Just a little bit out of my limit

The Date - Part 1

~Calum's POV~
I pulled into Michael's driveway. I placed my head on the steering wheel, and looked down at my feet. I was so nervous. I had butterflies in my stomach, and my head was spinning. I still can't believe that he said yes to coming on a date with me. I was disgusted by what I did to Michael, and I can't imagine what he must think of me. I pushed my hands through my hair, and slicked back the chocolate brown streaks.
I stared out of the car window, and looked at Michael's house. The grass at the front of his house was being reflected in the moonlight and it reminded me of the day that he bought his house: it was the first time I knew that I had fallen in love with Michael.
---flashback---
We had been took around the empty house and we were now waiting in the kitchen. Michael was trying to decide whether he wanted to buy the house or not. He was playing with his fingers as he looked down at the heap of paper work in front of him. The paperwork was placed on the kitchen table, and he was leaned against it. It was only me and Michael here, Ashton and Luke were doing something else. They always seemed to be together, and it was always just me tagging along with whatever Michael wanted to do.
I looked into Michaels eyes. They were a light green, the colour of autumn leaves. He was staring at the sheets of paper, with a look of hard concentration on his face. I placed my arm on his soft, broad shoulders. I pressed my palms against his shoulders, and massaged his shoulder blades. I wanted to make everything okay for him, I wanted him to feel more calm in this difficult decision he had to make.
"Oh yeah. Thanks bud." Michael groaned. This felt kind of weird. There were some boundaries between friends, and I feel like we were crossing a massive one. Michael reached his hand up, and dropped it between my fingers. He moved my hand so that I was pressing harder against his shoulder. His fingers felt so good against my skin; they were smooth, and were pressed lightly against me - it made me feel like I was someone who he wanted to protect.
He bit his lips, as he pushed his palms harder against my hands. I leaned in on his back, and I pressed my crotch against his ass. My lips were getting dry. The room was getting hotter. There was sweat dripping down my forehead. I rapped my leg around his leg and I leaned in. I put my neck on his shoulder, and went to kiss his collarbone.
No.
What was I doing?
This is my friend. He's been my friend for like ever. And I didn't want to ruin my friendship by doing something dumb like this - I mean, he may not even like me?
I didn't know how to get out of this awkward situation. We were too far, and I didn't know how I could stop myself. I guess I would just have to pretend this was another joke again.
I kicked the back of his leg and he fell the floor in a heap. He was laughing on the floor, it was obvious - he didn't like me. I had to laugh, even though it was fake. I reached my arm out and helped him up.
"I guess I won then. I coped for longer than you did bro." Michael said as he brushed some dust off of his black jeans.
He was gorgeous.
And I think I'm in love with him
---end of flashback---
I don't know if I had fell asleep, but I awoke to my phone ringing: it was Ashton. I picked up my phone and pressed it against my ear.
"Hey Calum. How you feel bud?" Ashton asked with concern. He was always a great friend, he cared for me a lot and I appreciated that.
"I'm okay I guess. Just pretty nervous." I whispered through the phone. I didn't want Michael to hear me, I didn't want him thinking I was nervous too. It was my turn to be the strong one.
"Just don't worry. It'll be fine. It may be a bit awkward at first, but you know Michael, he loves you. It'll be magical and beautiful I'm sure. Now you go and get him, you don't want to be running late now do you?" Ashton said to me from the phone.
"Thanks bro. Speak after it, see you later." I said. I hung up the phone, and put it in my back pocket. I opened the car door, and walked out to Michaels house. I rolled my jumper sleeves up, and then pushed them back down again. I couldn't decide which looked better.
As I walked up to Michaels door I hesitated for a second. I hadn't realised it before, but this could be it. This evening could predict our whole future: whether we would get together or not would have an effect on everything in our lives. I raised my hand and knocked on the hard wooden door.