Chapter One- Really Meeting You

I'd only met you a limited number of times, and none of them were times I thought about afterward. But we'll get to that later. Right now, we'll start the morning of May 30th, the beginning of the best day of both of our lives.

I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen in my plaid blue robe. I looked at the note taped to the refrigerator door. I took it off. The note was from my mom. She was the on-call attending at the hospital tonight and wouldn't be home until tomorrow night. That meant that I could do whatever I wanted to do. That is, anything I could do with a twelve-year-old brother in the house.

I was startled out of my daydreaming when the phone rang loudly and annoyingly. I picked it up and hit the 'talk' button hard. I used my best fake tired voice and yawned into the phone. "Hello?"

It was my brother Bobby's annoying fourteen-year-old friend from down the road, Will. "Hey, Jo. Is it alright if Tommy and I come up to the house?"

"Tommy?" I asked. I knew who Tommy was, but why was he with Will?

"Yeah. I stayed the night at his house last night and then he came here today. It's really boring here. Please?"

I laughed. Will sounded so pathetic right now. I don't even think he knew just how hopeless he sounded. I decided to play with Pathetic Boy. "Well, I don't know. Can't you and Tommy just throw around a stick or something?"

"Very funny. Please?"

I laughed again. "Promise me that Tommy won't make fun of me in any way, shape, or form."

"I promise that Tommy won't make fun of you in any way, shape, or form," said Will. I could picture him begging on the floor in front of me. For the third time, I laughed. "Fine, you and Tommy can come over."

Now I could picture him smiling. "Thank you. We'll be there in about five minutes."

I hung up the phone and put it back on the charger. I smiled to myself and sat down at my computer, turning on Rising of the Fallen music on full blast. I ran upstairs and changed into a blue polo shirt and khaki pants. My brother came out of his room a second later, rubbing his tired eyes. He had already changed. "Let me guess, Will's coming over."

I nodded. "And his friend Tommy."

Bobby cursed and stomped his foot in anger. I knew he wasn't much for Tommy, but I couldn't just tell Will no. The way Will was, he would've come up anyway, even without permission.

I walked to the bathroom and brushed my dark brown hair and then went back downstairs, right as there came a knock on the door. I opened it to find Will and Tommy standing in the wide doorway. They came inside and took their shoes off.

Will looked the same as he always did. He had dark blonde hair, gray eyes, and a pair of glasses set on his nose. Tommy looked different than I had ever seen him before. He looked sleep deprived, and he was chubbier than usual. He had clearly died his light brown hair auburn. I waved a little at him. "Hey, Tommy."

He waved back, and for some reason, he was nervous. "Hey, Jo. Nice house."

"Thanks. It helps when your mom's a doctor," I said. He nodded and I lead he and Will into the living room. We all sat down. A moment later, Bobby joined us, sitting beside Will on the couch. Tommy and I sat in the two armchairs. No one sat anything for a few minutes. I was the one to break the silence. I clapped my hands together and rubbed them. "Anyone want anything to eat or drink?"

"Tommy would," commented Will.

Tommy glared at Will. "Shut up. I'm fine. I'll take a glass of water."

"Water? You never drink water," pointed out Will.

Tommy gritted his teeth. "I'm trying to be polite, Will."

"You're never polite either."

"Well, you've never seen me at anyone else's house other than your own. And God and everyone else knows that your family doesn't even know how to spell the word 'polite'."

Will raised his fist, but I held him back from Tommy. Will pushed against me, but I pushed back a little harder. Will fell back on to the couch. Tommy smiled brightly as I sat back down. "You two are going to have to straighten up, or I'll send you home. Both of you."

Will just laughed. "I'm not your friend. I'm Bobby's, and only he can tell me to go home."

"Maybe we should listen. He is the oldest one here," commented Tommy. I smiled at the fourteen-year-old boy. "Thank you, Tommy. And I can send you both home."

"Whatever," said Will. He started walking up the steps. "Come on, Bobby."

Bobby jumped up, shrugged a "whatever" shrug, and followed Will up the steps. Tommy sighed and looked up at me. "I've been getting so tired of him lately. He keeps making fun of my weight and then he says I'm rude, when he's the rudest person on this side of the Earth."

I had to laugh at that. I noticed how hot it was in the room and mopped my soaked forehead with the back of my sleeve. "It's really hot. Do you want any ice cream?"

Tommy looked at me angrily. I realized my mistake. I bit my lip. "Sorry! I really didn't mean to imply that you're fat or anything! I just wanted to know if you wanted ice cream, because I'm getting one of those pre-packaged drumsticks. Want one?"

Tommy sighed and nodded his head.

I returned from the kitchen a moment later with two of the drumsticks. We unwrapped them and started eating. I smiled as he licked the vanilla ice cream off his lips. I laughed. "Do you wanna go upstairs and listen to some music off my computer?"

"Depends. What kind of music do you have on your computer?"

"Um...all kinds I guess," I answered. I shrugged. He nodded, and we walked up the steps. Tommy and I stepped into my bedroom and I blasted the Kelsey Clay song playing. I licked some liquidated ice cream off the cone. Tommy watched me as I did so. I looked at him. "What?"

"How do you manage to make everything look sexy?" Tommy asked.

I somehow choked on my ice cream. I was not expecting that from Tommy. I looked up at him. "What exactly do you mean?"

"I don't know if I look like I haven't gotten a lot of sleep lately, but I haven't," started Tommy. "I haven't been sleeping because I've been struggling with something. Something very...shocking...for me, that is. Jo, I think I'm like you. I think I'm gay."

He looked so sad that I almost felt like hugging him. His nerves were racked from what he just told me. I could nearly hear his heart beating. I looked at him, watching a heavy tear fall down his round face. I felt my own eyes starting to tear up. I reached out and hand and wiped the tear from his face. He sniffed and laughed. "I'm sorry. I don't cry. I'm so stupid."

"Don't call yourself stupid," I said quietly. I wrapped him in a hug and squeezed him tightly.

I heard my door open, but I didn't budge. The next thing I heard was Will saying, "What the hell, Tommy?"

Tommy let go of me and looked up at Will. "Shut up Will."

"Are you coming to play Bobby's new X-Box 360 Star Wars game?"

Tommy looked at me and then looked back at Will. He sighed, then stood up. "Yeah. I'll be right there, Will. You go ahead."

Will disappeared from my room, shutting the door behind him. Tommy leaned down beside me and kissed me intensely. There was no tongue or anything. It was just one of those innocent boy-on-boy closed-mouth kisses. Tommy broke away from me and smiled. He walked out of my bedroom, following Will back to Bobby's room.

I looked at my digital alarm clock. It was three o'clock in the morning and no sleep was getting to me. I kept thinking about Tommy kissing me. And then there came a knock at my door. I yelled, "Entree!"

Tommy opened my bedroom door, and the light from the hallway slipped into my bedroom. He stepped further into my bedroom. I couldn't look at his face, only his bare feet. Tommy cleared his throat. "Could I possibly sleep in here? Bobby snores, and Will farts in his sleep."

I had no choice but to laugh. I looked up at his face finally. He was smiling. I couldn't help but smile with him. "Um, sure. I think you'll want the floor, right?"

"What would make you think that?" asked Tommy. He stepped closer. I felt something growing in my basketball shorts, and I bit my lip. "Fine, you can sleep in my bed."

Tommy smiled. "Can you kiss me?"

"What do you mean? You already kissed me," I said. Tommy fidgeted. "No, I mean, can you kiss me?"

"Like, with tongue?"

Tommy nodded. I stood up. "Lay down."

Tommy laid down on my bed the horizontally, so that his bare feet were sitting on the carpet. I straddled him with my bent knees on either side of his arms. I bent down and kissed him. Surprisingly, he started to lead the kiss, wrapping his tongue around my own. I could feel his heart beating under me. A moment later, I got off him and stood up. I smiled. "Wow. You're a really good kisser."

"Thanks. I've never even done this before. I've never even tongued a girl. It's so much better with you. Is there any way we can do more than that?"

I felt myself blush. "I'm sorry, but I don't think you're ready for that yet. You could, however, do me a huge favor and take your shirt off."

"Why?" asked Tommy.

"Just do it."

Tommy pulled his shirt and undershirt off. I sat down on my bed. I motioned for him to come. He walked over to my bed. I patted my lap. He laughed. "Are you sure? I weigh like thirty more pounds than you."

"I don't care. Sit down and wrap your legs around me."

Tommy did as he was told. I could feel the growth in his pants, and I made it so that he could feel mine. Tommy smiled at me. "What do you want me to do?"

"You don't do anything. Try not to move," I said. Tommy nodded and sat there. I licked the chubbiness on his chest and stomach. After that, I bit his skin. My teeth didn't break through his skin, but I wasn't trying hard enough. I didn't want to make him bleed. I then pulled him closer and pushed my stomach against his erection. He gasped in pleasure. I kept doing it, and he kept gasping.

Eventually, Tommy just said, "Oh God" over and over again. He grabbed my shoulders hard. I didn't need him to tell me what had happened. He unwrapped his legs, slid off my lap, and stood up. "Oh my god. God that felt good. It made me wanna do something more. Now, either you're going to let me, or I'm going to have to start undressing until you give. What's it gonna be?"

"I'm not letting you. And you're not stripping either," I said, as I hoped he wouldn't obey me. He didn't, of course.

"Oh really," he commented. He pushed down his shorts as slowly as possible. I bit my lip. Tommy kicked his shorts into a corner of my room. He started on his boxer briefs. I saw his light brown pubic hairs come into view, then I saw his hardened penis appear. I bit my lip so hard that I thought I drew blood. Eventually, Tommy was completely naked in front of me. He walked toward me slowly and kissed me.

I sighed. "I give."