My Silly Boy

10

Phil's POV

"Can we talk?" Dan stood in the doorway of my bedroom.

"Yeah, come in."

Dan walked in and sat in front of me on my bed. "I'm dating Megan."

I paused. "I thought I told how I felt about that."

"You did. But I don't think you really know her yet."

I looked down at my laptop.

"I think you guys would get along great if you tried."

"What if I don't want to try?"

"Why would you?" He gave me a look of confusion.

I closed my laptop.

"It wouldn't matter if I told you."

"Phil, you know it would."

"When I kissed you earlier, it wasn't an accident. I have feelings for you." I swallowed a lump in my throat.

"Are you jealous?"

"Yeah Dan. Maybe I am." My eyes grew watery. "You kissed me back, Dan. Did that not mean a damn thing?" A tear fell from my eye.

"When you kissed me, it felt right. When I kissed you, it felt wrong." Dan looked away from me.

"How does that make any sense?"

"I thought the same thing. But when Megan and I kissed for the first time, it felt like a million tiny fireworks exploding in my stomach. It was like the first bite of warm pie from the oven. It was different, Phil. I think that's why I like her."

"Will you.... kiss me again?" I asked him shyly.

Dan leaned forwards and put his forehead on mine. His eyes were closed and he tilted his head. His lips were so soft. I wanted to keep kissing him. I put my hands on his cheeks and he broke the kiss.

"Dan." I whispered.

"I want to love you, but I can't." Dan was crying.

He was actually crying.