Hey guys, I know that it's been EXTREMELY long since I've last updated but I've been very busy and a tad bit lazy...but here is Chapter 4 and I hope you enjoy it and that it filled the void of me procrastinating this story...

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"So this is the mall? A lot fancier than the one where I used to live." Cappie said with slight amusement and astonishment in his voice. I was a little astonished, too. The mall was enormous! 3 stories of all the coolest and trendiest stores as far as the eye can see. There must have been over 100 different stores in the building.

"So, where'd we need to go, Sugar Cap?" I said with a slight chuckle. Then he grinned and made everything else dull and dim compared to how bright his smile had been.

"Well, I guess Mr. D wants us to get a scientific calculator and some lab goggles." He said, reading off a list he pulled from his back pocket. I saw out the corner of my eye that there was a little frowny face next to the phrase "School Supplies." I found it to be amazingly cute.

"So...where would we go for that?" I asked, a little bit confused of where to find them. We walked around a little bit, but we were close enough to where I could smell him. Cappie smelled like honey and musk. It must have been the shampoo he used or maybe a body wash, but whatever it was, it suited him perfectly. Manly, yet unconditionally sweet.

"Hell if I know. I'm trying to find the arcade." I grinned. It felt more voluntary than mandatory to take me here. I thought that maybe he just brought me to remind him of anything he might of forgotten on his list of school supplies.

After about 30 minutes of searching, we found the arcade on the second floor in between a Hot Topic and a Jamba Juice. The arcade wasn't as big as I thought it would be. I imagined this huge arcade with every game you could think of. The huge mall gave off the impression that it would be bigger. Instead, it was about 10 games and a couple of slightly worn leather couches. A couple of soda machines were hidden in the corner, both had a paper with the words "Out of Order" written on them. Pictures of Pacman and Super Mario were held proudly up on the wall, maybe 3 feet tall, but it seemed to be the only highlight of the room. Me and Cappie both frowned in disappointment. I'm sure he pictured something like I kids that couldn't be older than 7 or 8 ran past us, almost knocking us down.

"Well...this isn't exactly what I expected, but I'm definitely gonna make the best of it, making you look embarrassed as hell." He said with a grin in his voice.

"The fuck you will! I'm walking out on your ass if you try knocking over the claw machine when you lose ten dollars to it." I said, eyeing the machine. It looked older than either one of us and prizes were outdated. I wouldn't want to pay one dollar for a Power Ranger Happy Meal toy from way back when.

He found it funny and slapped the back of my head and then, made a dash for the motorcycle game near the corner of the room. He jumped on one and I hopped onto the one right next to it, but I missed and kicked the crap out of the motorcycle instead. Nobody was around anyways, so it was only Cappie that laughed at me, which to me, made it a whole lot worse than it should have been. We played and while we did, I was curious enough to ask him a couple of questions.

"So how come you didn't go with your parents to your cousin's wedding?"

"She's not my cousin, it's just what they call her because we kind of grew up together, so she was practically family to us. I told them it was because it would have been bad to miss the first day of school, and oddly enough, they believed me. But the truth is, we had kind of a fallout. She was my best friend back home."

"Wow, she's getting married kind of early, isn't she?" I asked out of curiosity. It confused me on why she was 16 and her parents let her get married so early, so young.

"Not really, she's 20, but she's always been kind of immature for her age. So we came up with her maturity level as my age. Anyways, she was so sad of me going that she offered me to stay with her and her fiancee, Will. I refused because I knew I'd be too much for her to take care of. I mean, she wanted to start a family and be the best wife that she could be, how was she going to do that with me getting in the way of everything, ya know?" He said with a big frown on his face.

At this point, we stopped playing and took a seat on the worn couch nearest the game. His knee was brushing up against me as it bounced up and down, almost as a stabilizer to keep him from getting too emotional. Not that I would mind, I would love for him to share whatever he was feeling. And that shampoo wasn't giving up, either. It made him that much more irresistible. It took all my willpower to not push my lips against his after he told me about the fight. I wanted to comfort him, but I knew that if he knew what I had in mind, he'd run out of the arcade in an instant.

After we played a couple more games, we headed back out to the unimaginably huge mall. We stopped at Jamba Juice for a smoothie to tie us over for the night. I ordered a Strawberry Sublime and he ordered a Caribbean Passion. And once again, he payed for it. I was at a loss for words at what I was feeling when he did that. I felt cared for but at the same time, I hated that he felt obligated to pay for everything. Like my money wasn't good enough. But mostly the first part, and that made me happy.

When we got out orders, we walked outside, jabbed our straws into the lids and drank.

"Wow, this is insanely delicious. Wanna taste?" He said, with a huge smile on his face. It reminded me of a kid when he got an ice cold popsicle after a long, hot day of waiting for the ice cream man to drive by.

"Only if you try mine." I said with a devilish grin, but hopefully not too devilish, I didn't want my big secret to be known over a smoothie, if it wasn't known already, of course.

I tasted his, and the aftertaste of my smoothie with the current taste of his was insanely pleasurable. Not because they both tasted good, but because he wanted to share a smoothie with me.

"Wow, you were right? That is good."

"Have I ever lied to you, Evan?" He said, with a fake shocked look on his face.

"No, not in the last nine hours that I've known you. Well...not yet anyways." I said sheepishly, he jabbed me in the shoulder, playfully. But then, it hit me. He was just acting like a good friend. I can't imply that I wanted anything more than that. Our relationship was due to be a "bromance," forever.

So, after another hour browsing the stores at the mall, we decided to drop me off at home, no matter how much I didn't want the night to end. I told him the directions to get there, and once I saw the off-white picket fence outlining my front yard, I knew it was time to say good night. So I dug into my backpack for the house key. I couldn't find it. In my mind, I was grinning like crazy because every second I spent looking for it, the more time I got to be in his presence.

"I can't find my house key. One sec, let me just call my mom on her cell to come home whenever she can." He nodded in agreement while he turned his engine off. It rang 4 times before she picked up.

"Hello?" she said, a little exasperated, it seemed.

"Hey, Mom. I can't find my key, I think I left it inside." I said, wincing at the thought of her embarrassingly throwing a fit over the phone.

"Inside where?" she said, slightly distracted from something going on in the background.

"The house, ma! I left my key inside the house! You're going to need to come home."

"Well, that just won't do. I have to stay here for another week or so. Find a friend to stay with or something. But honey, I got to go. Something...came up..." She said, chuckling at what she had said. CLICK.

"Mom? MA?! UGH!" I hung up the phone, angry and irritated. "She can't come home, she has to stay where she is."

"No problem, just stay over at my house. I got some extra pillows and sheets and stuff." Cappie said with a look of worry and gratefulness...it was a very weird combination to witness.

"I don't know, Cap. She's gonna be gone for the entire week, and my dad won't be home for another two."

"Even better! Imagine how easy our homework will be to do together! It'll be great having a roomie for a week." He said with an ecstatic look on his face. I didn't know about this. It seemed risky. But at the same time, I couldn't help but blush at his hospitality.

"I don't know, dude. Isn't it kind of weird to have somebody stay in your house that you've known for all but ten and a half hours?"

"Not when you're me. I welcome all into my home! And you have no choice, anyways because I'm not having you sleep on your doormat, " He said turning on the engine, determined to get back.

"Ugh, fine. Your friendliness sickens me, by the way," I said with a smile on my face.

"That's alright, I was gonna give you the lumpy pillow anyways." He said, laughing at himself. I laughed along with him, because somehow, I knew he was sweet enough to be joking about that. Sweet enough to let me stay at his house. Sweet enough for me getting the urge of wanting a big bear hug from him. But that's who he is. Considerate.

"Here, your hands are full. Let me get the door for you." Cappie said while unbuckling his seatbelt and practically sprinting out the door to get to the other side of his white SUV. But the color of his car was anywhere near how bright his smile was to me as he opened my door, leaning over to unbuckle my seatbelt. I could smell it again. His now signature scent. It was hard to remember that I couldn't act on my feelings, but I managed to remember.

"Thanks, Cap. Make me feel like more of a girl." I said, playfully, hoping to get another smile out of him.

"What was that, Evaline?" He asked, even more playful than I was. But there was my goal, his pearly white smile. Right then and there, I realized that his smile was my drug. I would do anything to relive it over and over again, like a home movie, but a whole lot sexier than your mother yelling at your dad to turn off the camera while he barbecued. I wanted to punch him in the arm but my hands were too full carrying bags of clothes we went last minute at the mall for, paying with my mom's credit card of course. It was for our little week-long slumber party he was so graciously hosting. He opened the front door and I set down my things on the couch.

"If you want, you can take a shower in my bathroom," he called out from down the hall where I assumed was a linen closet because he came out with a couple pillows and blankets. I blushed at the thought of getting naked in his house. He must have seen me getting red, because he was slick enough to say, "Don't worry, I won't peek." Even though I blushes ten times more, I decided to seize the moment.

"Aww, where's the fun in that?" It was meant to sound playful, but it came out sounding lusty.

He grinned and went to his bedroom to get a pair of pajamas from his one of his dresser drawers. "Here, change into these when you get done. And don't use all my good bodywash, it costs a pretty penny."

"Yeah, well it would seem less if you didn't pay for two people today. You might even be able to afford to replace it."

"Yeah, yeah. Go take your damn shower." He said, chucking the pajama bottoms at my face.

I headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I turned on the water to get warm while I got undressed. When I got in the shower, I saw the bodywash he was talking about. I opened it to smell it. It smelled like musk. I squirted some into my hand and started washing myself. I decided not to use the shampoo, or what was left of it, anyways. It seemed like just enough for one person, so I left it for next time Cappie took a shower. After a bit, I let the warm water envelope me, thinking deeply about everything the first day of school had to offer. Meeting Cappie, blushing furiously every five seconds at Burger King, seeing Cappie naked after his shower. I could feel the blood rushing down, willing my lustful thoughts to overwhelm me. But then, it popped into my head. The picture. The picture that caused pain and regret. I couldn't take thinking about it, so I turned off the water and dried myself off with nothing but the image imprinted into my head like a fucking stamp. I got dressed and headed back into Cappie's room to ask him where I should put my wet towel. When I got in, Cappie had set up an inflatable mattress on the right side of his bed, covered by seafoam green sheets, white pillows, and a white comforter. He didn't really make the bed as much as he did throw the stuff onto the bed. This made me chuckle out loud. I know it seemed a bit early to say, but I knew that it was so Cappie of him to do that sort of thing.

He walked in wearing nothing but his pajama bottoms, it didn't even seem like he had on boxers. His bottoms slipped past his hips with his "happy trail" peeking out from the top. I couldn't help but stare while he turned away to look for something in his dresser. He smiled gleefully and closed the drawer.

"So, umm...whatever happened to the couch?" I asked, nervously. I didn't know if my willpower could hold out an entire night of sleeping in the same room with him, looking like THAT.

"Oh, it gets too cold out there. Wouldn't want you freezing your balls off when your my houseguest, now would I?" he said while turning on his television and got settled into bed.

"No, I guess not, but still, I could have just slept on the floor. You didn't have to blow up a mattress for me." I suggested, settling into the comfort of it

He chuckled and said, "Well, it seems like you're getting pretty comfortable, so it was all worth it to me." I couldn't see him now, but I could hear it. His grin. It made me warmer than any comforter could.

Cappie flipped through the channels while I tried to keep myself awake. Nothing good was on T.V. I guess, because Cappie turned it. off. He probably thought I already drifted off to sleep with how silent I was. But the truth was, I was only silent because I felt so warm and comfortable in his room. Although, it might not have been just his room. Maybe, his room would have seemed cold and uncomfortable if his presence wasn't so close. I drifted off to sleep in no time.

I woke up and looked at the time on my cell phone, 2:37 A.M. I realized it was WAY too early to wake up, so I tried going back to sleep. But as soon as I closed my eyes, I heard heavy panting which woke me up completely. It must have been the panting that woke me up in the first place. I could hear Cappie moaning and groaning. I got hard as soon as my brain functioned well enough to identify what was going on. His breathing got heavier and heavier, his moans louder and louder. But this was sick. I couldn't keep lusting after him like this. It had to stop...but maybe a little loss of willpower could have a lot to gain. I decided to take my cock out of my pajama bottoms.

I stroked in rhythm of his panting, making it all seem too real because I closed my eyes and swore that we were doing it to each other rather than seperately. But then, a tickle formated in the back of my throat. FUCK! It was a cough. I couldn't just cough when he was jacking off. Maybe he forgot I was here and decided to enjoy himself a little. But as much as I didn't want to ruin it, the tickle became overwhelming, holding it in until I was practically drowning with the lack of oxygen to my lungs. I had to do it, it had to be released. I covered my mouth with my comforter and pillow, hoping it would muffle it.

No such luck. As soon as I did, Cappie fumbled around in bed and I heard a whispered, "Shit!" escape from his mouth. He obviously forgot I was staying with him.

"Cappie?" I called out, stupidly. Why the fuck did I have to call out his name? Couldn't I just pretend like it never happened, at least for his sake?!

"Uh...yeah, Ev?" he said rather nervously. I felt it building inside of me, the question that I didn't need to ask, the question that was inevitably going to ruin our friendship, our bromance. I felt it slip through my lips as I said it.

"Were, uhh...were you just jacking off?" I winced in fear of crossing the line.

"Umm...sorry. It just sort of...happened...sorry..." He said with a tone I haven't heard him use before...regret? Oh no, it was coming up again and I couldn't control it. This for sure would ruin me and him, he'd probably even ask the chem teacher to switch lab partners, but I could feel it rise up with no freewill to stop it from happening.

"No, I'm sorry. I, err...I was enjoying it, myself." I felt myself blush furiously. I knew it was going to happen so I picked up my backpack and started for the door. "Sorry, I'll just leave. I know it was really weird for me to-"

I was cut off by Cappie's lips pressed against mine, his hands on the side of my face to hold me in one place. He somehow managed to make it across the pitch black bedroom to me, soundlessly. I dropped my backpack in shock but put my hands on the back of his head and pushed his lips closer to mine, crushing mine in the process, but it just made him moan, even louder than when he was jacking off.

He pushed me onto his bed and started taking off my shirt. I could feel his dick grinding against mine, which made me moan in return, making me harder than I ever was. Our chests were pressed against each other. His was warm, but mine was cold from sweat, nervous that any minute he would ask me to stop and go sleep on his couch, or maybe just leave his house altogether.

His toungue licked my lips, begging for entrance. I let my lips open more and had our tongues battle for dominance. He was winning due to a distraction I had to do, making my eyes adjust into being able to see in this amount of darkness. I pulled off his pajamas, revealing his 8-inch, throbbing to be touched. I couldn't help but gasp in awe and pleasure. I grasped his cock, only making him cry out loudly. I started stroking while he started biting my lip, almost hard enough to break the skin. This only made me harder. I stroked faster and faster while bucking my hips to grind against his stomach. He came all over my hand, with traces of it on my pajamas and stomach. I released myself into my pajama bottoms. We both moaned in unison as we laid back down on his bed, exhausted. Cappie took off my bottoms and threw them on the ground. My 6-inch popped out, still hard. He growled in pleasure and started kissing me again, my lips numb from the intenseness.

He started tracing kisses down my neck, then back up to my chin, and finally ending on my lips. The seal that said, "Stay forever."

We slept on his bed, his arms wrapped around my body. There wasn't any need for a blanket because his body heat was all I needed to keep me warm. It felt good to be cared for.

His alarm clock went off at 6:30, making me wince at the sunlight pouring through his window. Even though alarm clocks weren't ever peaceful to wake up to, somehow, this morning was. It was waking up in Cappie's arms that made it the best day I've ever had. But then the door swung open.

"Well, your finally awake, I've been waiting for almost an hour and a---oh my god, Cappie, I'm so sorry." I turned in shock to see the dark haired girl from the picture in Cappie's bedroom doorway, ducking out quickly. Yeah...what a way to wake up.

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