"It's not nothing!" Freddie screamed. "Please tell me what's going on, Spencer!" Spencer got up, and he walked up to Freddie. He began kissing him. "Wh-what're you doing?!" Freddie yelled as he pushed Spencer off of him.
"I just want to kiss my boyfriend, is that a problem?!"
"No, but yes in this situation. Tell me what's going on!"
"I don't want to fucking talk about it, Freddie!" Spencer yelled at the top of his lungs. His face was red.
"Don't yell at me!"
"Freddie, I don't want to talk about this now. I'm having a rough day. I just want to be alone." Freddie looked at him, then he turned around and walked to his apartment. He slammed the door, and one of Spencer's paintings fell. Spencer began to tear down the apartment screaming.
"What do you think is going on in the Shay apartment?" Freddie's mom asked Freddie. He just looked at her, and went to his room. "Don't you ignore me, Fredward!" She yelled at him.
"Mom, I'm tired. Can you please leave me alone to take a nap?" He heard no response, so he went to his bed. He shut his heavy eyelids, and went into a deep sleep. He dreamt of Spencer. He dreamed of the first time they kissed.
"Freddie?"
"Yes, Spencer?"
"I think you're one of the cutest guys I've ever seen."
"That's sweet of you, but I don't comprehend. Why are you telling me this?" Then Spencer went in for the kiss. It wash't a regular kiss. It was a real kiss. The kind of kiss that makes your skin get goosebumps from excitement. The kind of kiss that makes your heart skip beats. The kind of kiss that lets you know you are loved. Freddie dreamt of the first time they had sex as well.
They were in Spencer's bed. Their naked bodies were like opposite magnets pulled together. Freddie got on his hands and knees, while Spencer grabbed his waist. He slowly pushed into Freddie. He knew to be gentle. At that moment, Freddie woke up.
"What time is it?" he asked himself. It was 4:30 A.M. He got out of bed, and walked into the kitchen for a water. He chugged it down, and noticed the boner. He went back into his room, and jumped into bed. He let his mind wander. Thoughts of Carly, school, friends, and Spencer came into his head. He tried to think about someone else, but he couldn't. He couldn't resist Spencer. He grabbed his dick and stroked it slowly.
"Mmmm, Spencer…" he moaned quietly. He started stroking it faster. Tugging on it. He felt so good. He never masturbated before; Spencer would always do it for him. "This feels so good," he said. He started cumming onto his belly. "That was pretty quick," he whispered. He cleaned up his mess, and passed out.
Carly ran away to Sam's house. She had no where else to go. Sam's mom always welcomed Carly over, but Sam always would rather going to Carly's.
"Man, it really is a dump here," she thought to herself.
"So, this is my room. Kind of small, I knooow. Just think of it as… uh I don't know. Nevermind. So, what happened with Spencer. I know what you told my mom was a bunch of bull. She really will believe anything. Spencer joining the army? Come on, you could've came up with something a little better," Sam laughed.
"I know, sorry. I couldn't think of anything else. I just could't be in the same room as Spencer. I can't even look at him anymore without seeing… ugh. I'll eventually have to go back there, but I can't now. Thanks for letting me stay here," Carly said quietly.
"Anytime, what are friends for? Haha, so they're both gay?" Sam asked.
"I guess so, that's so… gross," Carly said with a disgusted look on her face.
"Hm? What's wrong with it?"
"It's just wrong, I guess. I don't like the thought of it. It just grosses me out."
"Carly, you do know I'm a lesbian, right?" Sam asked slowly. Carly gasped.
"What?! I'm trying to get away from gay brother, and now you tell me this! How long have you known?!" Carly shrieked.
"A while. Ever since I was a kid, your words kind of hurt.." Sam said quietly.
"I'm sorry, Sam… I just don't like it."
"It's okay, I guess." Sam had an idea. "Carly, have you ever kissed a girl?"