"He just found out," I looked at my hands.

"Really? Oh my god," she put her hand on her forehead, as if she had failed.

"It's not your fault. It's mine. I told him."

"You told him?" She was surprised.

*Bree's POV*

"Yeah, but he had seen us in the pool, so I told him the truth."

"Did he say anything about mum or dad?" I asked worriedly.

"Yeah.."

"He's going to tell?"

"In the morning."

"We can stop him! We need to stop him!"

"Bree, he's going to tell, no matter what. It's okay. They're going to find out sooner or later. I'd rather it be now than a year from now when it's been going on for longer, and they get even more mad at us."

"That's true.. I just don't want them tearing us apart."

"It's my fault, Bree. I'm so sorry," he frowned.

"It's okay, Mikey."

"No, it's not."

"I promise you it is. They're going to find out tomorrow, and we'll see what they think. They'll punish me, I know that for sure."

"I feel so bad."

"Don't."

"I'll take your punishment with you, if it's something I can. But what if they stop us from being friends?"

"They can't stop us from being friends, especially when we're in school."

"So you're saying our whole 'friends with benefits' thing will have to be all in school? What if I feel like it after school?"

"I don't know. We'll just take it as it comes, okay?"

"Alright."

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The next morning, Michael and I walked downstairs from my room where we both slept (me in my bed, Michael in the floor). Isaac came from behind us and walked into the kitchen where dad was making his lunch, and mum was grabbing breakfast.

"Mum, dad.. I have to tell you something," he looked at them, but then glared at Michael and me.

"What would that be, I?" Mum and dad's nickname for Isaac was 'I'. Just the letter 'I'.

"Michael and Bree are-" he was cut off by Michael.

"dating!" Michael butted in.

"Really?" Mum seemed happy for us.

"Yeah," I smiled at her, but I gave Michael the death glare. Now we were going to have to act like we were dating in front of mum and dad all the time, and even my siblings as well. If they tell Michael's parents, we're going to have to act like we're dating around them too.

"No, that's not what I was going to say-" Isaac started, only to be cut off by Michael once again.

"I was joking last night. Plus, you must've been dreaming or something. I was just going along with what you were saying," Michael laughed. He was really good at acting.

"I definitely wasn't dreaming. I saw you two-"

"No you didn't. We never went out into the pool, like you said you saw us. It would've been too cold!" He exclaimed.

"But-" Isaac wasn't sure at all with what was going on.

"No buts, Isaac. I was kidding last night. I just didn't want you to know we were dating."

"So you told me you two were friends with benefits!? That just made the situation worse than what it would have been if you would've told me you two were dating."

"As I've said many times, I'm sorry."

"O-Okay.." He still seemed to be a little confused.

Mum me dad looked at me. They were confused as well as Isaac. I just shrugged my shoulders, pretending I didn't know either.

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After school that day, I went to Michael's house. We were going to talk about whether to tell the boys that we're "dating" or not. If they find out from one of my siblings or my parents, they'd be mad at us. Why did Michael have to tell my parents we were dating? Why couldn't he have just let Isaac say friends with benefits. I knew there'd be such high expectations from my parents when we're around them. They would say, "I thought you guys were dating. You never hold hands." It is going to be so annoying.

At Michael's house, his mum greeted me. She knew. I could tell by the way she looked at us. Then she told us she knew, "So I heard you guys are dating now?"

"We are," I smiled, grabbing Michael's hand. This was so weird. We have sex all of the time, but it's awkward when we hold hands..

We had an awkward conversation with Karen before getting upstairs to his room where we began to talk.

Before we really talked, I asked him rhetorically, "What have you done?"