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Anyways, *clears throat* here you go guys, another chapter for you to devour :3

I don't have much to say here... Hmmm... I think my creativity is running out o.o Let's hope not or you'll get no more stories and I'll get no more readers and comments votes and... Noooooo! >.<

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-> Desyre

Daniel

                I went down the stairs, straining to listen for sounds and voices. I wasn’t doing anything bad but I somehow felt like I was, sneaking around like this. The worst was that I was in my own fucking house. I was sneaking around in my own home. Home. I sighed thinking about how this place had become my home. It still felt like home but the two wonderful people that had made it feel like one to me were rarely around, and barely even talked to me. I didn’t even know how Nate’s last swimming competition had gone. I wasn’t invited or even told about it. It just happened that on the last day of school before spring break I went down to find the house eerily silent and found on the table by the elevator in the living room a little note that said Nate and Claire would be back by Sunday night. I could do nothing more than stare at the piece of paper like an idiot.

                It was already Wednesday, there was only about four days left of spring break, and I felt like I was still in school. What was the difference really? Classes and homework didn’t stress me, Nate being so awkward about me, and Claire not talking to me? That stressed the fuck right out of me, and I had that right here in the house, so taking a break from school really didn’t help much. It just meant that I was locked in my house with both Claire and Nate and nothing else to do, but stare at each other and share the awkwardness. I felt like I was always walking on eggshells, even in my own damn house, as I proved when a soft sound from behind me managed to make me jump about fifty feet into the air. I turned at the sound and standing there right behind me, clearly coming from the living room, was Nate. He looked at me with a frown, like I was a very complex chemical equation that he couldn’t seem to decipher.

“What are you doing?” Nate asked me.

“I was going to go to the kitchen to eat something.” I said feeling nervous with Nate standing right there in front of me.

                We hadn’t had a normal conversation in a while now, even before he went and yelled that he’d forget me. It was part of why I hadn’t told him about me being in love with him yet, because he’d been acting weird and it set me on edge. I wanted to sigh but suppressed the urge. I wished that I’d have told him even if I was on edge and he was acting weird, at least then I’d have told him and maybe he’d have told me yes, but now, now I spent my days wondering who was this other guy that Nate liked. What was he like? Was he tall like me? Muscly? Skinny? Blond? Blue eyes? Who was this person? I was always watching, keeping an eye out in case I noticed someone being close to Nate, but I hadn’t noticed anything yet, which was frustrating to say the least.

“You looked like you were sneaking around.” Nate said his frown deepening, his eyebrows almost touching each other in the middle.

                I did sigh then. How pathetic was it that I was sneaking around in my own home and got caught?

“I didn’t want to interrupt anything. Whenever I walk into a room where you and Claire are, you two immediately go quiet and it almost feels like someone died. I didn’t want to have to go through that.” I admitted, feeling on another whole level of uncomfortable.

                Nate didn’t say anything for a few moments and I was almost tempted to just walk away and save myself from this awkwardness. Save us both the trouble.

“This is your house Danny, you shouldn’t have to sneak around in your own house.” Nate said quietly. “I’m sorry Claire and I have drove you to do that.”

                I felt like groaning and ripping my hair out. Great! Really, this was just fucking great! Now I’d managed to make Nate guilty on top of everything!

“It’s not your fault.” I whispered instead. “I haven’t been all that accessible and easy to be around either.”

                Nate didn’t say anything and I wished fervently I’d never stepped a foot out of my fucking room in the first place. I would’ve preferred to starve rather than have to see the face Nate was making right now.

“Nate, I swear it’s not all your fault. I just… It’s just…” I fumbled not knowing how to explain what I was thinking. “It’s just been hard on all of us.”

                Nate looked up at me frowning again.

“It’s just been hard lately, but I made a promise to you, to be in your life, and I want you to be on mine too, so we just… need to work around this.” I said feeling like I was having a breakthrough or something.

                Nate’s expression turned blank and I knew instantly that I’d said something wrong. Crap. Nate just nodded at me and before I could say anything else, he’d walked past me and gone down the hall, into his room. I felt bile rise in the back of my throat and decided that I really wasn’t hungry after all. I felt like laughing. I’d gone through all this because I was hungry and now it turned out that I wasn’t hungry. Oh the irony of it all. I thought that maybe Kyle, was rubbing off on me. It did sound like something Kyle would say. I want to call to tell him about this and know what he thought and just drain but his mother and sister had gone away to God-knows-where to spend their spring break in family. I felt bitter right then. The moment I needed him and would you look at that, he wasn’t here. I sighed and told myself I was being stupid. Kyle couldn’t always be there for me, he had a life, and a family, and things to do, his life didn’t revolve around me.

                I went back into my room and closed the door behind me, leaning against the wall next to it. I hit the wall my anger with myself increasing quickly. I punched the wall harder and then grabbed whatever I had closest and threw it across the room. And just like that I started to just tear up my room, again. I was about to grab my entire dresser and throw it across the room when something glinted and caught my eye. My eyes involuntarily focused on the thing on my wrist and I saw the bracelet Nate had given me. The promise he’d made me resounded in my head and I wanted to scream again.

“Fucking liar.” I ground out as a fresh batch of tears ran down my cheeks.

                He’d promised he’d always be here but well, it seemed promises didn’t mean much of late.

                I stood right there in the middle of my torn up room, breathing heavily, weighing out my options. I could either stay here, burning off my anger with my things, or I could go out and burn off my anger running. I remembered then the last time I’d gone running and what Nate and I had talked about. It all felt so far away now, it felt almost like it was another time. We’d all come so far since then, but yet here I was, back at the beginning. I stepped out of my room and went down the stairs, grabbing my keys and planning to go down the stairs to burn off more energy. When I was already going down the stairs I felt my chest tighten. I was such an idiot. I’d been waiting for Nate to get to me before I went down the stair like he did back then. Yes, I was definitely an idiot. I needed to get over myself. I needed to because I was going to lose Nate otherwise and just thinking about that made my heart feel like it was breaking apart into a million little pieces. Yes, I was going to get over myself. I was going to fix this.

Nate

                Don’t you sometimes wish that you could just turn back time? Well… I had been wishing that for going on a month or more. How long had it been since that day Claire and I came home to find Kyle in Danny’s house for the first time? I didn’t know. It had to be more than a month, though. But I wasn’t sure it was more than two months. Anyway. I wanted to go back in time to that day and tell Kyle that Danny was fine so that maybe he wouldn’t be back in Danny’s life. But Kyle was Danny’s best friend so I couldn’t do that because Danny was miserable without that guy in his life. But now he was in his life and I was miserable. I sighed feeling tired and awkward and wishing I was somewhere else but in this disgusting mass of thrashing, sweating bodies, dancing to crappy techno music. Danny’s birthday was today and even though it was just what we talked about months ago in the cafeteria, there was something else. He was having a huge party and had invited everyone in school, and there was a lot of alcohol, but it wasn’t being held in his apartment, we were instead in Kyle’s house. Yeah, you heard me, Kyle’s house. Not happy with that? It gets better, we had like a week or so until graduation, and we were going to have dinner with Kyle after the ceremony.

                Everything had suddenly changed, all the plans, all the events, everything now included Kyle. Now Danny’s birthday has come and just like everything else the original arrangement has changed because of Kyle. I wanted to kill the guy, I really did. But Danny would be mad at me if I did that so I hadn’t done it yet. Not that I didn’t dream about it, though. But that was alright, unless I told Danny myself he had no way of finding out about my dreams.

                On May the 6th we had gone home and got dressed before heading over to Kyle’s to finish preparing the house for the party. We had Kyle’s mom’s permission for the party but had to promise to clean afterwards. Apart from that she made a laundry list of things we had to hide so the people wouldn’t break them. We’d taken care of that yesterday and everything was well hidden in a room that would be locked during the party and Mrs. Harwood had the only key to that room. We arrived to the house a few hours ago and went in. Without all the decorations the house looked almost simple but I guessed it was best that way right, no one would notice when they were drunk anyways. When I entered the kitchen I couldn’t really believe the amount of alcohol in the counters. There were bottles of all types, vodka, whiskey, rum, wine, beer of different brands, and God knew what else.

“That’s like a shitload of alcohol.” I said pointing at it.

                Kyle and Danny looked at the bottles then at me, and laughed really hard. Well, at least they were laughing. We’d spent the past weeks tiptoeing around each other and acting all awkward, it was a good thing that they were laughing. What I didn’t like was that it felt like they were laughing at me.

“That’s not even a quarter of what will be drank today Nate.” Danny told me.

“Yeah, wait till the people get here, then you’ll see what a shitload of alcohol is.” Kyle said patting my shoulder as he passed me.

                I was kind of nervous with all the alcohol and all the people that were going to come to the party but well, it wasn’t really my place to mention that so I didn’t. I just waited to see what happened. Now the party was going in full bloom and I was just leaning against a wall watching the people dance, make out, and practically dry hump. I saw Kyle and Danny talking from the corner of my eye and saw Danny smile at Kyle, the way he hadn’t smiled at me in weeks, and felt the urge to kill the guy again. Instead I told myself that this was a goddamn party and I was supposed to be having fun in this shit. I peeled myself off of the wall and made my way to the kitchen to get a cup of insta-fun, A-K-A alcohol. Three hours later and drunker, I can testify that alcohol actually does make things better and funnier. The music was good, the atmosphere was better, and the guys on the dance floor were the best. Not that I was really looking at them or knew who they were by this point. The party had started at nine and it was already one in the morning, maybe, and things were just starting to get good. When I walked into the kitchen this guy who had self-appointed himself as the one in charge of the alcohol took a look at me and gave me a glass of orange juice with vodka. That was what I’d been drinking ever since, all the while putting less and less juice in the glass. When I had gone back to the living room Danny and Kyle where nowhere to be seen, and before I could settle back into my spot by the wall this one guy grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dance floor. I had been there since, only leaving to get another glass of what had become vodka with soda now.

                The song changed to this one song about this girl that crashed her car into a bridge and didn’t care. Along with the change of the song came a new guy to dance with me. He was skinny and tall, and must’ve known just how much I liked to be manhandled because he grabbed my waist and started grinding us together. Oh, I like that. I started to move my hips to the rhythm of the song enjoying the feeling of the guy pressed into me. Then suddenly that guy left and along came another one that felt somehow familiar to me. He started to dance with me and I forgot everything I’d been thinking before because this guy could dance for real. Not just grinding but real dancing, moving his hips from side to side to the rhythm of the song. God, how I wished it was Danny I was dancing with. And then a thought suddenly came to my mind.

“Where’s Danny?” I said out loud without meaning to.

                The guy behind me seemed to falter a little but then kept right on dancing. Then I felt him leaning down and get close to my ear.

“This Danny guy, who is he? Your boyfriend or something?” The guy whispered, his hot breath in my ear made me tremble. Who was Danny again?

“Danny? I dunno. I’d a crush on‘im but I think I’ve a crush on someone else now.” I said, flirting mindlessly with the guy behind me.

                He didn’t say anything and just kept on moving behind me, so I followed his lead and kept on dancing with him. Eventually another glass of vodka with juice found its way to my hands but this one seemed to have less vodka and more juice in it. I wondered how it had gotten to my hand while I drank it all in one swallow. I don’t know how long I’d danced with this guy but I got tired and instead went to sit on the couch where a group of people were seated playing some drinking game. They added me to their group and I tried to play but I didn’t really get the game. Without noticing another glass of vodka ended up in my hands and then another and another one after that and so on. Then I suddenly saw Danny enter the living room and he seemed to be looking for someone, probably for Kyle. Ugh. And Danny wanted me to work around the fact that they were together now. Well I don’t fucking wanna. Fucking Kyle. I hated him. I wanted him out of the picture so I could have Danny all to myself again. That sounded like a good idea so I got up and went to tell Danny exactly that. The problem was that right as I was reaching him my feet decided to act up against me and got tangled. I was starting to fall when Danny caught me.

“Nate? Nate, are you ok? Are you listening to me?” I heard him say.

“Yeah, yeah I can hear ya alright! But anyways, you listen, jerk, I need to tell you somethin’ impertent! No wait… Important. That’s it.” I corrected myself. Jeez what did this thing do to my tongue?

“Nate, how much have you had to drink?” Danny asked sounding concerned.

“Doesn’t matter. What matters is that I hate Kyle, ‘n I want‘im the fuck outta the picture! He can’t have ya! I don’t care if you love‘im or if he loves you or wherever… whatever, whatever, God. Listen, I just want’im as far away from ya as humly possible! You heard me? A. W. A. Y.” I said slapping his chest with each letter.

“Humly? What are you even talking about?!” Danny asked sounding confused.

“Humanly. Christ, I said humanly. ‘N don’t change the topic! I want Kyle out. You know what’s out? OUT!” I said annoyed and hurt and angry.

“Nate what are you talking about? I don’t love Kyle, and Kyle doesn’t love me! You’re so drunk you’re talking nonsense!” Danny said looking confused. And he had the balls to play dumb. The jerk.

“’Course ya love‘im! Don’t lie to me! I can see the way you two are all lovely, and touchy, and feely, and… and can’t leave each other fer a single fuckin’ second!” I spat.

“What the hell are you saying?! I don’t understand where any of this is coming from! You’re drunk off your ass!” I heard Danny ask sounding frustrated.

                I looked up at him, and saw his beautiful eyes that I loved so much and I couldn’t help crying when I remembered my love was unrequited. I looked away trying to hide that I was crying like an idiot. Wonderful. Just wonderful.

“Why are you crying?” Danny asked me as he turned my head so I was looking at him again.

                In that moment I saw the concern and love I’d always seen in Danny’s eyes when he looked at me before, and I couldn’t help it. I got on my tiptoes and leaned the rest of the way in. I crashed our lips together and just started kissing him, albeit a little sloppy but it was still a kiss. And the best of all? Danny kissed me back. I pushed my tongue into his mouth and the kiss got a lot more passionate as Danny pulled me closer to him, pressing me tightly against his body. I felt like melting. But then Danny pushed me away and looked at me with something I couldn’t quite read in his eyes.

“Nate what are you doing? Don’t you love someone else?” Danny asked in a voice that sounded tight. Like it was hard to get the words out.

                I didn’t know where he got that idea but I didn’t think it was important to tell him that.

“Don’t care, I love you Danny ‘n I want ya tah fuck me sinceless.” I said and crashed my lips against his again. Danny once more kissed me back and pulled me close to him and I thought I’d finally get my way, but then he pushed me away again. Christ, decide would you?! Close or away?!

“Wait, wait Nate, what? What are you talking about?” Danny asked sounding confused. What part of what I said didn’t he get? I’d made myself pretty clear! What’d he want me to do? Spell it out? Guess that’s what I’ll do then.

“Come on Danny! Let’s go!” I said and started pulling him up stairs to the bedrooms. I said I wanted him to fuck me and by God I was going to make him fuck me.

“Where are we going?” Danny asked sounding confused.

“To a bedroom so you can fuck me senseless, DUH!” I said annoyed. God, wasn’t he listening to me when I said it earlier?

“What?! Fuck you? Are you crazy?! You’re drunk out of your fucking mind Nate!” Danny said pulling on my hand, trying to make me stop or break free, I wasn’t sure which. Not that it mattered anyway, I wasn’t going to let him get away. “Let go of me!”

“Not in this life.” I told him as I stopped and pulled him to me again to kiss him some more. A few kisses and I was already addicted. God, I had it bad. Danny pushed me away again, but not before he kissed me back and pulled me close. Ugh. I felt so frustrated and so desperate. I wanted him. I wanted him with everything in me. Why couldn’t he love me? “I know you wanna. Please Danny. I wanna too. Please.”

“I wanna what? God you’re not making sense! Let me go!” Danny said pulling on my hand again. I spotted an open door, which meant a free bedroom and quickly pulled him in there. “What are you doing?” Danny asked sounding something between lost and angry when closed and locked the door behind us.

“I know you don’t wanna fuck me, you wanna fuck Kyle, but please, please fuck me Danny.” I right down begged as I pushed close to Danny and pulled him into another kiss, grinding against him.

                I thought I heard something between a moan and a groan but it could’ve been my alcohol-addled brain.

“Nate. Please… Just…” He started saying and I thought he sounded a little out of breath. Before he could finish I pulled him away from the wall in which I had him pressed and pushed him onto the bed. He bounced a little and had this lost look like he didn’t understand what was going on.

“Please Danny. Please. Need you.” I begged in a whispery out of breath voice, trying everything I knew to get him to fuck me, to be with me. At least for tonight. I climbed over him, immediately going for the buckle of his belt and zipper.

“Nate…” He started to say again.

“Please Danny! I’m beggin’ you tah fuck me! What’d ya want me to do?” I begged, sounding pretty close to needy as I lowered his zipper and pulled him out. God. I was that desperate. If needy got me a night with him then so be it. I stroked him once and Danny made this weird sound in the back of his throat. I looked up and stared into his eyes trying to convey my need, as I got on my knees in front of him. “Look, you won’t even have to do anythin’.” I said as I leaned down and took him into my mouth.

Sooooooo... Who can guess how the next chapter will start?? ;3