NICK'S P.O.V.

I'm so stupid. Why the hell did I say that? Saying he's cute? God, he must think i'm a fag now.

Why did I go up there in the first place? I knew he wasn't dressed yet. What the hell did I expect? I need to be more cautious. I drop myself on the sofa. Guess i'll just say "No Homo, bro?" when he comes down, and everything's fixed. Those words always do it.

"Stupid feelings! Stupid stupid stupid feelings!"  I put my hands on my stomach, trying to squeeze the butterflies out. No success.

Ugh, I wish I could just barge into the bathroom and plant my lips onto his, while i caress his beautiful jawline and..

"STOP IT NICK, STOP IT GOD DAMNIT YOURE STRAIGHT!" I scream internally. No matter how often i repeat it, it will never become truth. I'm gay. Gay Gay Gay.

I come sit up straight (that's as straight as i'll ever be)  as I see two black socks coming down the stairs, followed by two strong legs and muscled upper body, and finally, his face. He has a bright smile on. I supress a smile and put on a neutral face.

"No Homo, Bro?" I say to him as I planned to do. I hate myself for this.

"Sure, Bud." He answers and laughs. .  His eyes were the colour of hot cocoa, sprinkled with tiny flecks of gold like mini marshmallows.

I want to devour him

I catch myself staring at him again and glance away. When i look back i can see him running towards the fridge. Cute little butt. GOD NICK STOP IT NOW.

"I'll get us a sandwich, alright?" he says as he opens the fridge

"Sure, man, i'm hungry as fuck, thats why I came looking for you, until you ambushed me. I was scared you'd rape me."

He turns around and throws an apple my way. "Here, eat this while i make you lunch, weirdo."

He's surprised when i catch it. I give him a smug grin.

"Fast, huh?"

"Dang bro, you rock!"

"I know, that's why you're making me lunch and not the other way around."

We laugh in unison. His laugh warms my heart.

"Nah, just kidding. Are you sure you don't need any help?" I get up from the sofa.

"Nah, sit your ass down and shut up." he chuckles.

"Alright, master." I say, and do a fake pout.

"Good boy, good boy." He laughs again, sending shivers of golden light down my spine.

If only we could do this every day.