Yeah... So, i'm back, sort of. Not really. But, i'm trying so hard with these chapters stories. It's just hard you know? But, I think i'll have a lot more time now since my spring semester is over. I have all summer to write/work before going back in the fall. So I will try really hard to update. I swear. /sigh

/I'm also trying very hard to improve my writing skills, so i'm trying a different writing style for this chapter. Feedback is appreciated about it.

When Kevin did make it to where Nazz was - which they had text agreed to meet at the lake that was outside their town – he told Nazz everything. Well, virtually everything. He left out the fact that he had felt up the incredibly erotic Edd and had used his backside to get off. But he told her everything else. He told her how Edd posed as a prostitute and the project he forced him into. He even included the steamy make out session that had happened about an hour prior.

Though relieved to have gotten that off his chest, Kevin was more than offended at Nazz's reaction.

She snorted, "I knew you were gay." She didn't say it in that of triumph but in a way that everything made sense. As if all her thoughts were conformed from what Kevin had just told her.

Okay, Kevin thought, that wasn't the answer I was waiting for – but I guess it's an okay start. He held back his voice though; he started to take in Nazz's words. Gay. That kind of thing certainly never even crossed his mind. It never crossed his mind because he was never put into a type of situation like this before. Maybe he was. It would make sense. The reason why he couldn't seem to stay away from the little dork, why he always, always kissed him when they were around together – and always having these mind numbing thoughts of just lunging and kissing him.

Doing … other things as well.

"Alright, I'll bite." He kept his voice even, not at all like he was fishing for some answers. "Why do you say that?"

Nazz started kicking at some of the sand, making small little crevasses here and there with the toe of her shoe. She was stalling. "Like… Okay. Remember when you and I were dating back in junior?"

As if Kevin would forget something like that, it was the most embarrassing moment of his life. He was almost certain he didn't want to hear anything else, but something inside of him told him to. He needed to be reminded.

"I don't think I have to go back into detail, ya know, since it's the past and all." Her eyes finally met his, "You couldn't get it up." She practically sang.

And Kevin couldn't stop his head form hanging in, what? Shame? Guilt? He didn't know, but it wasn't from not being able to perform. He always told himself it was because he was so nervous and they were both virgins at that time. He never once gave to thought of the cause being due to the opposite sex. He still shock his head, "that only happened once though." This was sort of the truth – sort of because it was the only time that he had indeed couldn't perform, but it wasn't the only incident between them.

Nazz's song voice was still practically in tune with her words. It's something that Kevin had come to loth quite well. "And you called me Brian that one tiiiime~"

Aaaaaaaand she had finally said it.

What little dignity Kevin had acquired over the years had just shattered into a million little glass pieces – some of those pieces were stuck in his skin. They were digging deep.

"Yes okay. God, I called you that one time. But I already told you that I-," Before he could go on, she interrupted him.

"I had watched a sex video better coming over because I wanted to improve my game with you. The dudes name was Brian." She said sardonically. Though her voice was clear with mockery and not of scorn or spite. He wouldn't blame her even if her words were laced in it.

"Alright, alright, I get it." He couldn't bear anymore from his past mistakes.

"Look, I'm not here to bring up old stuff. And clearly that so isn't what you wanted to hear from me. You wanted like, advice, right? "She pressed on without waiting for an answer from him. "Well, you want to know what I think you should do."

Kevin merely shrugged at this point.

"I think you should go back over there, tell that little dork how you feel – and add some charm while ya do it – and I bet you he will easily feel the same way." He only lifted his eyes and noticed a sweet and genuine smile on her face. "You're an amazing guy, Kev."

"Tell him what though? I don't even know what I feel for him." Kevin backtracked this whole situation for a moment, "holy balls. I didn't even think about this at all. I just keep thinking about kissing and doing stuff to him. I never gave thought to what it all actually meant."

Was he an idiot? To forget something as serious as this. What did he even feel? Lust. That's what he felt for Double D. Lust and that gap the boy had. Kevin wasn't the type of person to just open up and hand out feelings so easily. He had never even been in a real relationship before. Everything was starting to become foreign and vague.

Admiration, he thought. That's something that he felt as well. Admiration and respect for the little dweeb. Could something be built from something as little as that though? How he was pretty strong considering all of the crap that he's been put through.

Considering you're the one putting him through all that crap? his thoughts threw at him.

"Right…" He said silently to himself.

He kind of got it.

To make things right, or at least a starting to a mends – he knew exactly what he had to do.

The wind was whipping Kevin's hair all around his face – not even his hat was keeping it out of his line of sight. How he was going to even do this?

Hey double dweeb, I know I've been kind of a douche too you about the whole prostitution thing – but hey, it's cool because i've decided to just free you from this and I was thinking we could go and get some food together?

"Oh you idiot…" He said aloud, though he himself couldn't even hear it from the roar of his motorcycle cruising its way into the cul-de-sac. He turned off the engine when he pulled up by the curve of Double D's driveway. His heart was pounding. Why? He's never felt like this before. He's never been in a situation where his heart was louder than his boots hitting the pavement. His throat was thick and he couldn't swallow his fear.

Stop already… Stop acting so weird, man…

He just couldn't comprehend it. He stood in place – on the welcome mat, unmoving. His hands were shoved into his pockets, balled into fists to make sure he couldn't pull them out himself. Dang. So many emotions were swirling around in his head and in his stomach. Butterflies were no match for whatever was flipping and fluttering at this moment. His chest began to ache.

Before he could even think about hitting the doorbell the door slowly opened. He stopped breathing.

Crap, this was it.

For some reason he couldn't contain himself – he said the words before he even realized what came out of his mouth. "Go out with me!"

The door opened fully and Kevin realized the person standing before him wasn't Double D.

And boom, bang, bop cliffhanger!

Who's at the door? And why wasn't it Double D? /heartbreakingnoise cx