Naturally, my day had been terrible.

 Not only was it the first day of school, but that day also happened to be declared 'Let's Torment Dan' day.

The jocks had decided to be their hormonal and beefed-up selves by threatening to pelt me with spit-balls, rip all my books apart and – wait for it – lock me in the boys' locker room.

 To be fairly honest, I didn't see the problem in this.

A fairly legal homosexual trapped in the males' locker room. How could I argue with that?

 Sadly, the jocks didn't seem to see the fatal error in their plan. They continued chuckling like mad hyenas on steroids, until eventually, their laughs faded down the hallways.

I'd decided to stick to the door until I was positive that they had left...I wouldn't want to accidentally bump into someone here and end up shrieking like a three year old.

 My instincts told me to stay where I was for a little longer, and I was glad to comply.

Just to get one thing clear: my instincts are never wrong.

 Once when I'd only been a six year old toddler, screaming for gum, I suspected that one of my cousins would choke on his juice – due to the fact that he'd been chugging it like a trucker.

Of course, he choked. He nearly died. But, throughout the few minutes that my poor mother, father and several other adults - all of whom had refuse to listen to me - had spent to save him, I bragged non-stop, constantly pointing out just how right I'd always be.

 Very, very right.

Finally, when I was sure that I could move, I stepped forward, carefully observing the room.

 In actual fact, it was a white-tiled hallway, leading to the locker room. The corridor obtained the amazing power of air-conditioning, so all the sweat probably building on my forehead would soon disappear.

It wasn't that I was frightened by the thought that a few jocks could be at the end of the hall, waiting to demolish me...I just happened to be scared of whichever possibly naked guy waited on the other side.

 Although, I highly doubted anyone was there. It was lunch, after all; who in their right mind would spend their free time during school in a locker room?

You. My subconscious answered. Duh.

 This particular situation was circumstantial; I'm not here because I wanted to be, I'm here because of a bunch of Neanderthals thought it would be hilarious to trap a gay guy in the guys' locker room.

Their stupidity is really starting to worry me.

 I reached the end of the brightly-lit hallway, to find a tall white door. It had a small pane of glass near the top, but I didn't bother looking through it. That would be the epitome of creepy, especially if someone was in here.

Pushing the door open, I stepped into the air-conditioned room, my eyes whizzing around.

 The small space to my left consisted of two rows of lockers – one row planted to each wall – along with a wooden bench smack-dab in the middle.

I shifted my gaze to find more lockers and matching benches. Sighing in relief, I began venturing further into the room. 

As I stepped closer to the shower area, I heard the soft but distinguishable sound of water drizzling out of a showerhead.

 My heart pounded in my ears, and I dashed for the nearest row of lockers, which – according to my impeccable memory – weren't placed as perfectly as the rest. This special set of lockers had an opening right at the end If I tried hard enough, I could probably squeeze into it.

 The sound of rushing water seemed to get closer with every step I took, but I knew I couldn't go back. If I did, the presumably nude boy would see me, and probably hurry to cover his...ahem...assets.

By the time I reached my hiding spot, the water flow ceased, as well as the sound it made. I crept between the lockers and the wall, just narrowly making it through.

 I heard the soft pitter-patter of wet feet as they made their way towards me. Out of pure curiosity, I leaned over to sneak a peak.

He was tall, brooding, and ravishingly handsome. His dark hair clung to his head, with a few loose strands glueing themselves to his perfect forehead. His eyebrows were scrunched together in confusion, but his perfect eyes sparkled in amusement.

 The boy had a white towel securely wrapped around his waist, leaving only his muscular upper body to please my desiring eyes.

His chest was perfectly sculpted, along with his flawless abs that looked so good I wanted to lick them.

 Ew, Dan. Not at school.

I couldn't recognize him instantly, although, I had a nagging feeling I'd seen him before. Maybe around school, or somewhere in the neighbourhood...after all, there's only so many places someone could live near Arnold High. Our town was approximately the size of my palm, and relatively isolated. 

I managed to pry my eyes off his godly body long enough to realize he was staring at me with an amused look on his face.

"What, you're just gonna hide there?" He chuckled, dropping his bag of toiletries. My face heated up as I stepped out of my hiding place, cursing my eyes for staring at him for so long.

 If I had just controlled myself, I would've been able to move before he saw me, but no, Dan wanted to stare at the hot guy's half-naked body, Dan wanted to gawk himself into ecstasy, Dan wanted to –

"What were you doing there?" He inquired, his deep voice sending chills up and down my spinal cord.

 His deep green eyes bored into me as he sat on the wooden bench, intent on not taking his towel off.

Of course.

 My mind kicked into overdrive as I thought of what to say.

Well, I was locked in here by the jocks who are full of budding intelligence.

 I decided to keep that comment to myself, since shirtless sexiness over there seemed like just another jock.

Okay, brain, think of something good this time!

So, I decided to run in here due to the influx of beefed-up jocks in the hallway, and lookey here, I ran into you.

 Oh wow, that sounded like the beginning of a soppy romance story.

Ew.

The shirtless boy seemed very amused by my confused looks as he chuckled, watching me intently.

 Not only was I working under pressure, I also happened to be in the midst of a muscle god, and the previously mentioned guy just had to be staring at me. Those three put together all created a very, very distracted Dan.

And trust me; a distracted Dan was one of the worst types of Dan's you could get.

 Sadly, my mind drifted to why he was here.

I mean, honestly, no logical male with those looks would waste his lunch period showering in the locker room. It made absolutely no sense!

 Unless he was a hobo...a sexy hobo.

But, if he really had been a hobo, he could end up being really rich by becoming a stripper and jingling his man-parts in everyone's faces.

 I'd totally watch that.

Before I could say anything stupid and extremely embarrassing, a voice of pure salvation echoed through the room.

 "DAN!" Lexi shouted. A grin spread on my face as she stopped at the end of the hallway, a grim look on her face.

"Well?" She asked, shrugging. "Are you coming or what?"

After my pretty sleek escape, Lexi didn't mention the mysterious stranger in the locker room. I doubt she even noticed him.

 And, to be honest, I was thankful for her obliviousness towards the shirtless dude, mainly because I didn't feel the need to explain how numbingly awkward our conversation had been, especially since he did all the talking.

Technically, two questions don't necessarily count as conversation, but it certainly wasn't even close to the word.

  As soon as after school arrived, I felt an unlimited weight being lifted off my shoulders - probably because I could finally go home and cuddle with my stuffed animals, or decide to crash at Lexi's house.

Ah, the possibilities of the weekend.

"The party's real," Noah explained as he, Lexi and I walked down the hallway, heading towards the main entrance. "I guess I'll pick you up, Dan?"

 I blinked.

Pick me up? As in...pick me up?

"Um..." I muttered, blinking again. "No, actually, my parents are going on a business trip, and I'll have to stay with you guys for the week." Lexi nodded excitedly.

"I'm sure Dad will be cool with it." She agreed, grinning. Noah managed a smile as well, and the three of us strolled out of school.

 The breeze only a Friday can offer flew past, and I could already feel that this weekend would be one to remember.

Maybe in more ways than one?

*

I arrived at the Kensington residence an hour later after my parents left. I'd managed to put on the right outfit, make sure my phone was charged and tried my best to wipe the tacky and indifferent expression off of my face.

Noah opened the door, a wide smile planted onto his cheery face.

 "Dan's here!" He shouted to Lexi, who sat at the kitchen counter, dangling a box of Fruit Loops in her hands.

I strolled in, taking in Noah's musky scent.

 God, he knew exactly how to turn me on.

Ew, Dan. Not in his house.

 I felt the need to slap myself at that moment, but I pushed it down as I made my way to Lexi.

As soon as I laid my eyes on the groceries on the table, I grinned excitedly, hopping onto the seat next to her. In front of us was a one-litre carton of ultra-pasteurized milk – the best kind – a full jar of sugar, three spoons and three matching crème white bowls, filled with Fruit Loops.

 In case you're wondering – which you probably are – Lexi and I have this little tradition. Every time we break out into the world, we eat Fruit Loops. This 'tradition' has carried on since we met, and I'm glad we have something else to call our own.

"Hello Dan," A familiar – not to mention sexy – voice called out. I felt my stomach tingle a tad more than it should have, but I ignored it.

 "Hi, Mr Kensington." I greeted, smiling up at the stunning man.

He had lush, curly brown hair, with one distinctive curl that twirled its way down his forehead. His brown eyes sparkled in the daylight, and his gleaming smile could make anyone weak at the knees.

 The grey long-sleeve shirt he wore managed to contain his chiselled and rippling body, but not without making me a tad excited, if you know what I mean.

But what I loved the most about the flawless being in front of me were his hands.

 Yes, I know, not the most common thing to adore, but Mr Kensington's hands were something any man would envy. They were so manly, with perfectly cut fingernails and big but not chubby fingers.

It wasn't a surprise that this man had helped give birth to the Kensington twins.

"I see you two are venturing into the world again." He chuckled, gesturing to the currently filled bowls.

 Lexi must've poured the Fruit Loops in while I'd been drooling over her father.

"Yeah," She muttered, as if it was no big deal. I guess it wasn't...before we began our journey into the treacherous pits of friendship, Lexi had been invited to loads of parties. I, on the other hand, had only been to one. I'd rather not talk about it, though.

 How liberating.

"It's just a party," Noah said, deciding to sit on the other side of Lexi.

"Isn't it your first party, Dan?" Mr Kensington asked, turning to face me as he leaned over the kitchen counter, his gigantic body creating a shadow on the granite.  Another admirable aspect of their father: he paid attention.

"Yep," I said, avoiding his gaze.

"I heard it'll be a huge rager." Noah mentioned. Lexi sighed, pouring milk into all of our bowls.

"Shut up you blubbering idiot." She snapped, facing her brother. "You're not supposed to tell our father that there'll be alcohol at the party."

            "Even I know that." I added feebly, picking up my spoon and gently placing it into the bowl.

 Mr Kensington glanced at me, as if pondering whether my clearly foolish statement had the slightest bit of truth hiding behind it.

"Alcohol, you say?" He asked regally, his eyes darting to Lexi.

 I lifted my bowl as I munched on the delicious rainbow coloured cereal.

"Why yes, father," Lexi replied, using the same tone her dad had used. "We're going to that party. We just wanted to inform you first, or you'd be reasonably angry if jock boy over here –" she made a quick gesture to Noah  "– came home drunk."

      "Hey!" Noah exclaimed in protest, nearly drowning Lexi in cereal.

"Ah." Mr Kensington nodded. In one swift movement, he clenched his fists and rested his chin in between them, in turn showing his expensive wristwatch.

 Did I ever tell you that, where I live, everyone is really rich? And good-looking? And pretty much perfect? It's like a clan of perfect people - with the exception of a few black sheep. Like me.

 I might be just a tad self-conscious, but I doubt I'm butt-ugly.

"So," their father began, "I'm assuming that whether or not I allow you three to attend this alcohol-involved party, you'll go anyway?"

 "Yep." Lexi answered.

 "Totally." Noah replied.

"Mmmhmmm." I mumbled through a mouthful of Fruit Loops.

Mr Kensington gave each one of us a questioning gaze before sighing. He stood upright, letting his outstretched hands rest on the table.

 I noticed the light band his silver ring had left; the poor guy must've been wearing it again.

Before I could let out a pitying sigh, Mr Kensington's voice interrupted me.

 "Fine." He answered reluctantly. "You can go. But promise me one thing." I literally felt all three of us – Noah, Lexi and I – being pulled forward, as if so dependant on his voice that we would eventually crumble into dust and Fruit Loops.

 "Don't," he began, "and I mean don't do anything I wouldn't do."

I cocked an eyebrow.

"And what is that, specifically?" I questioned, my mouth currently empty. Mr Kensington grinned.

"That's what you'll have to find out."

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Author's Note: Okay, so yeah, not very eventful, but you should chill your tits 'cause the good part is coming soon ;)

- jay <3