Justin looked at his best friend with a big smile. “God, are you going to tell me already?” Daphne asked. “You are killing me here.” “Okay, but you can’t tell anyone.” Justin told her. Daphne nodded. “I’m gay.” Justin whispered. Daphne rolled her eyes and leaned back in her chair. “I knew that. Gee, Justin, I thought it was something huge.” “What do you mean, you knew that?” Justin asked. “Are you kidding me?” Daphne asked. “It was obvious.” “I was not…it is not.” Justin protested. “Right, because every time we go out to the football field to eat lunch, you do not salivate over the guys.” Daphne mocked. “Oh.” Justin murmured. Daphne smiled at her friend. “It’s okay, Justin. I won’t tell anyone and I won’t stop being your friend.” “Thanks, Daph.” Justin told her. “Uh, there is more.” “There is?” Daphne asked as her attention was pulled towards a table where the people had started laughing. “What is it?” Justin had been staring at the same table. He looked back at Daphne and smirked. “I had sex.” Justin murmured. Daphne’s head snapped back to look at Justin. She smiled widely and pushed her chair closer to the table so she could lean forward and be closer to the blonde. “Do tell.” Justin laughed at his friend’s reaction. “It was fucking great.” “What’s his name?” “Brian. He’s fucking gorgeous.” Justin told her. “When did you meet him?” Justin frowned as he thought about it. “About a month ago.” “A month?!” Daphne asked in outrage. “And you tell me now?!” “Well, at least I’m telling you.” Justin said. Daphne glared at him but nodded and waited patiently. “Daphne, I think I’m in love.” Justin said before he started to tell her everything. *** Brian’s head was resting on Michael’s thighs as he read one of his friend’s comic books. His feet were resting on Justin’s butt as the blonde read another comic. Michael was too engrossed in his own comic book to notice Brian rubbing Justin’s ass or the blonde looking suggestively at Brian. “So, are we going to go see the Spider Man movie?” Justin asked. “No.” Brian said. “Yes.” Michael said. “You don’t have to go, Brian. I can go with Justin.” “I’ll go.” Brian said, not too happy. “Really, you don’t have to.” Michael insisted. “I said I was going to go, Mikey.” Brian told him. Justin looked at Brian with a smirk before he went back to reading. “I’m hungry.” Justin said after a while. Michael looked up at him like he was nuts. “But we just ate.” Michael pointed out. “He eats like crazy.” Brian said. “It was hours ago and I don’t eat like crazy.” Justin said. “Can we order something?” Brian nodded and got up. “What do you guys want?” Brian asked. “Chinese.” Michael said. “No way. Pizza.” Justin told him. “I think Chinese is better.” Brian said. “No. Pizza.” Justin said. “Majority rules.” Michael said getting up and sitting on the couch. “Right, Brian.” Justin got up and walked towards Brian who was dialing for the Chinese place. “Come on, Bri.” Justin said. Justin looked at Michael who wasn’t looking at them. He kissed Brian and pulled back quickly. “Pizza.” Justin murmured. Brian smirked at Justin’s manipulations. He licked his lips and closed his eyes when he felt Justin’s hand on his crotch. “Maybe…maybe we should get pizza this time. So he won’t feel bad.” Brian choked out. Justin smiled and kissed him again. “Fine.” Michael said and got up. Justin and Brian moved away from each other. “I want pepperoni.” Michael said. “Me too.” Justin agreed. Brian nodded and made the call. While they waited, they put on a movie. Brian stole kisses and touched Justin every time Michael wasn’t looking. He was having tons of fun being with Justin. When the pizza arrived, Brian paid the delivery guy and carried the box to the living room. He opened the box and put in the coffee table. “Here you go, boys.” Brian said. Michael moved forward to take a piece. “Aren’t you going to eat?” Brian asked Justin as he sat next to Michael. “That stinks.” Justin protested. “We should have gotten the Chinese food.” Brian and Michael looked at each other and then at Justin like they were going to kill him. *** Justin smiled when he saw Brian’s face staring back at him. He quickly closed his sketchbook and looked around. There wasn’t anybody in sight. He looked at his watch and saw he had been there for almost two hours. He picked up his stuff and got out of the art room. He was almost out of school when he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, Taylor.” “Chris.” Justin said dryly. “Where are you going?” Chris asked. “Home.” Justin said. “What were you doing?” Chris asked. “It’s none of your business.” Justin told him. “Look, as much as I like to stay and talk to you, I have to go.” “What’s the rush?” Chris asked him. “Why are you acting so strange?” Justin asked, frowning. “I’m not acting strange.” Chris told him. “What do you want?” Justin asked, taking a deep breath. Chris stayed quiet for a while then took a step forward. Justin moved back quickly. “Don’t you dare hit me!” Justin shouted. “Isn’t enough that you make my life miserable everyday?” “I wasn’t…never mind.” Chris said. “Get the fuck out of here.” Justin turned around quickly to get out of there. He wondered what the fuck Chris had been doing there so late after school hours. He was going to have to watch his back more carefully. *** Michael opened the door of the theater and Justin walked through. He followed the blonde out of the place as other people were coming out. “Did you have fun?” Michael asked. “Yeah. It was cool.” Justin said. “I can’t wait to see it again.” Michael said. “You are going to see it again?” Justin asked. “Why?” “I’m a big fan of Spider Man.” Michael said. “I can come with Brian next time.” Justin nodded. “I wonder what happened to him.” Justin said. “He said he was going to be here.” Michael shrugged. “Brian is like that.” Michael said. “Maybe he found something better to do.” Justin frowned, feeling like he wasn’t important enough for Brian. “So. did your soda taste strange?” Justin asked. “Mine did.” “Ewww, maybe someone spit in it.” Michael said. “That’s fucking gross, Michael!” Justin told him. “I feel like puking.” “I would too.” Michael said laughing. “Seriously, did yours taste like…copper?” Justin asked. “Copper?” Michael asked. “Yeah. Well, I don’t know. It just didn’t taste like it always does.” Justin tried to explain. “Are you always this weird?” Michael asked Justin. “Nah. I’m trying to keep it down. I don’t want to scare you.” Michael and Justin laughed. “So, want some free beers?” Michael asked. “Great.” Justin told him. “I know the perfect place.” Michael told him. Michael and Justin walked for a while until they reached Brian’s apartment. “Here?” Justin asked as he followed Michael into the building. “Sure. They don’t cost me a thing.” Michael pointed out and they went up the stairs. “I have a key.” “Okay.” Justin told him. “So do you always come without calling first?” “He’s my best friend.” Michael said. “What if he was sleeping and then thinks you are a burglar and shoots you?” Justin asked. “You have a big imagination.” Michael told him. “Brian doesn’t have a gun.” “What if he used a knife?” Justin asked. “He would be right in front of me. I highly doubt he wouldn’t see it was me.” “What if he kept it under his bed and threw it at you?” Justin asked smirking. “Just shut up.” Michael told him shaking his head but with a little smile of amusement. Michael opened the door and walked in with Justin. “Brian!” Michael called as he walked to the kitchen to get some beers. “Maybe he is not…” Justin stopped talking when he heard a noise coming from the bedroom. “I think he is here.” Michael said laughing as he picked two beers and put them out in the counter. Michael walked towards Brian’s room. “I think we should go.” Justin said, scared of what he might see. Michael laughed again and opened the door to Brian’s room. “You asshole!” Michael shouted. “You left us waiting just to fuck a guy?” “Fuck, Mikey!” Brian hissed as he stopped his thrust. Brian pulled away from the trick and got up. He grabbed his pants and was about to shout at Michael again when he saw Justin standing there looking hurt. “I’m leaving.” Justin said. “I don’t want to interrupt.” Justin turned around quickly, feeling his heart breaking in pieces. “Right.” Michael said shaking his head and closing the door after following Justin out of the apartment. Brian knew that he had screwed up big time. He had hurt Justin and even though he was trying to convince himself that he didn’t care, he felt horrible. He couldn’t get the wounded look that Justin had given him out of his mind.