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Owen slammed the door of his room, directly going into the mode of pacing.

What the fuck, had just happened?

There's no way that he felt his stomach dig back up to areas in his body he wasn't aware of more at the sight of his girlfriend's brother than by his girlfriend herself.

Tylor. Fuck.

Tylor looked amazing.

Tylor looked like Owen-wanted-to-be-with-Tylor type.

Typing into his phone, Owen threw it onto his bed after clicking send. Then he went right back to pacing back and forth, the only thought in his mind was that Georgia wasn't so gorgeous anymore. Georgia was just another girl. Georgia had a brother who Owen wanted to kiss. She is the relation to that someone who had made Owen's cheeks go red like a school girl within seconds of being in the presence.

This was a huge deal.

Owen's door almost broke open with a slam, a puffing Hector revealing himself from it, sweat already starting form by the sides of his face.

"What the hell is this emergency?!"

He looked worried, almost as if ready to panic. The way Owen had texted to him 'I need you' and 'asap' had been read in a panic tone. Hence the struggling best friend only got even more worried but curious when watching Owen pacing.

"Owen!"

The guy stopped, looking up to meet his best friend, finally realizing that the only way out was to spill everything out. "I met Georgia's brother."

Hector couldn't believe his ears. The next feeling that rose was pure irritation. He couldn't believe that his best friend had made it seem like an emergency when all he wanted to do was talk about his girlfriend's family.

The look he gave made Owen realize straight away. "No, wait, just listen. I met him, and it's not like how you think." Pulling Hector into the room and closing the door shut, more softly this time, he began to explain. "I met Tylor. That's his name: Tylor. And I thought that he was this scrawny little boy that was in middle school who was too introvert and we'd never get along- but, anyways. What I'm trying to say is that he wasn't like that."

Owen noticed how Hector wasn't getting any better at feeling better about the topic.

"He's this guy who's taller than me and looks like a Greek-god. And gosh, Hec, I don't know how to say it. But, he- damn, he talked to me while I was coming from the bathroom. And he kissed me-" Hector's eyes almost popped out and Owen squeaked like a little girl (which he seemed to be behaving as so these minutes). "NO! No, he didn't kiss me! No way, shit, no. What I meant was... that, he, he... he tried to make a move on, me?"

That came out a question.

"No, no, he definitely was making a move on me."

Owen was a different shade of red as seconds passed, barely making eye contact with his best friend.

Hector raised a brow, confused. "Okay, so... you just tell the creep that you don't swing that way and mention the knowing fact of her sister equals your girlfriend."

Owen's heart thudded as he heard his best friend try to find a solution to his problem. "That's not it..." The silence made him continue and say, "I felt attracted to him..."

Dead silence. The room got so quiet that a ringing noise followed through Owen's ears as he waited for Hector to say something.

Oh god, what if Hector wasn't supportive of that type of thing?

What was Owen thinking?

"What did you just say?"

Owen gulped, taking a few steps back. "I just, I'm not sure, but I just thought that it was it. But from how you're reacting, it won't be a problem. I'll figure it out." Chickening out and pretending as if he hadn't just confessed that he is attracted to a male was the best way to go for Owen right now.

"No, stop, dude." Hector tried to get Owen's attention back on him properly. "I'm not judging, I just need to know if I heard you right."

Owen took a breather. "Yes. I got attracted to him when he tried to make a move on me."

Peeking from his down casted eyes, Owen watched as the words sunk into Hector's mind, the processing button turning and turning above his head. "How- how do you know?" Hector's question was leveled in tone and truly confused and curious. None of negatively displayed towards the topic.

"I-I.. don't know. I just do..."

"No Owen, there must be a reason why you know that you're attracted to him? Were you turned on? Blushing?" Hector took a step towards him. "How did you get attracted to him?"

Owen frowned. "What do you mean? I felt all those things? I think...? I mean," Owen puffed, feeling like a kid, "I wanted to... you know... it didn't happen... but I wanted it to. I was curious and needed to know..."

Hector took another step forward, "know what?"

A second pause.

"How it'd be to kiss him..."

And there it was. Out to the world to hear.

Owen was being true to his confusing thoughts. He wanted answers before they freaked him out instead.

"Oh."

Owen sighed, now not knowing what to do or say. He didn't know how to get his answer.

"Okay, so, why are you telling me this?"

Scowling, Owen gave a hit to Hector's arm. "You're my best friend... I don't know. I didn't know what to think..."

Hector took his time. He was still processing the fact that his best friend, who he'd been feeling some minor - ahem, quiet a bit more than minor feelings for, had felt attracted to another guy.

But he'd not felt it with Hector.

"Okay, understandable. But Owen," it pained Hector to voice the advice. "It won't make sense until to go and figure it out... Maybe you need to kiss and find out."

Owen's face gasped and turned red. "What?! Are you trying to dig a hole and burry me in it?! I can't go around kissing Tylor! He's Georgia's brother!"

Hector rolled his eyes. "So? That's not my problem Owen... You're the one who thinks you want to kiss him." He pocketed his hands. "If not, then try going out and seeing whether you feel attracted to any other guys."

Owen shook his head, his mind already tuning to figure out a solution. "No, there's no point. I need to figure out why I suddenly want to kiss boys instead and see whether it's a me problem, a gay problem, or a Tylor problem."

An idea popped in his head.

A terrible idea.

"Hec, I'm going to ask for something that might make you hate me, but you're the only one I know and trust. So, please say yes to this!"

Hector gave a narrow glance at his best friend, landing back on square one of curiosity. "What is it?"

Owen had his hands tied together in prayer. "Just promise you'll say yes cause you're the best, best friend ever."

Hector only rolled his eyes, not saying a word and waiting.

Owen huffed, scratching the back of his neck.

"Kiss me, please?"