Danny's Point of View
The next morning I woke up with a start. It was a Saturday, and my mom was in my room to wake me up.
"Danny," she said while lightly nudging me in the arm. "Wake up, you have company."
"Who is it?" I asked as I sat up.
"It's Rachel. Should I tell her to come up?" she asked.
Most parents wouldn't be comfortable letting their son have a girl in his room, especially after just waking up, still in his underwear, but my parents were cool that way. They knew I was gay, I'd come out to them when I was 13, and they'd guessed I was even before that, so it was no shock to them when I came out, and since they'd already had time to get used to the idea, when I told them they treated it as a normal thing, and I couldn't be happier.
Besides, Rachel lived next door and had been my best friend since we were both seven years old, so they were used to her being around.
"Yeah," I said, responding to her question. "Send her up, I'll get dressed real quick."
"Okay, sweetie," my mom said and kissed my forehead before standing up.
Right after she left, I got out of bed and put on some shorts and a loose shirt I sometimes wore to bed.
"Hey Danny," I heard Rachel say as she opened the door. "Good morning."
Rachel was standing there in a short pink flowy dress and sandals, and she was a thing of beauty. She was 5'6"; she had nice and long blonde hair that curled towards the bottom, bright hazel eyes and a killer body. If I hadn't been gay I'd be all over her.
"Good morning," I said as I sat back down on the bed.
She crossed my room and sat down beside me.
"So..." she said, raising her eyebrows.
"So...?" I repeated.
"You wanna tell me what happened last night?" she clarified.
"I already told you."
"You told me what happened in the woods, not what happened when he brought you home."
I couldn't help it, I smiled, a faraway look in my eyes.
"Oh my god," Rachel giggled, clapping her hands together. "This is so exciting. What happened?"
"Well, he brought me home, and when we got to the door... he kissed me again, and it was... I don't even know how to describe it, Rach, he's such an amazing kisser. I thought it would be weird at first, but it wasn't. It just... felt right, you know?"
Rachel smiled and nodded.
"You know," she said after a minute. "I talked to Jake earlier. He called me this morning and told me about last night, and he was so happy. Honestly Danny, you have no idea how much he likes you. You made him really, really happy."
I smiled, knowing that I could make Jake feel so good, but then I frowned.
"Wait a minute," I said. "You just said he really likes me, but last night... you said he..."
"Loved you?" I nodded. "Well, he never said it. I just assumed, but if he didn't before, I'm pretty sure he does now."
I frowned again and put my head down.
"Danny," Rachel said and I looked up. "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have said that, it wasn't my place, but I do know that he's really into you. You yourself saw that last night."
"Yeah, I guess." I looked away. "It's just that... I got my hopes up, you know?"
She didn't respond, but she put her hand in mine, and it made me feel better.
"Danny!" I heard my mom yell from downstairs. "Breakfast's almost ready. Is Rachel eating with us?"
I looked to her for an answer, and she nodded. "Yeah!" I yelled back.
"Ok, I'll set another plate!"
"Mom's still asleep." Rachel reasoned. "My parents' anniversary was last night and they were out pretty late, so she won't be making breakfast anytime soon."
"So what?" I asked. "You're 18, you're a grown woman, you can make your own breakfast."
"Nah," she casually said as she arose from the bed and made her way to the door. "I'm too lazy, and I like your mom's cooking."
"Alright," I said as I got up too. "I'm gonna get a quick shower while she finishes making breakfast. Make sure you guys don't eat everything before I get there."
"Sure thing sweetie," she said and walked out of my room.
"I finally got you, Danny. You're all I've wanted for three years."
That's what Jake said last night, right before he kissed me like I'd never been kissed before.
