take our friendship to the next level. As soon as she told the guys that we made out back in college, all of sudden, I remembered how much I liked her then… how much I still like her.

I didn't fall asleep right away, I just watched her for a while. She had a huge grin on her face, and I'm sure my face mirrored hers.

Everyone always thought of Peej as just "one of the guys" but I knew that in truth, she was in some aspects just "one of the guys" but she also had her girl moments. Like when she talks to Stephanie about some guy she likes or when she freaks out about what to wear for a date. I'm one of the only people to see those moments.

I don't think I could have survived college without her, I mean, she's my closest friend. And yeah, I always act like, well, a guy, around the other guys. You know, I'm always checking girls out and talking about how hot they are… but the fact is, Peej is the one and only person to see the real me. She was there when Wendy broke up with me and she's here with me now.

I smiled at the thought that Peej was mine now and kissed her forehead. "Night Peej," I whispered, before closing my eyes and falling asleep possibly the happiest man alive.


(PJ's POV)

The next morning I woke up and almost forgot where I was, until I saw Brando, still asleep.

I pushed myself up on my elbow to look at him. He had that same dorky grin on his face that he'd had last night.

He really was cute, I just never really noticed until now. Wow, when the hell did I get so… girly? This was the kind of thing Stephanie would say. And true, I do say it about guys I like but I've never said it about Brando. But it's true, he's really cute and has amazingly soft hair. You would never think so, but it is. And he has gorgeous brown eyes and the sweetest smile ever. Plus, he's always been there for me. He is perfect!

Anyways, eventually my elbow starting hurting like hell so I rested my head back on Brando's chest and tried to get some more sleep. After all, it was like eleven o'clock right now, and I didn't have to go into work today.

"Peej?" I heard him mumbled.

I picked my head up again to look at him. "Yeah, dude?"

"What time is it?" His eyes weren't even open but he was awake. His words were all slurred together.

I took a look at his alarm clock. "Like eleven."

"K, G'night," he mumbled, shifting positions so he was lying on his side and his arm was resting on my hip.

I repressed the urge to laugh and disentangled myself from his arms. There was no way I could get back to sleep, so I decided to get up and make some coffee.

I was leaning against the counter like I had last night, just staring into my mug of coffee, when someone (and really, there was only one person it could be) wrapped their arms around me from behind and kissed my shoulder. "Mornin' Peej."

"'Sup sleepyhead?" I said with a smile. I set my coffee mug down and turned around so I was facing him.

He hugged me closer and asked, "You're really never gonna let that go, huh?"

I just smiled. "Nope, don't think so."

He laughed. "Whatever." And then he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.

There were those fireworks again! I wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers in his hair as the kiss deepened.

The only reason we stopped was 'cause of someone pounding on the door.

I pulled back from the kiss. "I should probably go get that."

"Yeah."

I managed to pull away from him (it was almost impossible. I mean, his arms are just so… comforting) and went to get the door. To my surprise it was… "Stephanie? What are you doing here?"

"Guess what!" She exclaimed. She was, as usual, her hyper self.

I let her into the apartment as I asked, "What?"

"We are going to Italy!"

"What!?" I plopped down on the couch and she followed suit.

"There's a two for one deal on tickets but we gotta buy 'em quick!"

"Oh cool. So, we're going to Italy?"

"Correction. We and our boyfriends are going to Italy. We're each buying a set of tickets."

Okay, now she was confusing me. "But Steph, neither us has a boyfriend." Okay, lie. She didn't have a boyfriend but I wasn't about to tell her about mine yet.

She rolled her eyes. "So, we'll find ones before May rolls around." (A/N: Okay, so I'm working off of memory so most of this is probably wrong)

"We're going to Italy in May with nonexistent boyfriends?"

I saw Brando shoot me a questioning look but he didn't say anything.

"Yes! It's perfect! But you gotta find someone to go with soon."

I glanced at Brando and then back to Steph. "I'll… be sure to do that. Question though, why Italy?"

"Because, Peej, Italy is amazing!"

"Okay then. Sounds like fun. But why didn't you just call me?"

She shrugged. "It just seemed like something to tell you in person. Well, I gotta go. Bye!" She waved, picked up her purse and was out in a flash.

I let out a laugh. "I will never understand her thought process."

Brando came to sit next to me on the couch. "So, you don't have a boyfriend, huh?" He joked.

I laughed and scooted closer to him so I could rest my head on his shoulder. "Well, I couldn't tell her that. She'd just blab to the rest of the guys."

"Very true." He wrapped his arm around me. "So, when do you wanna tell 'em?"

"Never," I joked. I was dreading the reactions from the guys. Never ending teasing and wise cracks for years.

"Oh come on, Peej! We gotta tell 'em eventually. Why not tonight at poker?"

"How 'bout next year at poker night?"

He laughed. "It won't be that bad, Peej. We'll give it a week, how's that?"

"Fine. But I'm telling Steph first."

"So, where were we before we were interrupted?" He asked slyly.

I grinned and picked my head up from his shoulder. "I'm pretty sure we were right about here." I brought my hands to his face and kissed him.

I don't think I would ever get used to kissing Brando; it was always just so… amazing! It was different than when we made out in college. But that might have been because we were both a little drunk at the time…

The kiss was getting pretty intense and it wasn't long before I felt his hand sliding under my shirt to rest of my lower back.

That's when I pulled back. "Uh, yeah…"

"Sorry, Peej. Just. Uh-"

"Yeah, it's okay. I get it." It was suddenly very awkward. "I just… well, I just don't wanna take things too fast, ya know?"

"Yeah, totally."

I had to think of something, anything to make this less awkward. "Um, how 'bout we watch TV?"

"Sure, sounds good."

I grabbed the remote off the coffee table and a blanket off the arm of the couch.

"Here, find something worth watching," I said, handing the remote to him.

He turned the TV on while I snuggled up next to him and draped the blanket around both of us.

He smiled and wrapped his arm around me. I knew we could make this work. I just hoped we wouldn't be too jumpy at poker night.

We decided to watch an old episode of "Family Guy".

"So, you're definitely taking me to Italy, right?" He asked.

"Hm, I dunno," I said jokingly. "I mean, I could bring Mike, or Bobby, or ya know, even Kenny. There's just so many choices."

He laughed. "Seriously though. Me and you? In Italy?" He shot me his best puppy dog eyes, and after that I couldn't say no.

"Dude, of course I'm bringing you to Italy. I just have to keep Steph waiting for my choice for another couple weeks."

"Okay then."

I shifted on the couch a little so I could rest my head on his shoulder and before I knew it, I was drifting off to sleep.

I must have drifted off for awhile, 'cause when I woke up, it was like five o'clock and I was now lying on the couch with my back to Brando's chest while he held me.

"'Sup, sleepyhead?" He said, imitating me from that morning.

"How long was I out?" I asked, turning my head so I could see him a little.

He smiled. "For about a whole marathon of 'Family guy'. The guys are gonna be over in like an hour."

"We should probably get dressed," I said, realizing I was still in my pajamas.

I sat up and stretched before getting up and walking to my room.

I threw on a simple white t-shirt and some jeans. "Get the poker game set up!" I shouted to Brando.

"Sure thing," I heard him reply as I walked into the kitchen to get the beers out.

I was just getting the last six pack out of the fridge when Brando walked into the kitchen.

"What're you doing?"

"Just wanted to do this." And once again, he gave me the most amazing kiss ever.

"What was that for?" I asked, still a little dazed.

He smiled. "I figured it would be kind of awhile before I got to do that again."

I let out a small laugh. "True." Our poker games tended to last for hours, usually until at least ten.

I took a step closer to him and tilted my head up. His lips met mine halfway and I snaked my arms around his neck to tangle my fingers in his again, surprisingly soft hair.

And just like this morning, we were interrupted by a pounding at the door.

He broke the kiss and asked, somewhat annoyed, "Why does that always happen?"

"'Cause our friends hate us?" I offered.

He laughed. "Well, I guess now's the time to put on the act. Think you can keep your hands off me?"

I rolled my eyes. "I should be asking you the same thing," I replied as I walked to the door to see who it was.


A/N: Okay, well, here's chapter 2! =] I know not many people even read this, but thank u to the 2 people who reviewed the last chapter! Yeah, so I'm kinda trying to go off of the show's timeline but my memory's a little shakey so any help remembering would be greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer: Once again, I don't own My Boys and really wished I owned Brando... but I don't.