I called Stiles the minute I woke up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Stiles. Get over here so we can talk. You really left me hanging last night."

After a few seconds he responded.

"Okay."

I was anxious to know what Stiles wanted to tell me. It sounded so serious. Maybe I wanted to know so bad because I was concerned, or maybe it was for the reason that I kept pushing to the back of my mind: because I was hoping that he'd tell me he was in love with me. How could I have possibly wanted Stiles to be in love with me? That didn't even make sense. I was in love with Allison. Maybe I was just greedy for love. Even if that was the case, it still wouldn't make sense. Why would a straight male want his male best friend to be in love with him?

The doorbell rang. I quickly walked down the stairs to answer the door. It was Stiles. He looked bleak.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's just go up to your room, okay?"

"Alright," I uttered, concerned.

Stiles sat on my bed.

"So, what's up?" I asked.

"Scott..." He didn't finish.

"Yes?"

"I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Nothing is wrong with you. Trust me," I said looking him up and down.

"I didn't mean physically, you perv," he said, finally cracking a nymph of a smile.

For some reason, those words didn't leave my lips as a joke, even though I intended for them to.

"I mean, in here," he said, tapping one of his temples.

"Oooh," I said, feeling dumb.

"Anyway, the reason I'm saying this is because I kissed you last night," he admitted.

"That's simple; you were helping out a confused friend," I responded.

"That's not all," he continued.

I waited for the maraschino cherry on top.

"Scott, I think I liked it," he said, tearing up slightly.

Something inside me was jumping for joy, but it was smothered by my undying concern for my friend who was on the verge of tears. I hugged him tightly.

"It's okay, Stiles. You will always have me. I would die before I let anything happen to you."

"But, Scott, I'm not gay. Like, what the hell, dude?"

"I know, Stiles. I'm really confused too. I mean, I'm the one who asked to kiss you."

Stiles laughed miserably. "What the hell are we doing, Scott?"

I sighed. "I don't know, Stiles."

That was the last thing I said before I planted one on him.

"Scott, you're just making it worse," he said, pushing me away.

"Let me love you, Stiles. I don't care about anything else," I said pecking him on the lips again.

"No, Scott. No," he said, pushing me away again.

"This isn't right," he protested.

"What isn't right?" I asked.

"Us. We're not right. We're best friends, Scott."

"What is it that you're denying? Do I make you horny?" I asked.

I put my hand under his shirt and started to kiss his neck as I rubbed his flat belly.

"What are you doing?" he asked, not trying very hard to push me away.

"Oh my god. I do make you horny. You're barely pushing me. Stiles, I can take your virginity right now."

"The reason I'm not really pushing you is because it feels good, Scott. I won't deny that." He laughed. "Look at us, Scott. You're sitting here kissing my neck and trying to take my virginity," he said, trying hard not to let me hear him moan.

After I didn't stop, he slapped me.

"That doesn't bother me, Stiles."

"Scott, I'm leaving."

I felt disappointed as the taste of his neck left my mouth.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Home. I have a lot to think about, obviously," he responded.

I pointed to the bulge in my pants.

"God dammit, Scott. Is this just one big joke to you? We can't just have sex. Are you even gay? I'm not," he said angrily.

My grin turned into a sad expression. Stiles walked over to me and gave me a lengthy peck on the lips, which made me smile again.

"Scott, we can't do this. There are too many complications, like Allison, and I don't like guys, Scott."

He left the room. Then, he left the house.

He obviously liked guys, otherwise, he wouldn't have enjoyed my seduction. My mind went into a dark place as I realized what I was facing. I had to figure out what I was going to do about Allison and why I was attracted to Stiles even though I was straight. It was a lot to think about at 10:13 A.M., so I held off. That was when I remembered that the bonfire would be that night. If I was going to figure out what was going on with me and Allison, I had a very limited amount of time to do it: about ten hours. It was all going way too fast.

I didn't know what I was thinking when I was trying to convince Stiles to have sex with me. It was like an impulse. It was like somewhere deep in my mind I had convinced myself that having sex with Stiles would cause him to embrace our bond on a deeper level. Then, there was another problem; I wasn't gay. I still did not find guys attractive, just like I hadn't found them attractive before, but, somehow, Stiles turned me on more than Allison did. I was so confused.

I drove to Stiles' house in my mom's car, knowing that he would be there. With that much on his mind, he wouldn't have been able to leave his house. I saw his car in his driveway and smirked at how well I knew my best friend. I sent him a text message that pleaded him to let me in so I could talk to him. He responded by saying that he needed to be alone at the moment. I immediately started to climb his house to reach one of his bedroom windows. He wasn't looking at the window when I got to it, so he didn't see me there. I watched his demeanor. He had his face buried in his pillow in what looked like a fit of frustration brought on by conflicted emotions. I lightly tapped on his window. His head sprang up from its burial and faced the window.

"Scott?" he asked loudly.

I nodded.

He walked up to the window and opened it.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine. You shouldn't have been spying on me anyway, you creep."

"Why did you look so upset?"

"Think about what just happened earlier and answer your own question," he responded.

"Yeah, but, specifically, what was bothering you?"

"Scott, I really wanted to have sex with you. I loved it when you were kissing my neck. I even considered masturbating to relieve the sexual pressure I felt after I left you there horny and alone."

I started to kiss his neck again.

"Oh, not this again." Stiles pushed me away once again. "I already explained to you that I'm not gay. I'm not really interested in you kissing on me since you're a guy."

"Stiles, that's such a lie," I said matter-of-fact-ly.

"Yeah, well, it should be the truth. Scott, why aren't you trying to help me? Instead, you're just making it worse by continually doing sexual stuff to me."

"Help you with what, though? I don't see the issue."

"Once again, I'm not gay and you have a girlfriend whom you're madly in love with. I would also say that you not being gay is also an issue, but, at this point, I'm not so sure that you're even straight."

"I am straight. Stiles, you're so amazing that, when I see you, I don't see a guy; I just see someone that I wanna love and please in every way imaginable."

Stiles stared at me, making it clear that what I'd said reached him emotionally.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," I said back without a hint of doubt in my voice.

"We still can't do anything, though, 'cause you're still with Allison and I'm still straight. We are not about to throw caution to the wind just because I, for whatever insane reason, think I want to be more than your best friend. I can't believe I'm even saying this right now. Scott, I'm not gay."

"Screw the gay stuff. You want my love, and I sure as hell wanna show you how much of it I've got for you," I said sternly.

"Scott, when did you become so good with words? Like, seriously, I'm just craving your touch every time you say something poetic like that."

I lied on his bed on my back and pulled him on top of me. I started to unbuckle my pants.

"What the hell are you doing?" he asked, sitting just below the bulge in my pants.

I ignored him and continued to undo my pants. Just as I was about to unzip them, he grabbed my hand and stopped me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked, sounding slightly terrified.

"Nothing. Let go of my hand; I want you to see it. Hopefully, seeing it will get you motivated."

He just looked at me with eyes that begged me to see things from his perspective.

"When are we gonna do it?" I asked, frustrated.

"Scott, when did we start doing it? I am very confused right now. Having sex with you would probably make my head explode."

"Because it would feel so good?" I asked, hopeful.

"No, because it would confuse me even more than I already am. When did you become a big, fat cheater, anyhow?"

My eyes shot open in a small panic as I remembered that I was still in a relationship with Allison and, despite all of this, I did still love her...a lot.

"Sorry, Scott. I didn't mean to make a low blow; I was just trying to say something to turn you off 'cause you were getting mad horny."

"No, but, you're right. This is cheating. It's major cheating," I said, astounded at myself.

Stiles look relieved and climbed off of me.

"Well, technically, you didn't cheat because I stopped you before you could hurt my butt," he said sarcastically yet seriously.

"It doesn't matter. I've been kissing you and trying to get you into bed. Oh my god. Allison's gonna die of a broken heart."

Stiles looked sympathetic and lied next to me. "It's okay, dude. It's not your fault."

"You're right. It's your fault. Why do you have to be so cute, huh?" I said, cupping his cheeks and kissing his lips softly.

"You're doing it again!" he yelled.

"See! I'm doing it without thinking now. I have got to tell Allison."

I pulled out my phone to dial her number.

"Whoa." Stiles put his hand over my screen. "A phone call? Really? Could you be any more inhumane?" he asked.

"Well, I've got to tell her now. The guilt is eating me alive."

I pushed his hand off of my screen and tried to dial her number again. Probably after considering that I was much stronger than him, Stiles tried to stop me by rubbing my crotch.

"That's how you're gonna stop me? By trying to get me horny?" I asked.

I rolled my eyes and continued to type the letters of Allison's name to find her in my contact list. Stiles started to unzip my pants, which stopped me. He put his hand into my boxers. His hand was cold, but it felt good.

"I thought you said you didn't wanna do this?" I asked.

"I don't. Scott, you can't do Allison like that. I know it burns, but just wait till later, when you can see her in person," he told me softly.

I put my forehead against his. His words were so soothing.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too." He softly kissed my lips.

"Scott, what are we?"

"I don't know, but I feel like if anyone tried to touch you right now, even to hug you or give you a high five, I would murder them without a second thought."