Damon's pov:

The last couple of weeks were the best I had in a long time.

People were nice to me, I was doing good at school, and my fiends...

I had been sitting with the popular kids for the past few weeks, but they weren't really my friends. Keith was. Nd of course I talked to Anna a lot. I was feeling good and I hoped that wouldn't change.

Today Keith was coming over and I helped my mother baking cookies.

"I'm so excited your friend is finally coming over!" She said while preparing the cooky dough.

"He is just a friend mom. He is coming over because we both like gaming and I to have one he hasn't" I explained before she would get anything in her mind.

She nodded and put the cookies in the oven.

"I understand, honey. I'm just happy your making friends." She replied.

The doorbell rang and I ran over before one of my siblings could open the door. They were already trying to get it.

"NO! Go sit on the couch!" I snapped and opened the door. Keith jumped and stumbled pulling a funny face. It made me laugh.

"Hey Keith." I said and he scratched his head. "Hey Damon, sup?" I shrugged and heard my siblings giggling in the living room.

"Come in, or did you plan to stay outside?" I asked him with a grin. He smiled awkwardly and came in.

"I have to warn you though, I have three brothers and a sister and they can be quite a pain in the ass sometimes." I said leading Keith inside.

"Oh, that's okay." He said quickly. The first one we bumped into was my mom, who had a wide smile on her face.

"This is my mom." I told him and they shook hands. "Hello miss Stone, I'm Keith." Keith itroduced himself shy.

"Please, call me Rachel." She said with a kind smile. "My father is at work, but you could meet my siblings." He nodded nd we went to the living room where it had become suspiciously quiet.

They sat on the couch and stared at us with innocent eyes. "As you can see, I have three brothers and a sister." I started. "This is Drake, my older brother, he is 20, but has not found a place tolive yet." I said pointing him out.

Drake greeted short before grabbing his phone. "That's Tony, the middle one, he is fifteen." I said sticking my tongue at hm, because he hates being called the middle one. He rolled his eyes at me but shook Keiths hand friendly.

"That's Lucy, my one and only sister from twelve." She smiled and shook Keiths hand wildly.

"And this is Sam." I said while patting his head. "Stop it Damon! I'm not a little child." He snapped at me. "Of course not, you're already nine years old." I said with a wink.

He looked up to Keith and tilted his head. "Nice to meet you." He said. "Nice to meet you too." Keith said with an amused twinkle in his icy eyes.

"WHO WANTS COOKIES!" My mom shouted trough the house. As if that aas their cue, all of my siblings got up and ran to the kitchen where the lovely smell of fresh baked cookies came from.

Keith laughed at the chaos and looked at me. "You're not thinking we arren't getting some are you?" I asked. He shrugged and I noticed he was quite quiet, probably just being shy and overwelmed with so many people.

"My mom baked them because you came." I said smiling and he blushed a bit. "Why would she do that?" I shrugged. "You're the first friend I'm bringing over." I said and before he could respond I turned on my heals and walked to the kitchen, knowing he'd follow me.

After we had some cookies and chatted for a bit we went upstairs to actual play the game. While the game was loading I glanced at him. 

I cought myself doing that more often lately, just staring at his messy blonde hair and icy eyes that hold a mix between blue and green. His skin was pale, but not too pale and his featurers were sharp yet defined.

I shook my head in disbelief, why was I thinking about him like that, I shouldn't allow myself. Did I not learn from my mistakes?

But yet I couldn't help but smile at his face which held a look of concentration he mostly had.

"Why are you smiling?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "You're being so conectrated while the game hasn't started yet"

He laughed. I liked the sound of that. "I have to menfally prepare myself to beat you." He said. I grinned. "You've never played before."

"Youtube videos will do." He said and we started playing.

Time flied while we tried to defeat each other. At first he failed miserably, but now he was getting the hang of it. We had a lot of fun and ended up laughing a lot. To soon it was time for him to go. I didn't want him to and wished he would stay longer.

Keith's pov:

We went downstairs still laughing about the game. "Mom, Keith is leaving!" Damon called and his mother appeared out of the kitchen.

"Wouldn't you like to stay for dinner, Keith?" She asked me. I shook my head. "I'm sorry miss, but I don't wanna leave my mom alone with dinner." I apologised.

"Don't be sorry! Maybe you and your mother could join us for dinner once." She said. I smiles at her, she was too kind.

When I was about to follow Damon to get my jacket, his father returned from work. "I'm home!" Lucy ran to him and gave him a hug.

"Hey dad, you haven't met Keith yet, although he was just leaving." Damon greeted his father.

"Ah the famous Keith! It's nice to meet you, I'm Paul." He said and shook my hand firm. "It's nice to meet you too, sir." I said. "Well, I hope we'll see you around soon again." He said and I nodded.

After I got my jacket and said everyone goodbye, Damon and I stood by the frontdoor.

"I had a lot of fun." Said Damon. I nodded and smiled. "Well, see you at school tomorrow." I said. "Yes, see ya there." He said and  started my walk home.

At the and of the street I turned around and to my suprise I saw Damon looking at me. But as soon as he saw me watching he ran inside and closed the door.

He had been watching me... I turned red. Did I do something weird? Gaming with Damon had been awesome and I couldn't wait to seem him again.

I sighed, thinking bout him. He was quite good looking  I guess with his warm brown eyes and dark hair that would always be a mess. But it was a nice mess. Was it weird to think like that about another boy?

I was confused and worried I might have acted weird. What if he would no longer be my friend? My mood instantly dropped and I sighed.

Dinner was as usual, my mom asked how my day had been and I asked her about her work. After dinner I went to my room.

I stared out of my window, it was dark and I saw the stars and the moon. They ispired me to write. I wrote and wrote until I looked at my clock and saw it was late. 

Quickly I changed into pyjamas and layed down in bed. I hoped I'd fall asleep in no time, but the sleep wouldn't come. I tossed and I turned, but nothing felt right.

My thoughts were like a hurricane, swirling trough my head. A hurricane of Damon. It confused me, scared me, made me die a little. What was wrong with me? Why did I feel so happy thinking about him? 

Just then my phone buzzed. I grabbed it from the nightstand and unlocked the screen. It was Damon. 

"You up?"  I read the message twice. "Yes" I responded. "Today was fun 😊" He sent.

Why was he texting me? I felt like having butterflies. But it couldn't be, it was just the excitement of having a friend, right?

Damon's pov:

After I went to bed I couldn't stop thinking about Keith. He seemed to be at ease with me while he tensed when there were a lot of people.

I couldn't stop thinking about his eyes and his smile and his hair and his smell and... a tear ran down my cheek.

Why was it so hard being someone else? I should know better! Why was I cursed to be a fool, why was I cursed to like boys?

I hated myself, I hated what I felt. I turned on a lamp and grabbed a notebook. I felt stupid, but I had to. Once my pen touched the paper, words came out of it, writing a poem.

A poem sad and full of selfdisgust, full of questions and dead ends, I didn't stop until my hand cramped and I had to stop.

I lookednover the words, written in an ugly spiked way, it was perfect. This was me, how I felt and I couldn't rip it like the other poems I had written. So I folded it and put it in th drawer of my nightstand. It was safe now.

I saw my phone and couldn't hold the urge to text him, so I did.
"You up?" I asked. But then I saw the time. Probably not. The buzz of my phone caught me by suprise and I read his text.

"Yes" He responded. I smiled and forgot the poem and the tears.
"Today was fun😊" I said. "Yes I really enjoyed  gaming with you."
"Me too, we should do it more often." It took him a while to respond and for a moment I was scared he wouldn't want that.

"Next time you should come over to my place. My mom would love to meet my friend. Maybe yoh could stay for diner 😄?" My heart filled with happiness and I felt butterflies in my stomach.

I cursed them, cursed all of it and let myself enjoy the rest of our conversation. I felt asleep with happy thoughts that night.

As long as nobody knew, it was okay to enjoy this feeling, right?