"Hope you boys are hungry…" I sighed, and laughed. Poor mom, she probably was thrilled about everything yesterday...and now she probably regretted ever having gotten so much food. I could feel Kevin's stare as we looked through the boxes, figuring out what to eat. Honestly I don't know how our parents dealt with this family's strange food appeal. I mean come on, Kevin couldn't last a day without rootbeer, waffles, and his guitar. Joe, he couldn't last a day without…yeah. Let's not go there. Me. I could not go a day without milk, sugar, Chinese…well I could, but then it wouldn't be fun.

"So…should we start at the end…or the beginning?" Kevin asked slowly. I forgot; he wasn't here for the party. It would have made me angry before, but now, I think he's lucky.

"Um…you can start at the end... I'll take the beginning." I looked at the boxes and sighed. Well this is an adventure in a half.

"So…this party must have been fun."

"Only if you consider a load of people, and funky cat smells fun…"

Kevin gave me a look of apology. "Aunt Pearle was here eh?"

"That woman has never even owned a cat…I still don't understand how she gets off smelling like a load of them!" I laughed, looking through the third of fourth box and pulling a few things out, some orange chicken to heat up and come pizza, orange fruit salad and setting them on the table.

"So, besides all of that, did you have fun?" He asked me. I could still sense his guilty tone.

"Honestly?" I asked as I placed the food in the large microwave and pressed the button. My back was leant against the counter as I looked at Kevin, who was pulling some things out of the next few boxes. "I was kinda in the tree house the whole time…being butt hurt cause you didn't come to the party…and you LIVE here."

"I know…Nick…I'm sorry."

I nodded and smiled.

"Really, I forgive you…besides, you've made up for it already." I winked; glad mom had already left the room.

BEEP!

I retrieved my warm food and Kevin replaced the empty space with his, brushing against me and making me almost drop my plate, I cleared my throat and walked to the table, sitting down. Kevin was quiet for a while, which only led to my thinking back on almost being caught. I don't think I could handle that if we did…what would happen? Someone could find out about us and totally ruin our lives…our family's lives…the band…but what I was really worried about was what someone could do to us…to Kevin… if someone found out what if they tried to hurt us? Like…kill us for being incestuous and …gay…I think…God…here I go again thinking.

"Nick?"

"Huh?" I snapped out of my thoughts as Kevin had sat across from me, taking a bite of something on his plate.

"You alright?"

"Oh…yeah, sorry just thinking."

"About what?"

"Nothing." I lied. Great job Nick, he already knows you were thinking, no use in telling him you WEREN'T now. STUPID!

"Nick, you can tell me…not like we're hiding anything…" He smiled, giving me that knowing look. Seeing as only we knew we were in love.

I sighed.

"It's just…if we…" I lowered my voice. "If we did get caught…what if someone…tries to hurt us…"

"Nick, I would never let anyone hurt you."

"Yeah…I just."

"No one will lay a finger on you…ever." Kevin sighed." Not if I have a say in it."

I nodded, knowing he could very well put up a fight, but I would die if he got hurt, I would die if I got hurt, but that was just irrelevant. I'm just paranoid.

"I love you."

I looked up and smiled, eating my food.

"I love you too."