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I woke up with a pain in the side of my head. I reached desperately to my side, searching for the warmth of Stan's body, but only successfully finding a sock. I closed my eyes, sighed, and sat up. With no realization during the night, I'd ended up on the floor. I looked to my right to see Stan on the bed, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm.

Finding a pair of shorts nearby, I pulled them on and headed downstairs. I peered quickly out of my window, noticing that my parents had already left for work. In addition to the pain on the side of my head, I discovered a bruise on my knee. Though I'm a heavy sleeper, I figured I'd at least woken if I fell off my bed at midnight.

I sighed heavily and made myself some coffee, leaving some in the maker for Stan. Before I was about to go upstairs, a knock on the front door caused me to pause in my tracks. Who was coming here at 8 in the morning? I reluctantly turned on my heels and approached the door. Opening it slowly and tiredly, I found the culprit.

Craig stood at my door, looking as though he got no sleep. I gaped at him for a moment before speaking.

"Hey, uh, dude, what's up?" I asked, awkwardly, stepping aside for him to come in.

The brunette pulled my phone out of his pocket and handed it to me. "Clyde brought this to my house this morning. He thought it was mine," he said, handing it to me. I accepted it from his grasp and grinned at him.

"Thanks, dude. I figured I probably wouldn't have seen it again." I was sure it would have been easily disregarded at Token's house.

He sighed heavily and gave a soft smile. "Yeah, that's all, I guess. I'll go now." Craig said, waving and starting towards the door. What I guessed was some instant pity came over me. Something seemed wrong, so I spoke up again before he departed.

"You don't have to go," I began, thinking for a reason, "You want some coffee?" I asked, gesturing towards the kitchen.

He nodded and plastered a smile on his face. "Sure, I'd like that."

By the time we were both settled at the island in my kitchen, I set down my coffee and spoke up.

"Are you okay?" I asked, realizing that he began regaining that tired, depressed look.

I noticed his frown sink a little deeper upon my words, but he shrugged. "I didn't come over here... just to bring you your phone."

"Then, what?" I raised a curious eyebrow, though he didn't take notice of it. It seemed like a few minutes had passed before his response, even though it was probably only a matter of seconds. However, I was impatient.

Our eyes locked once more. He didn't drop my gaze this time.

"I know.." he started, his voice intensifying.. the tired looked beginning to fade.. "That you've heard rumors," he paused again, seemingly unsure whether or not to continue, "About me having a crush on you, and shit.."

Though my mind wanted to reject what I knew I was going to hear, I couldn't break our gaze. His eyes.. I'd never realized how blue they were.. They looked so mysterious.. so full of secrets that I suddenly was dieing to know..

"And I just wanted to tell you, that they're true," he finished.

My heart began racing, and I felt myself getting closer to his face. His pupil's grew bigger; he didn't seem to know how to react. I felt as thought I was under a spell. I didn't want to look away from him. I didn't want to get any closer, but I did. I leaned deeper into his frame took a deep breath. Why was I doing this? What was I doing? This was wrong.. I shouldn't have been doing this.. this was wrong...

As soon as I was close enough to him, I mouthed the words, "Kiss me."

He didn't hesitate to do so, pressing his warm lips to mine. I enjoyed the sensation. Something new was spreading through my entire body. Chills were circulating at the ease of his previous words. I closed my eyes and moved my lips in unison with his. It took a few more moments before we stopped. He pulled away and looked fondly into my eyes, once more.

But this time, something was different. I didn't see the same eyes I saw a few minutes ago. Instead, coming into view, was the face of someone I didn't want to look at anymore. I wouldn't say this was entirely his fault, probably more mine, but I didn't want anything to do with him. After all, I was dating Stan, right?

Hopefully as of now, I still am. Millions of thoughts flooded my mind, thinking about what might happen if Craig expected to be in a relationship with me now, or if he told someone what happened. That couldn't happen. I didn't like Craig like that.

Right?

"Craig, I'm sorry, I can't.." I stopped, noticing a hurt look in this. It was almost like a harmless puppy. His eyes were immediately adverted downwards.

"Why did you kiss me?"

"I thought.. I actually.. I don't know what I thought. I didn't think, honestly.. Craig.." I held a pause after his name, waiting for some sort of eye to eye contact but receiving none.

The boy barely made as much as a movement.

"I'm dating someone," I finally admitted.

He looked back up and nodded.

"Stan, right?"

I curiously scratched the side of my head. "How did you..?"

"Everyone knows it, Kyle. Everyone suspects it."

"What do you mean by everyone?"

"It's not hard to figure out," he said, rolling his eyes as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

I shook my head and stared out the window. "I'm sorry.."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

There was no reason for not telling Craig. Honestly, no reason. Once thinking about it, I had every reason to tell him I was gay. We were almost best friends, second to Stan, but we shared a bond that even Stan and I didn't share at times. Stan and I were different, but Craig and I.. Craig and I shared almost everything. We listened to the same music, enjoyed the same things. And we didn't keep things from each other.

"I don't know. There's no good reason as to why I didn't tell you."

"So, you're gay right?"

"Yeah.."

"I'd understand if you didn't want to tell me about Stan and you, but you could have at least told me that you liked guys, too. I didn't believe the rumors. I didn't. But once I started hearing them, I got really jealous at the possibility, Kyle."

"Why?" I asked.

He threw his head into hands and ran them through his hair, staring at me with an expression of pure hatred.

"I have to go."

"Craig, wait!" I said, beginning after him as he made his way to the back door.

"Don't worry," he groaned, one hand on the door, "I won't tell anyone."

The door slammed shut with a loud thud and I turned around and started crying. What was wrong with me? If I could turn back the future, I would have reset the last few minutes, and have Craig go home instead of inviting him for coffee. Actually, I would have reset back the last few months, and tell him sooner, that I was gay, and that I was dating Stan so he wouldn't have to find out like this.

I hated myself.

I walked to the bathroom and rinsed my face off with water, deciding that it was probably much easier to take a shower. I took a three minute shower that consisted of purely rinsing down my body, and retreated back upstairs.

Stan was just reaching his hands towards the ceiling, stretching, when I walked into the bedroom. He smiled at me and gestured towards the empty spot next to him on the bed. I ignored his gesture and stood wordlessly in the middle of the room. I wasn't even considering telling Stan, myself, about what had happened, until he asked.

"Were you with someone down there?"

"Yeah.. Craig was dropping off my cell phone for me," I brushed it off, acting as if it was no big deal.

"Why was there so much yelling?"

"Don't worry about it."

Stan shrugged and relaxed against the pillow.

"Stan, I can't lie to you."

"I know you can't. You're a horrible liar." He responded, laughing slightly.

"Craig and I kissed." I blurted.

"You.. what?"

"You have every reason to be mad at me. You have every reason to walk out right now, but I just want to let you know that it meant absolutely nothing to me.. It was on impulse, and I couldn't control myself.."

"Kyle.."

"I don't know why I did it. I didn't even feel anything from it. He told me he had a crush on me.."

"Kyle, stop it."

"Stan, I'm sorry. I'm so upset with myself."

"Kyle, I'm not mad at you."

I stared back at him with a slightly confused expression.

"There are certain things to be mad at people for, and this isn't one of them. The fact that you're telling me you did it, personally, and that I'm not finding out from a stranger I barely know, lets me believe you. If you really meant something by the kiss, you wouldn't have told me. I know you Kyle. I know you didn't do anything to intentionally hurt me. I don't want to let you go after this. It's something that can be overlooked."

My cheeks grew red at his ability to say all the right things. The only thing I could reply with was, "Stan, I love you."

"You have to be able to accept someone at their worst to even have the privilege of seeing them at their best. Some things can be looked passed, forgotten about, and moved on."

"I never knew you were so insightful." I laughed, smiling at him with desire.

He winked at me and came closer, wrapping his arms around my body.

"Only for you babe."

It didn't feel real. It was like something that happened solely in devoted love movies. I never really understood how accepting Stan was before. I never wanted to make a mistake like that again. Guilt crept up on me for the rest of the day. Night came around and I logged onto my laptop. Stan sat across from me with his laptop that he'd retrieved from his house a few hours before.

"Stan. I think we should tell people."

"Tell people what?" He asked, eyes still scanning back and forth along his screen.

"About.. us."

"About us?"

"Like, how we're dating."

"Why the sudden change in mind?"

I shrugged. "Keeping things hidden isn't always good. It's been a while now, people should know."

"But.. why are you deciding this after what happened today? It seems kind of specific. What did he say to change your mind?"

I set my computer aside. "Craig told me that people already know."

"How would they?"

"I don't know. Now that I think of it, he may have just been saying it to make me mad. Maybe he was going to tell people. But I would rather them hear it from me, not him, or whoever else he might spread it to."

"I think.. I think that's a smart idea," he added, setting his computer to the side also. He joined me on my bed and draped an arm around my shoulders. "Post it on Facebook. I'm sure that will get the message across pretty quickly, right?"

I nodded.

"And you're sure you're okay with this?" He asked one more time, for reassurance.

I nodded again and pulled my laptop onto my lap.

I've been hiding this for a while, but it's finally time to come out and say it. I'm gay.

"I'm not going to tell anyone we're dating unless they ask. We can take this one step at a time."

"That's fine, but I might need to make a Facebook for this," he laughed, kissing me on the cheek and regaining his position back by his computer.

My eyes set back at the screen. In nearly seconds, the post had 7 likes and 6 comments, and there was one chat bubble.

It was from Kenny.

I opened it.

Kyle. I've been waiting for this day to come. You should come over to my place tonight.

Fuck.

Yeah. This chapter was longer than I expected it to be, but I couldn't stop writing. I hoped you guys liked it. I'm not so sure if I'm entirely pleased with it yet, so I'd love to hear your opinions and reactions. If you read it, please please please please review. C: It motivates me to update faster. It also makes me feel super duper awesome when I get a new one. SO. YEAH. :D Love you all! ~Lindsey.

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