A/n: Wow! Loved all your reviews from Ch. 6. I just want to say thank you to everyone who comes back for each new chapter and reviews it. I really appreciate it. It's not required to write a review so I'm so greatful for that. Okay, so Jeremy and Tyler adjust to what happened in Fiyah Burnin'. I'm having a hard time with how they react, so bare with me. I'm debating on the ending so we'll see how it this ch. ends! Enjoy.

Chapter 7

I kissed a boy & I liked it

(Tyler's p.o.v)

Jeremy was in the shower. I could hear the water pouring. I don't know what to do. Should I leave? Should I just sit here. Do I go home and shower then come back? What's he thinking about? Why the hell did I kiss him? fuck, he thought He's probably scrubbing every part of me off him. Hell, he kissed back. It's not like I forced him to do that. I just, I-I-I-I started it? I just had sex with Jeremy Gilbert. Well I guess I just did 2 things my Father would never do. Shit.

(Jeremy's p.o.v)

What the hell was that? Does Tyler even know what he just did? How hard did I hit that kid? Knowing my fucking luck he'll probably forget all about this fucking night. I don't even know how that started. Think, Jeremy, just think. Okay, we were playing Halo. I hit him on the head with a can of drink. Accident. I drug him upstairs. On my bed. He woke up, told me to stay with him. Keep him talking. I got up to go to my desk. Turn to see how he was doing. And h-he kissed me? Who took off their clothes first? Fuck.

(p.o.v over)

Jeremy couldn't remember much. He just knew Tyler had started it. But he didn't know who made it something more. He just knew he, well he liked it. He also worried if Tyler would even remember this the next day. And if he did remember it, would he regret it? Would he want to talk about it? Deny it? Jeremy didn't really think about this, but if Tyler denied it, Jeremy would be crushed. It meant something to him. He wasn't exactly sure what their passion-filled night did mean, but Jeremy wouldn't be forgetting it any time soon.

But that in itself, worried Jeremy. He didn't want to be that guy.

Tyler heard the shower turn off. He knew it was only a matter of time before Jeremy would walk out in his towel and Tyler would have to face what he just did. What they just did. He still didn't know if he should just stay there, talk it out, or get the hell out while he still could. Before he could make a rational decision, he saw Jeremy come out of the bathroom with his towel barely clinging on to his hips showing his wet torso and steaming chest.

Decision made.

For a second there, Tyler couldn't even get a whole sentence out even if he tried. He noticed he was staring and quickly took his hungry eyes to the floor of the bedroom they had just had sex in.

"Um", Jeremy could hardly talk himself.

"Yeah, I", Tyler responded.

"So, h-how are you feeling?"

"What?"

"You're head. You must have a head ache by now. You want something for it?" Jeremy didn't notice he was avoiding the pink elephant in the room. He really was concerned about Tyler's head.

"Yeah, um, no. No, I'm fine. Head doesn't even hurt anymore. Look I uh, I gotta go." Tyler quickly got up to his feet and just as fast, was falling to them.

Jeremy quickly caught Tyler wouthout even thinking and was holding the older boy up with everything he had. Tyler's head was spinning. He could barely stand, much less walk.

"You all right? Man, you can't drive like this. You sure you don't need anything?" Jeremy just realized he basically implied that Tyler would stay there if he didn't feel up tp driving home. It wasn't like Jeremy had his license yet. He could drive, just not legally.

"What? Oh, I-I don't know what happened. The room just got, hot and spun around. I'm fine." Tyler wasn't fine. He was confused. He lied before, his head was pounding.

"Hang on, man. I'll go down stairs and find some aspirin or, something. Just uh, stay here. I'll be right." Jeremy tightened the towel that was slipping from his hips and ran downstairs.

(Tyler's p.o.v)

God he needs to put on some clothes. Damnit, what is wrong with yourself? What does this even mean? Okay, when he gets up here, you're gonna ask him. Maybe this meant nothing. Maybe, it was, casual?

(p.o.v over)

Tyler realized that he didn't want whatever that was to be casual. He didn't know what he wanted it to be. But casual meant that it was just sex. Eventhough Tyler had always used that as a form of release, it usually meant the chick he'd have it with didn't mean much to him.

As Jeremy found the bottle of headache reliever, he made his way back to his bedroom. When he got up the nerve to actually go in and face Tyler, he found his mouth conquered by Tyler's.

They kissed back and fourth each deepeding their connection even more. Tyler's hands met Jeremy's as he tried to keep his falling towel in place. Jeremy felt Tyler pull away and he opened his eyes. Neither of them said anything.

"I'm not gay." Tyler had immediately said those words back to himself and hated every letter.

"No one said you were." Jeremy had finally went on the hunt for jeans. He pulled a pair of lightly washed denim pants from his drawers and went to his bathroom.

Tyler resisted the urge to follow. "I know. But this, that, it shouldn't happen again. I don't think - I don't think it'd be right." Liar.

"Look man, it happened and, if you want to forget about it, that's okay with me." Lie. Lie,lie,lie.

Tyler thought he'd be happy to hear that from Jeremy, but he wasn't. His head was filled with confused thoughts and the constant reminder of, All I wanted to do was make peace with him. Where the hell'd that go? The kid was confused. Jeremy basically told him that it wasn't a big deal so Tyler had to agree.

"Fine, yeah. Um, I gotta go."

From the bathroom Jeremy said, "Wait, can you drive?"

"Yea, I'm okay."

Before Jeremy could even walk back to his bedroom, Tyler had left. Tyler had left leaving Jeremy to wonder what the hell was going on. From what Tyler told him, Jeremy had to assume it was nothing. So if Tyler could ignore it, so could Jeremy.

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A/n: Okay so, I am literally hating this Chapter. Tell me what you think. Ugh, I wanted it to be so much better! Oh well. I guess the awkward part was necessary. I just hated writing it. I promise Chapter 8 will be so much better. Well, I hope anyways. I'm realizing that there's not much of a storyline going on. So I'm on a mission to change that. I have an idea though (brainstorming). Tell me what you think! Seriously, go on. Hit that review button. Advice is welcome. Encouraged, in fact!