I blinked my eyes open and found myself in an unfamiliar place. It took me a couple of seconds to remember that I was in Michael's room. I rubbed eyes and yawned as I stretched my arms upward. A slight movement suddenly alerts me of something. I spot Michael sleeping next to me, his head resting on my chest. My stretching must've disturbed him. Luckily enough, he doesn't wake up. He snuggles around and cuddles closer to me and I can't help but smile.

I look at the sleeping Michael fondly and I ran my hand through his wavy dark brown hair, smoothing it out. He smiles in his sleep and I take it he likes what I was doing. He was so cute.

I took the time to ponder things while Michael was asleep. First realization. I was weirdly attracted to Michael in some way. Whenever I was around him, I just wanted to cup his cute, little face in my hands and kiss him. Question, why? He was a guy. I am a guy. Since when did I become gay? I stared at Michael and wanted to ask him this question. 'Why are you making my life so complicated?'

Second realization. I wasn't gay if I liked girls right? Nellie was a girl, I liked her. Aylin was a girl, I liked her too, until Charlie showed up. Michael was a guy, I li-..

Like what the fuck? Can't I just think a minute of something without Michael popping into my brain? Michael. Michael. Michael.

Anyways, Third realization. Every time Michael and I kissed, I liked it. Wasn't I suppose to be disgusted that I made out with a guy? It was the exact opposite actually, I was the one who always dove in and kissed him. So what does that make me?

I let out a sigh and stared at Michael once more. In his sleep, he looked so innocent. so vulnerable. So so so VULNERABLE. I looked at his face, his nose, his shut eyes, his lips. He looked perfect. Like an angel. I ran my finger through the bridge of his nose, tracing the outline of his face. I stopped on his lips.

Those lips. I wanted to taste them again. I wanted to feel it against my own mouth. I pressed my face closer to his so our noses were touching each other. I then slowly placed my mouth on his lips and planted a soft kiss on him.

He moaned a little bit and the sound made me shudder all over. Eargasm. I continued kissing him and I moved my tongue to his lips to ask for entrance. He moaned again and it turned me on more. He suddenly blinked his eyes open. He immediately pushed me off him and I stared in shock. I felt a little hurt at his rejection. He wiped his mouth as he stared at me with a weird look on his face.

"Morning Mikey." I said innocently, trying to smile at him. He arched an eyebrow at me and didn't speak. After a few moments of silence, it felt really awkward.

"What?" I asked breaking the tension.

"What the fuck was that?" he asked poker faced.

"What do you mean?" I asked pretending to be clueless. I knew what he meant though.

"Don't 'what do you mean' me. The wake up kiss? Am I Sleeping Beauty now? Or maybe Snow White?" he asked and I swore he held his laughter. I bit my lip and looked at him playfully.

"Why do you keep on kissing me Blake?" Michael asked, his voice a little wary.

"Don't you like it?"

"I did…." he said sheepishly.

"So that's that then." I said with a grin.

"That's not the point! FUCK BLAKE! WHY DO YOU KEEP ON DOING THIS TO ME?!" he exclaimed a little too loud.

I stared at him, shocked, and hurt at his outburst. I immediately looked down and took an interest in the pillow in my feet. I didn't know why he was so mad, I thought he liked me too.. I thought what I felt for him was the same as what he felt for me.. I guess not then

"I'm sorry." I said as I stood up. I made my way to the door.

"No, no Blake.. Wait.." Michael said as he quickly stood up. He lagged though since his foot got caught in the blanket. I stopped in the doorway, my back to him.

"I'm sorry.." he said. "for shouting at you like that.. it's just.."

I turned around so I could face him and see his face. His expression looked pained.

"I don't know if I'm gay or not." Michael said. I didn't expect that line of thought from him.

"Me too." I said. "But does that really matter?" I asked. He shook his head.

He stared at my eyes and so many emotions were passing through that moment. His brown eyes were like staring into my soul. Saying a thousand silent messages. At that moment, he looked liked he resolved a problem and he smiled at me. I smiled back and I felt my world begin to make sense for the first time.

There was one message I wanted to say out loud though.

"I think I love you, Michael Weisman." I said with a smile. I studied his face, wondering how he would react. He smiled too and he took a step closer to me.

"I think I love you too, Blake Jenner." He said as he cupped my face. And then, our lips met.