We walk into my room, talking and laughing, already feeling comfortable with one another. I sit on my bed, watching Zack, as he looks around my room, observing my various posters of Marilyn Manson, Ozzy Osbourne, AC/DC, etc. He then looks at me and grins, and I blush, not knowing why. "This is great! It's like another version of my room, I have most of these posters, but where did you get that one?" He points at my most prized poster of all, the one of Marilyn Manson that I made, with pictures I took at one of his shows. I blush deeper, and stammer, "I m-made that one m-myself, actually. I went to his show last year, and I had great seats, and got some great shots...plus, he even signed it for me after the show!" Zack gasps. "What!?! No way! Showmeshowmeshowme!" I laugh and point to the poster. "Look right under his left eye, he signed there, in small print." He leans in, squinting. "Hm...yeah...yeah I see it! That's awesome!" He looks at me with pure admiration, causing me to blush even more. This time, he notices, and chuckles. "Sorry, didn't mean to embarress you, but you're-I mean, that's- so awesome!" I look up. Did I hear him right? It sounded like he started to say 'I'm so awesome', but stopped...does he like me...? I have to take a chance. I want to get to know him so badly, he's just so sexy and funny and everything I want...
"Hey, Shawn, you okay?"
Oh shit. I must have zoned...well, here's my chance...either I make a new friendship even better, or ruin yet another one...
"Y-yeah...I was just wondering..." I start, then stop, flushing. He looks at me curiously. "What? What's up?"
"A-are you...um...are you, maybe, um...y'know...g-gay?" pleasepleaseplease...dont let me have just ruined this...
He looks at me in total shock, frowning slightly. "No..." FUCK! Dammit, shit, crap, hell, fuck...I screwed up...
"But I am bi...why do you ask?" Way to go, dumbass, you messed up aga-* Wait. What?
I look at him, eyes wide. "Y-you're bisexual...? You're bisexual! Haha! Yes! YES!!!" I jump up, hugging him, laughing. I just can't control myself, I finally got lucky! He hesitates, then returns the hug, blushing soflty, and says, "I assume you are as well, judging by your reaction..."
I look at him, grinning. "Yes, I am!" He laughs, and sits on my bed. I sit next to him, barely able to control my (horniness?) excitement. We sit in silence for a few minutes, but it is a comfortable silence, full of what I hope are unspoken words and understanding. He glances at me, a small smile on his face. "So..." I blush again, and look at him, hopeful at what he may want. "Y-yes?"
He grins, and slides his paw onto mine, squeezing gently. Did...did he just...oh my god...yes!
I look at him, and he blushes, looking down. I smile, and scoot a little closer, holding his paw, squeezing as well. We're so close now...he looks at me again, leaning his head towards me slightly. Yes! I respond in turn, leaning towards him. We are looking into each others eyes, faces so close together...mouths so close together...I can feel his breath brushing my mouth...closer...
Closer...
So close...lips less than an inch apart...half an inch...so close...barely touching...
"Guys! C'mon down to dinner!"
............
FUCK! Are you fucking kidding me?!?
We jerk back, blushing, the moment (momentarily) gone. We stand, not looking at each other, and walk towards the door. My paw is on the door handle. Then: "S-shawn?"
I look back, just in time to see Zack moving in again. Just for a second. Them our lips meet. Oh God...only for a few seconds, but still the happiest moment of my life.
"Are you coming or not?" Mom yells again.
Zack squeezes my paw again, and says softly, "After dinner...then we can be alone again."
I smile and nod, and we go down to dinner.
(END CHAPTER TWO)