Blake's POV:

I felt sick to my stomach as I walked down the streets. I wanted to head home and lock myself in my room and die there. I didn't deserve to live after what I had just done. I looked at the two story house in front of me. The house that I dreaded to enter. I stood there in the sidewalk, staring at the house I didn't feel I deserved to go in. What kind of person was I? Then a nagging voice in my head answered it for me. I'll tell you what. A two-timing cheater that's what.

I stared at the windows, looking through and seeing nothing. My heart was pounding heavily in my chest. I can't do it, I thought. Maybe I should just go home and tell Michael I got sick. Yeah, that's what I'm gonna do.

I started to turn but just then, the door swung open and Michael stepped out. His eyes widened as he saw me standing there on the sidewalk.

"Were you just standing there the whole time you were gone?" He asked as he made his way to me.

"No I just came from the park." I said quietly, avoiding his eyes.

"There's a park here?" He asked excitedly.

"Yeah…"

"Let's go there together." He pleaded as he grabbed both my hands with his good left hand.

"Maybe tomorrow" I said weakly.

"Why so glum, Blakey?" He asked concerned as he stared at me with his brown eyes. I held his gaze and as I did, the image of Nellie returned. Staring at me with her golden brown eyes. Then the memory of the kiss we shared at the park returned to me. My conscience struck me again and I felt guiltier by the minute.

"Blake? Are you okay?" Michael asked a little worried as he held my chin to look at him in the eye. The look of concern on his face made my stomach queesy. I couldn't hurt him by telling him what I just did.

"Yeah" I lied. "I'm fine."

I placed the two pop tarts in the toaster and stared at them idly while it heated. How could I have done that to Michael? Not even one day has passed and I had already cheated on him.

Was that even called cheating? I mean Michael is my 'boyfriend'. (It somehow feels weird thinking about having a boyfriend if you're a guy). Nellie was a girl and since I didn't have a girlfriend, that wasn't cheating, right? I mean it wasn't as if I kissed another guy.

Yes, it wasn't cheating. I tried to convince myself this train of thinking, but somehow I still felt bad about it. I watched the heating pastry and battled with my thoughts as a hand slipped from behind and covered half of my face.

"Guess who?" a voice asked playfully.

"Oh.. I wonder who could it be? Hmm…. Is it Shanna?" I asked holding back my laughter.

Michael suddenly froze and his hand sagged down. I turned around to look at his face, curious about the sudden change of Michael's behavior. I found him staring vacantly into space. There was a haunted look in his eyes and it scared me. I placed both my hands on his shoulders and shook him lightly.

"Mikey, what's wrong?" I asked. Michael blinked his eyes a few times and those horror filled eyes returned to normal. "What's the matter?"

He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but immediately shut it. He then smiled. "Nothing."

I eyed him suspiciously and he kept on smiling. "You're so weird, you know that?" I asked.

"You think I'm weird?" he asked, his smile faltering a little.

"Yeah.. and that's one of the reasons why I love you." I said as I ruffled his dark brown hair.

"So, now that OUR homework is finished, what do you want to do?" Michael asked as he played with his pop tart. He didn't look like he was going to eat it so I eyed the treat wishing he'd give it to me later.

"Hmmm…" I thought about it for a while as I chewed on my pop tart. I wanted to make this weekend special. Somehow I wanted to make it up to Michael for what I did. Maybe if I'd be really nice to him, it won't matter that I cheated on him. As if, the nagging voice in my head answered. Suddenly an idea came to me.

"Hey Mikey, I think you're running low on syrup. Maybe you should go buy some more." I said. I wanted to make a surprise for Michael so I wanted him out the house for this little something.

"Maybe some other time." He answered lazily.

"And milk too! Yes! You need to buy more milk! and maybe a jar of peanut butter too. And a loaf of bread!" I said as I stood up and dragged him to the living room.

"Why do I have to buy now?" he asked

"Well, I'm your guest, so you have to supply me with food." I said with a smile. I grabbed one notebook from the counter and ripped up a page. I then wrote the things Michael needed to buy from the grocery store. The list had 5 few items which were:

-Syrup

-Peanut Butter

-Strawberry Jelly

-Milk

-Bread

"Now go!" I said as I pushed him out the door. "Here's 50 bucks. Enjoy shopping!" I said as I closed the door on him on his own house. I peeked out the window to make sure he really did go and eventually he walked away. I smiled and on the inside I was jumping with joy. I would make the best surprise for Michael. Even I, was getting thrilled just by thinking of the surprise I was about to make for him.

Michael's POV:

I didn't know what Blake was up to or why'd he suddenly wanted me to buy some stuff but nonetheless, I found myself walking to the bus stop. I was feeling completely different today. Maybe it was because I had resolved all my feelings for Blake and somehow my mind was at peace. There were no longer any more questions and frustrations in my head. I had finally resolved all those problems I had in my mind.

As all of those old problems were in the past but then came a new one. A problem I had to face. Others knowing about me and Blake. What would other people think of us? Would they accept us with open arms? or judge us indifferently? Just the thought of telling Adam that Blake was my new boyfriend and what his reaction would be made my head spin. What if he disapproved of our relationship and he asked me to move out? Would he make me choose between being with Blake or living with him? Thinking about it made my heart ace. I sighed. Surely Adam wouldn't act like that

The bus arrived then and I got on board. I dropped my payment and made my way to an empty seat in the middle row. I took the window seat and stared vacantly outside. I suddenly hated the situation I was in. Yes, being with Blake would surely make me happy but thinking about what others would say about us troubled me. I didn't know I was gay until I met Blake. But why was I attracted to girls then. So I must be bisexual… What do bisexual people usually like more? The same sex or the opposite? I pondered this things for a moment but wait, why? Why was I fussing about this? I shook my head and came to make a resolution. Blake was my new boyfriend, and that's all that mattered for the moment.

I pushed the shopping cart down the long aisle filled with assorted condiments and spreads. I checked the list Blake made for me. Peanut Butter. Why would he write Peanut butter? I was allergic to peanuts, so why should I buy peanut butter for 'my' household needs? I shrugged and laughed slightly while I shook my head. Oh Blake…

I had finished buying everything and was on my back. It was already getting dark as the sun was setting. I tried to think of what Blake did in the house while I was gone. Maybe he hogged my PS3 and practiced a lot so he could beat me… maybe… I smiled at the thought and kept a cheerful mood on the way.

As I got home, I noticed it was really quiet. No TV sounds or anything. Weird. Maybe Blake was sleeping then. I peered in from the window and I was shocked to see that the lights were out. What if Blake left? What if he went home while I was gone? No. He wouldn't… Would he?

I opened the door slowly. It made a creaky sound in the silence of the moment. "Blake?" I whispered. Nothing. No response. I went to the kitchen to stash away the groceries I bought. As I got there, there was a note on the refrigerator. It read:

Meet me outback.

3 Blakey

I smiled a that as I placed the groceries down. I immediately went to my room and quickly showered and changed into a clean set of clothes. As I peeked outside my bedroom window, I saw a wonderful display of candle-lights in the backyard. The night sky illuminated by the small fire's. It looked magical. I became more excited as I headed downstairs. As I passed by the living room, I stopped to check my reflection in the mirror. I wanted to look perfect. Perfect for Blake.

Blake's POV:

I waited anxiously in the backyard. I looked at the many candles I lit for this evening. They gave the place a romantic, peaceful feel as the night enveloped the place. I hoped Michael would like this. I glanced at my watch. 7:00. He should've been here by now. I wonder where he…

"Wow." Michael breathed. It made me jump a little. I looked at him and smiled. His eyes were in awe of his surroundings, and when they turned to me, they were so full of emotion.

"You did all of this for me?" he asked as he came to where I was standing.

"No." I said as I wrapped my arms around him. "I did this for us." I smiled as I hugged him. We stayed there for a moment and I felt so… I don't know, happy? words could not describe that moment. That moment nothing else mattered., the candles didn't matter. The dinner, somehow mattered. But all there was was Michael and me.

Eventually we had to break the hug even though I didn't want to. We were seated on a mat laid on the grass just staring at each other while eating. The moment was so perfect. I didn't want it to end.

"This spaghetti is great" Michael said with a smile. "I didn't know you could cook Blake."

"Uhhh… I just ordered these." I said admittedly. "They're from Breadstix."

"Oh… it's really good." He said and I smiled. He stared at me for a moment.

"I love you." Michael said as he placed his hand on my cheek "Ever since the day I met you." he said.

My eyes widened at his statement. "Really?" I asked with a smile.

"Yeah, why?" He asked, his voice a little curious.

"When I met you… I felt something different inside me. I had this feeling in my gut that you would mean something to me, crazy as it sounded. I just knew you were something special" I said,

"Really now?" he asked with a smile. "So when did you finally decide that you liked me?" Michael asked playfully as he ruffled my hair.

"Ever since you kissed me on the road." I grinned. "Not until then, I always thought you'd just be my bestfriend."

"Oh Blakey…" Michael said as he put his food aside. He placed his head on my lap. "You don't know how much I love you…" he said as placed a kiss on my chin. It made me shudder and my body tingle.

"I can only imagine." I said with a grin as I put my food aside too. "Tell me something I don't know." I said as I stroke his hair fondly.

"Ummm… let's see… Ah! you know back at the party?" He asked.

"Party? You mean at Shanna's?" I asked.

"Yeah.." Michael cringed a little as I said the name. I eyed him suspiciously but quickly shrugged it off "Did you know you kissed me back then?" he asked. "You were drunk though…"

"Really? I don't really remember…"

"Yeah, but only in the cheek though…" Michael said sadly and I looked down on his face and he was pouting. I smiled and planted a kiss on his lips. I held his face with my left hand and he gripped the back of my neck as we kissed. The kiss was sweet and the feelings I felt weren't lust, they were plain all love and adoration for Michael. Just being with him was enough for me in the moment. It sent a shock wave throughout my body, making me feel reenergized. It was like a wave of pleasure washed over me. I broke the kiss and smiled.

"Better?" I asked

"Lots." Michael said smiling playfully. "Your turn" he said. I thought about it for a moment. What did I have on Michael that he didn't know yet. I got one but I hesitated on saying it.

"Umm… mine is kinda embarrassing…" I said blushing.

"What is it?" Michael asked excitedly.

"Well… remember the day you woke up in the hospital?" I asked slowly

"Yes, why… did you do something when I was asleep?" He asked suspiciously and I laughed at that.

"No." I said while laughing. "Uhh… when I got home… I kinda masturbated to you…" I said like a naughty child being caught doing something wrong. Michael was silent for a moment and I started to flush. Then he smiled mischievously at me.

"That's so dirty Blake!" He said as he pinched me on the nose. I chuckled. He then planted a kiss on my neck. The contact of his lips on my skin made me shudder again and moan in pleasure.

After a few more hours of staying there, chatting and enjoying the time together. I suddenly heard a snore. I looked down to see Michael was already asleep on my lap. I smiled and admired at how cute he looked. The candle light illuminating his face, making him look like a celestial creature. Michael looked perfect. I bent and got closer to his face and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"I love you Mikey." I whispered in his ear. I let him stay there and I wished the moment lasted forever. It was perfect.