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We stared at each other for a few minutes, but it seemed like hours. The whole time Beaver was standing between us with a very interesting look on his face. He cleared his throat and Cappie seemed to snap out of it.

"Uhmm…so, I guess you should come in," he said. "Just wipe your shoes really well before you step on the tile. I mopped for hours this morning." This was very strange. The Cappie I knew could care less about tile…or mopping.

Beaver shot me an accusing look, which I didn't have time to figure out, seeing as I needed to pick my jaw up off the floor. I had stepped into the house, and was halfheartedly scuffing my feet around on the doormat when I really had a look at my surroundings.

The house was completely spotless. The floor was polish and the walls were repainted white. The whole house smelled like a Clorox manufacturing company, but I thought I detected a whiff of …was that room freshener!? The windows were spotless and had little curtains hanging around them. As I stepped further into the house I saw that the cleanliness didn't stop there. The carpets had been washed and vacuumed, and the dog – shaped puke stain was gone from the red leather couch. In fact, the couch wasn't red leather anymore, someone had covered it with a cream colored upholstery.

It was amazing; I couldn't wrap my mind around it. It was like a really clean tornado had hit the Kappa Tau house.

"Wha…what happened?" I said when I managed to find my voice.

Beaver gave me another look. "Cappie gets very…er...domestic, when---"

But Beaver was cut off by Cappie saying, "Why don't we just go up to my room, Casey. We can talk there." He shot Beaver a pointed look. "And Beave can stay down here and make sure the banana bread doesn't burn."

"Banana bread?" I said in disbelief.

"Yes," Cappie said in a very dignified way. "It's in the oven and burnt banana bread really sucks."

I decided it was best to not say anything more on the subject of banana bread, and started up the stairs toward Cappie's bedroom. When I opened the door I gasped. The room was even cleaner than the rest of the house. The bed was made. Even the freaking TV screen was dusted.

"Holy crap," I said. "Cappie, what is going on?"

"I just thought this place could use a little spruce."

"Cut the crap," I said. "You know you can talk to me. What's the matter?" I was thoroughly confused. In all the years I had know Cappie I had never seen him act like this, let alone know the meaning of the word 'spruce'.

He sat down heavily on the bed and I went and sat down next to him. I leaned toward him in what I hoped was a comforting way. He leaned away from me. Huh.

"Are you drunk?" he asked me.

Oh well. He was going to figure it out sooner or later.

"Yes, I little bit," I admitted. "But I'm still a good listener."

"There's just so much going on lately," he said sadly. "I'm so stressed and lonely and---" But he stopped there.

My breath caught in my throat. "Cappie," I began cautiously. "Why are you lonely?"

We stared at each other for a moment, neither one of us breathing. And then he put his hands on either side of my head and drew my face towards his.

The kiss started out gently, but then Cappie changed and started kissing me roughly, more passionately, and I changed and began kissing him back just as hard. He eased us into a lying down position and climbed on top of me, exploring every inch of my mouth with his tongue.

It was so comforting, so familiar, it was pure bliss. Sparks flew behind my closed eyes and my hands tangled in his hair. All too soon the kiss was over. By the time I regained my composure and opened my eyes, Cappie was across the room with his hands over his face.

"I'm sorry. Oh my god, I'm so sorry," he said. "This was a huge mistake. You should go."