Daniel's P.O.V.

I walk back to the dinner table and sat down. My dad and Joey's mom both gave me a look basicly saying so, how'd it go? But I think the answer is quite obvious. If he had been okay he would be sitting here now, eating, and maybe even joining in on the conversation. But no, he is upset. And to top it all off, he had to throw the fact that I am not out back in my face. Joey is two for two tonight. Let's see what else he can hurt me with.

"So is Joey upset?" Mrs. Graceffa asks me as if she is trying to be polite. I can tell she doesn't really care if he is okay. She doesn't care about him like I do.
"Well you hurt his feeling pretty bad," I say with a little underlying attitude. I may be a tinge upset with him but that doesn't mean she can upset him and I will be okay with it.
"Oh just let the fag cry, Daniel. He will be fine. After dinner you can go back in there and talk to the gay boy. Okay?" My dad said to me. I could feel this heat building in my stomach, like I wanted to punch him. And after he said that both him and Joey's mom broke out into a fit of laughter. So, to blend in and not look suspicious, I began to laugh as well. But please believe me, if I had known Joey was standing at the end of the stairs I wouldn't have done this.
"Yeah I think the homo likes me," I say trying to blend more into the conversation. I hear noise on the stairs and I catch a glimpse of Joey as he darts and goes back to his room. Shit. They both laugh and I give a slight chuckle.
"Me and Mrs. Graceffa will clean this up. You go and try to get Joey to be okay," my dad said motioning for me to go upstairs.
"Oh and one more thing," my dad says as I reach the stairs, "we are spending the night. You have to sleep in Joey's room. Be careful." He said the last part with a wink. I smiled and began walking up the stairs.

I reach Joey's room and he doesn't answer the few times I knock and call his name. So, I felt on top of the door and grabbed the key. I unlocked thr door and placed the key back. All the lights are off in his room except for his lamp. I can see Joey's body on his bed outlined from the dim lighting. I walk over to him.
"Joey can we resolve this?" I say to face down Joey on his bed.
"I am not sure. You might began to think some homo likes you," he says darting up from his bed and going to sit in a chair that is in the corner of the room.
"Joey," I began but he quickly cuts me off.
"Don't. You. Dare. Joey me. Is this some kind of stupid fucking game? Am I a pawn in your fucking game? What the hell are you trying to pull on me? I mean I understand that you don't want to come out but that doesn't mean you have to keep throwing me under the bus just to ge a rise out of them!" He says throwing his hands in the air in a frustrated manor.
"Listen to me please. I am sorry for how insensitive I was being earlier this evening. And I am sorry for saying that. I didn't mean a word of it. If you want I will go down there and tell my dad I am gay right now. I will. Just for you. Just please forgive me," I say full on sobbing.
"Don't go out yourself. We have to sleep in the same room evidently, I heard that too," Joey says in a very sassy sounding tone.
"I know. That's why I was kinda hoping you would forgive me, so we don't kill eachother in here," I say looking around his room in the different lighting.
"You get the floor. I got the bed," he said throwing one thin pillow and one even thinner blanket on the floor for me to sleep on. I guess I deserve that.

I sit in the bed, well fabric, and just get situated.
"Good night," I finally say after a moment of silence. But instead of a good night in return Joey just turned off the lamp, leaving the room as dark as my thoughts.