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Okay, I did the picture thing again :) Another conversation between my brother and I (this one is older, though) Lmao I feel like I should do this for every chapter, just for shits and giggles xD 

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                I sat at Owen’s house watching Final Destination 5 with him. Andre and I had been dating for 2 months already, which was like an eternity for me. We hadn’t gone past a make out. I didn’t want to pressure Andre, though. He didn’t appear to have had anymore problems with those fuckers, but he probably wouldn’t tell me even if he did.

                “The nail! The god damn nail you blonde bimbo!” Owen shrieked at the TV. “Owen Cash, stop yelling at the TV!” at his mom said, shaking her head at him. Owen sighed in annoyance. “But mom! They’re so dumb! THE NAIL YOU BITCH!”

                His mom, Mrs. Welch, sighed. “Owen, sweetie, they’re not going to listen to you.” The sobbing of Owen’s little half brother erupted from upstairs and Mrs. Welch sighed again. “Owen, you woke your brother up! Stop yelling at the TV!”

                Mrs. Welch left the room and Owen smirked. “Good. I hope I woke the fucking brat up bec- I TOLD YOU TO WATCH THE FUCKING NAIL!” “Owen stop yelling at the TV!” his mom called down in annoyance.

                “Make me,” Owen grumbled. I rolled my eyes. “Seriously man…why are you my best friend?” He smirked. “Because I take you to parties with me. Speaking of which, we better get going before she asks me to babysit the brat.”

                We turned the movie and got off his couch. “Bye mom; we’re going to Max’s!” Owen called. “Bye Owe, call me if you need a ride home,” Mrs. Welch called back.

                We left his house and he smirked again. “I love how dumb my mom is. On to the partying!” I laughed and nodded. “Yea!”

                He gave me a curious look. “Don’t you want to invite that boyfriend of yours? You know, I still haven’t met this Aleixandre kid.” I shrugged and shook my head. “No, I don’t think he’d have any fun at the party. He wouldn’t know anyone. And you’ll meet him eventually, I promise.”

                Owen grinned. “Good. I better get to meet him. He seems like a pretty cool guy. Especially if you of all people have stayed with him this long. You fuck him?” I shook my head. “No, he’s not comfortable with that, and I’m not going to press anything on him.”

                Owen stared at me like I was crazy. “Damn Pierce, this kid’s got you whipped.” I smacked him in the back of his head and sighed. “Shut up Owen. I’m not whipped. I just…I really like him.”

                Owen grinned and pointed at me. “You’re in love! With a kid you met at a party!” “But…I think I am Owen. Look, let’s just loosen up, okay? Party time,” I said as we entered the house we were going to. Music was going loud, and we grabbed ourselves beer.

                Owen and I ended up taking shots of Vodka, and smoking a little weed. Hell, it was a party. Might as well live it up.

                But before I knew what I was really doing, I was making out with my friend Vinny in the living room. I’ll be damned if I could remember how I ended up doing that…but I did.

                “Dude, you just made out with Vinny. What about your boyfriend?” a slightly tipsy, and very high Owen asked me, coming up to me. I shrugged. “What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. What happens at the party stays at the party. Got it Owe?” He nodded and giggled.

                I moved to the kitchen and got myself another beer. Hell, Andre didn’t have to know I’d made out with Vinny. And it’s not like I really cheated on him…I was partially drunk.

                It wasn’t like I had rung his doorbell. Owen and I said that sometimes, when we were around our parents. “Rang their doorbell” was code for “fucked their brains out”. Making out with someone, was completely different than fucking them.

                And…I didn’t want Andre to know. I didn’t want him to break up with me. So the next day, I laid on my couch with a pounding headache when Andre rang the doorbell. Ha, the irony.

                “He’s…right here!” dad said, leading Andre over to me. “Hey Andre,” I said with a small smile. “Hi Pierce. Do you feel okay?” he asked with a frown and I slowly shook my head. “Nah, I feel like shit. Oh, sorry dad. I feel like, uh, feces.”

                I sat up and held my arms out to Andre. He sat next to me and I hugged him and kissed his lips gently. Dad left us alone and I laid on the couch with Andre in my arms, wiping the thought of what I had done with Vinny last night clean from my mind.

                Andre rested his head on my chest and I smiled. “Well you’re cute,” I said and kissed his cheek. He smiled and kissed my neck. “You’re cuter!” “Impossible,” I said and kissed his lips gently. He smiled softly. “I love you Pierce,” he whispered. “I love you too Andre,” I said honestly.

                Damn. That was the first time that had ever come from my mouth so easily. And the first time I knew it wasn’t just some bullshit lie. I was really falling in love with Andre, and he was really already in love with me. I just really hoped I wouldn’t fuck this relationship up. 

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