What the fuck am I doing? Thought Blake, but it was too late to stop now. It had been an impulse a... God knows what, but he wasn't gay! He'd always been straight. He'd always been... Ohh shiz, Jayden was... ahh, did he know he was leaning there...?

Norman nearly squeaked from the shock, but managed to keep it in. He was going to pull back from the kiss at first, but... but... Jayden racked his minds for a but, and couldn't find one. He was plenty justified to stop now, it wasn't that he was being polite, or sparing Carter's feelings, or anything like that... he reasoned it was just because he hadn't got laid in over three years.

Not getting laid in three years doesn't make most people kiss their apparently straight best friend, the straightness of which is debatable. And it certainly doesn't make you get a raging hard-on. The logical side of Norman's brain supplied. Let's face it, you've fancied him for the best part of half a year... The logical side of his brain was however shunted to the side as Carter slid his tongue into his mouth. "Ohhh." Jayden moaned.

Carter suddenly snapped his eyes open, got off the bed (which had been Norman's intention in the first place), and ran into the bathroom, leaving Norman reeling. Wh...Oh God, oh shit. I think I'm his non-straight wake-up call. Norman thought. And that's not good.

Meanwhile, Carter was having a mini-panic attack in the bathroom.

"Shit." he muttered under his breath. "Shit. I'm not gay, not gay, not gay, I'm... I just kissed a guy!" he muttered to himself, trying to ignore his protesting lower half. "Does that mean I'm attracted to guys? Or women? Or both... or... aagh!" He turned the shower up to full heat, stripped, and got in it, deliberately not looking anywhere near his crotch. Too late he realised he'd left his clothes and towel in the bedroom... "Fuck! Fuck it..." Never mind, he'd deal with that when it came to it. For now, he'd just clear his mind.

"Norman?" his mother's voice came from up the stairs. "Are you alright up there? Your father rang the garage for your friend this morning, and they've picked the car up. They said it will probably take the rest of the day to put the tyres on as they have a big queue, but it should be easy enough. Your father said you could stay until your friend's car is fixed."

"Okay." Norman called back. "Thanks Mom." That is if he is still my friend, and if he wants to get anywhere near me... He got dressed, and trudged down the stairs for breakfast, putting on a happy face. Why was he so bothered anyway? What did another lost friendship mean to him? Irritatingly, the logical part of his thoughts butted in again. Oh, Jeez, not this again. You've fancied him for the best part of a year, and you know you've a soft touch and a romantic. Let's face it, you're probably falling for him already...

Norman hated it when he was right sometimes.

Eating his cooked breakfast alone in the kitchen, he buried his head in his hands, wondering if the situation could possibly get any more awkward. He scraped the last of the egg off his plate, and washed up the plate, when there was a knock at the door, and Carter yelled him simultaneously. He really didn't want to speak to him right now... "I'll get the door Mom!" he yelled. Wiping his face, and running his fingers through his hair from stress, he opened the door, and blinked.

"Er... Hi Norm." said a very stressed, very pregnant-looking Anna clutching three kids.

"H...Hi."