Second Chances

Before I continue, maybe I should give a description of this apartment. I probably should have mentioned earlier that it was actually the penthouse and that it was located across the street from Central Park. Basically this two-bedroom apartment was worth about the same amount as a large chunk of any small to medium sized state of your choosing. I maybe didn't explain quite how rich Matt and Doug's parents were. They had four houses each of which cost more than most people make in a lifetime. Their yearly income was eight digits, and while their net worth didn't quite total a billion, in a couple more years it would have. Neither had trusted investment bankers and had put their money into gold. This was fortunate since in the last couple years, the price of gold has tripled. What was already a very large fortune became a very, very, very large one in a matter of a couple of years, and in large part because like shiny metal. I should also say that Matt is fairly quiet about his money, as were his parents. If you saw him on the street you would probably think him upper class, but by no means loaded. He dressed well, but in a way someone who worked of a hundred thousand dollar yearly income supporting a family of four could. It wasn't that money was an object, clearly it wasn't; he just didn't want to flaunt it.

Matt had decorated his apartment himself in the kind of modern style expected of someone his age who has one of the most desirable apartments in New York City. It was actually really nice, and within a couple weeks, I began to expect that anyone who came into the apartment for the first time would compliment him on the decorating job. To get in one either needed to have a key for the elevator, or would get out of the rear door of the elevator and forced into a small room that housed a doorbell and a couch. Upon entering the apartment, either from the elevator or the door, one entered a large room that was both the kitchen and sitting area. The kitchen was astonishingly well equipped, since one of Matt's ways of coping with the loss of his family had been to try to learn to cook. He learned to cook but it didn't help with the loss. The sitting area was a large semicircular leather couch oriented around a TV that looked like it might have been right at home in a sports stadium so that fans could see the action even if they were in the nosebleeds. Like most twenty-two year olds with a y-chromosome, he had an X-Box hooked up to his TV and it was used regularly. There was a balcony extending all the way around the apartment with a hot tub, though someone had fucked it up at a party he had thrown a couple days earlier, and he needed to get a repair man to fix it, something he would neglect to do, until I finally took it upon myself to call the guy.

Matt's bedroom was huge. It had a sitting area that was more for show and to occupy space than for actual use. Matt had a king sized bed on either side of which were two identical walk in closets that seemed to be able to hold enough clothes for someone to have a different outfit for every day of the year. Matt had left one unused, but said he was considering converting it if he could ever figure out what to convert it to. The master bathroom was beautiful, with a marble counter at the sink and brass faucets. The shower was large enough that someone could lie down in the center facing any direction and not touch a wall. On the other side was a bathtub that would come to be used rather frequently. There was obviously a toilet, as well as a bidet that Matt had installed after he bought the apartment to clean out the ass as was needed. The room I was to sleep in was less extravagant, though it still seemed like a palace relative to anything I had ever slept in, so I wasn't complaining. The fact that I was actually sleeping on a bed, let alone a queen sized one, was more than enough.

When we finally got there it was about two AM. Matt let me use the shower first as he put my stuff in the extra bedroom. It was good to feel the warm water. I sat down and cried. After what I can only assume was a long time (I wasn't really paying attention) he knocked on the door.
"You ok in there?"
"Ye... Yeah."
"You don't sound ok."
"I'm... I'm... I'm fine."
"You're clearly not fine. I'm coming in." He opened the door and saw me sitting in the shower sobbing and visibly shaking. I think I looked even worse than I sounded.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Fi... Fine."

He stripped down to his underwear and got in the shower with me. He sat down next to me and wrapped hugged me. It felt good to feel another person's arms around me. I put my head on his shoulder. I remembered Doug laying his head on my shoulder, or chest, or lap when he was alive and we were together. I felt guilty for being like that with Matt. Why did I feel guilty? We weren't doing anything; it was platonic... wasn't it? I didn't feel anything Matt, did I? Crap... Would that even be wrong? Would that be betraying Doug?
"You feeling any better?" I had stopped shaking by this point.
"Yeah, I'm just thinking."
"About Doug?"
"You could say that."
"What about?"

"It's just a lot to take in... He's dead, and has been dead for a while. Even though we never really had a break up, we clearly weren't together; we hadn't seen each other in a couple years. I'm not sure if it would be betraying him to move on."
"Well why would that be a betrayal? He would want you to be happy. For a while I wondered if it was fair for me to enjoy my life when my family is all gone. I realized that I should be grateful to be alive, and that they wouldn't want me to spend my life punishing myself for being alive. He would want you to be happy, you deserve to be happy."

"He might think it was a betrayal if it was with his older brother." I said it before I realized what I was saying or to whom I was saying it. I lifted my head off his shoulder and my face turned beet red. I braced for the worst.
"No, he wouldn't think it was a betrayal at all." He leaned over and kissed my lips. "He would be happy that two of his favorite people were going to make each other happy."
I smiled. I knew he was right, Doug would have wanted me to be happy. He would have wanted us both to be happy. "Do you want to go to bed then?"
He didn't even bother replying. Instead, he turned the shower off, picked me up, and carried me to his room, and laid me down on the bed. It wasn't until this point that I noticed his dick was huge. He pulled off his underwear revealing a thick ten-inch dick. I should point out that I'm no slouch in that department with an eight-inch dick, but still, I had nothing on Matt. I was incredibly turned on by it but was a little scared. He climbed on top of me and began kissing me.

"Um... Matt?"
"Yeah, babe?" He kissed my neck.
"I... um... I... Even with Doug, I never actually had sex, we gave each other blow jobs and stuff, but we didn't ever actually have sex."
"That's fine, I won't go any farther than you're comfortable with."
"Ok."

"But by the time I'm done with you, you're going to be begging for me to fuck your brains out with my big cock." Doug had never talked like that. I was hugely turned on by it, and he could tell.
He kissed my lips, separating my lips with his and exploring the inside of my mouth with his tongue. He was a great kisser. He then kissed along my jaw line down to my neck and then to my nipple. He bit me softly and started to squeeze the other one with his fingers. My dick was standing fully erect at this point and leaking precum.
"Your dick is looking pretty tasty right now. It seems to want some attention."
"I think that would be pretty accurate."
"Well, it would be a shame to ignore such a treat."
He put the head in his mouth and started circling it with his tongue. Then he deep throated the entire thing, burying his face in my pubes. How he managed to fit all of it in his mouth was beyond me, but it felt amazing. I moaned softly and gripped the bed. It wasn't long before he had me about to cum.
"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum soon."

He took his mouth off my dick. "No you're not." He flipped me over onto my stomach. "You don't want this to end yet, believe me." With that he bit my ass cheek, not enough for it to hurt, but definitely enough for me to notice and become incredibly turned on by it.
"I bet you want my dick right about now."
"Mmhmmm." I was biting the pillow; it was really the only way I could keep myself from screaming "Fuck me" and waking his neighbors.
"Well you're going to have to wait for that." He put his mouth to my hole and started to lick all around. Then he put his hands on my ass cheeks and pulled them apart so he could get his tongue inside. I moaned into the pillow. He spent a couple minutes doing that. Once he decided he'd had enough of that he flipped me onto my back and pulled me to the edge of the bed so my legs hung off.
"Fuck me, pleeeeease fuck me."

He chuckled. "Don't worry, babe, I'm going to, but I need to loosen up your ass first or it will hurt a lot." He kissed my lips as he pushed a finger into my ass and started to rub my prostate. I had fingered myself before but this was so much better. After a couple minutes he added a second, and then a fourth.
"Are you ready for the real thing?"
"Shut up and fuck me."
"I love you, too, babe." I blushed when he said he loved me.
He reached into his bedside table and pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube. He put the condom on and squeezed a lot of lube into his hand, and started to rub it in and around my asshole.
"Are you ready?" I looked down at his huge, throbbing dick.
"Yeah, I'm ready." He kissed my lips as he guided the head of his dick to my hole.

He gave me another warning. "It's going to hurt when I get it in, even after the fingering. I will try to be as gentle as possible but it's going to hurt at first, there is no way around that, and I'm not going to sugar coat it. If you want me to pull out at any time, just say so and I will."
With that he pushed the head of his dick inside me. I felt like my ass was on fire.
"Fuck that hurts."
"Do you want me to pull out?"
"No... not yet." The pain was starting to dissipate.
"Ok, I'm ready."
"This may hurt again." He started to push deeper and deeper until the entirety of his ten-inch dick was inside me. I was surprised I could take all of it. It hurt a little but that was nothing compared to the pleasure. I moaned.
"I'm going to make you mine, babe." He said it in a way that indicated he was mostly joking, but at the same time a small part of him was serious, that he wanted to make sure I never wanted anyone but him to fuck me.

He started to fuck me, pulling his dick out and slamming it back in, each time sending waves of pleasure through me. If my head had been against the headboard, I would have got concussed from the pounding that followed. He put his hand around my dick and started to jack me off as he fucked me. I was covering his hand and my stomach in precum.
"Fuuuuck that feels sooooo gooood." I moaned it more than said it. I was hardly able to speak due to the combination of the sheer pleasure I was experiencing in my ass and the fact that I could barely see straight, mainly because of the pleasure but also because he was pounding my ass hard enough to make my head move several inches with each thrust.
"Your ass is so fucking tight. I'm gonna cum."
"Me to." With that I blew a stream of cum covering my chest and stomach, clenching my ass down on his dick, making him cum inside me. He collapsed on top of me.
"That was... wow. I've never felt anything like that."
"I've had a decent amount of sex, but nothing has ever come close to that." He pulled his dick out of me, making me feel a bit empty inside. Apparently he could tell. "Don't worry babe, we'll do that again, lots, in fact." He looked at the clock. "Well, it's 5:30 AM. I don't have to be anywhere tomorrow but maybe we should go to bed anyway."
"Me neither, but yeah, that probably would be smart."
We climbed into bed and I took up the position of little spoon. It felt good to have his arms around me. I felt his flaccid dick against my ass and smiled. He kissed the back of my head softly. "I love you, Henry."
"I love you too, Matt."
That night I slept better than I had in years.

The next day I woke up around noon. At first I didn't remember where I was, or why someone had their arms around me. As anyone else would do in the situation, I panicked.
"Good morning, babe. Did you sleep well?" Matt was already awake apparently. I remembered where I was and was happy. I turned around to face him
"Yeah, though I must say something kept poking my butt all through the night. Someone has a bad case of morning wood."
"Well it's hard not to be turned on when I have you in my arms." He pulled me close and kissed my lips. If you had asked me Monday what I thought I was going to be doing on Saturday morning, I would definitely not have answered make out with an amazingly cute guy, it was a nice turn of events, even if the days in the middle had been a series of shit shows.
"Come on, let’s have breakfast." He took me by the hand and led me to the kitchen, both of us still naked. "You want anything in particular?"
"Sausage?" I winked at him.
"Someone's horny, but come on, I'm serious, and I’m really hungry right now."
"Sorry, how about bacon and eggs?"
"Sounds good. Why don't you go shower, I think you have a little dried jizz on your chest."
I looked down "Shit, you're right."

When I got out of the shower he had set the table and finished cooking. "Sit down, babe, I'm just squeezing some orange juice."
"Wow, you're going all out."
I couldn't believe someone was actually being this nice to me, even with Doug it had usually been me doing stuff for him.
"Yeah, well, I owe you a lot."
"What are you talking about? You're giving me a place to stay, you saved my life, aren't I the one who owes you?"
"You saved me first."
"What are you talking about, all I did was try to rob you."
"I probably should explain."
"Yeah that might be helpful."

"When my family was killed, I became severely depressed. I managed to finish college but I went from one of the top students in my class to barely passing in the last semester. Since then I've mostly just sat in this apartment feeling like shit, and that was almost a year ago. I was going to kill myself that night, but then I heard you break in. I didn't recognize you at first so I knocked you out. When I turned the lights on I knew who you were immediately. I know this sounds crazy, but I thought Doug had somehow brought you here to stop me. Whether it was him or just some crazy unlikely coincidence, you breaking in is the reason I didn't kill myself." I couldn't think of anything to do but hug him.
"I'm so glad you didn't kill yourself. I don't know if it was Doug who brought me to you but I know he wouldn't want you to do that. Please don't ever do that." I was basically choking him I was holding so tightly.
"I'm not going to. Especially now that I have you, I couldn't do that to you." We just stood there for a couple minutes as the food grew cold, him trying to comfort me and convince me that he wasn't going to off himself, me nearly choking him and begging him not to. Finally I accepted that he actually was happy to be alive again.

We ate in silence, me unsure how to react and show my support, Matt clearly wanting to say something but unsure how to say it, when we finished we got up to clear the table. Matt finally talked. "So, um, I'm not really sure how to ask this so I'll just spit it out: Henry, will you move in with me?"
"I thought I had moved in with you."
"You moved into the room across the hall from me as someone who pays rent, I want you to move into my room and share my bed. I want you to be my boyfriend."
"I'm not sure..."
"Please, Henry, I need you." He put his hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes very intently. Even if he had invited me to use the room across the hall because of his brother, he was inviting me to his own room because it was actually what he wanted. I felt like I was welcome now, rather than a burden.
"Isn't it a little soon? I mean, we've only really known each other for a week."
"I don't know about you but this week has been more eventful than most years are for me."
"Ok, I'll move in with you."
I don't think he would have been as happy if he had won the lottery.

We were cuddling on our couch (Wow it feels weird saying that, "our couch". I've never had possession, even shared possession at the behest of the actual owner, of anything this nice. Now one of the hottest guys I've ever laid eyes on was offering it to my on a silver platter, I'd say pinch me an make sure I'm not dreaming, but we were teasing each other earlier and he slapped my ass, I were sleeping that would have woken me up.)
Anyway, we were cuddling on our couch, neither of us had bothered to get dressed so I could feel his dick flaccid against my ass. It felt good to have his arms around me. I was a cold so Matt had got the duvet from the extra bed, the one briefly referred to as "my bed" before "Matt's bed" became "our bed". Of course the idea of getting dressed to stay warm hadn't crossed either of our minds. We were shooting the breeze when he brought up a topic I didn't want to discuss, college: the thing that was going to drag me away from him.
"You graduate high school this year, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Where are you going to go for college?"
"I got accepted to Columbia, Yale, and Harvard, but I don't have the money for college and I would need to have two jobs to make up the difference between what the schools would give me and what it costs. I think I'm going to go to Rochester, they gave me a full ride. Really I'll be happy anywhere, I just want to go to college and be able to move away from the shit hole I grew up in. You graduated last year, right?"

"Yep. Majored in Poli-sci and international relations. I actually got accepted to Harvard law but kind of put it off when…" He trailed off, but it was obvious what he meant, when his family was killed
"You should do it."
"How's this, I'll go to Harvard for law school if you come with me and do your undergrad there."
"I already said, there is no way I can afford it."
"You can live with me, I'm going to need an apartment anyway, that covers dorm cost. Anything the school won't cover, I will. I have more money than I could ever spend thanks to my parents. They loved you almost as much as Doug did, they would want you to have the best future possible, I want that for you too, plus I want you to be with me. I know I could still see you in the breaks if you went to Rochester, but I don't want to be without you for that long."
"Come on, don't tease me."
"I'm not teasing you, I want you to come with me."
"Really, you mean it?"
"Well I'm going to need to get you to come with me to Harvard somehow."
"After last night, I think you might just need to promise to fuck me and I'd follow you anywhere." I winked at him.
"If I promise to fuck you will you follow me to bed?" He flashed a naughty smile. I could already see his dick was starting to get hard.
"I think I could do that." I put my arms around his neck. He when he put his hands on my ass I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed his lips.

In the several seconds it took for him to carry me from the kitchen to the bedroom, both of our dicks had got completely hard.
"Damn your sexy." He kissed me as we stood next to the bed.
"Not as sexy as you." I think most people would agree with me on that. I looked good enough but Matt looked so much better.
"Well, maybe so, but I couldn't want anyone any more than I want you right now." He fell onto the bed and pulled me on top of him. "I want you so badly."

I kissed his lips, then whispered in his ear. "Well, as luck would have it, I'm all yours for the taking. Anything you want."
"Well doesn't that make me lucky. I know I promised to fuck you, but would you mind if I was the bottom this time?"
"Sure, but I've never fucked someone before."
"That's fine, I've never been fucked."
"I thought you had been with a lot of guys."
"I have, they see the ten inch dick and just want to get fucked, and all of them were just one night stands anyway, no one I would feel comfortable letting them fuck me. I really want to feel you inside me though."
"Well, I'm not exactly experienced with fucking people, but if it's what you want, I'm more than happy to oblige. Besides, I have a pretty good teacher. I guess I need to prep you though."
"Yeah, believe me, people usually don't enjoy it if you don't prep them or forget to use lube."
"Well, I want to make sure you enjoy this as much as possible." I flipped him over onto his stomach. I whispered in his ear "Well, for starters, having you eat my ass out felt unreal so I guess I'll start there."

I then kissed his neck and all the way down his spine to the top of his ass crack. When I got there I put my hands on his ass cheeks and spread them, allowing me access to his hairless virgin hole. I brought my lips right to it and kissed it softly, then licked around it, and finally stuck my tongue in. I had expected it to taste bad, but was wrong, if I could find a food that tasted like his ass I might get fat off of it. He moaned as I licked in and around his hole. "Fuuuck that feels so good, Henry."
"Are you ready for my finger now?" I reluctantly stopped tasting his delicious ass.
"Fuck yes." I licked my middle finger and slowly pushed it into his hole. He reflexively clamped down on the intrusion but soon was allowed in. When I started to massage his prostate he groaned softly. When his ass was loose enough I stuck my index finger in as well. It took him a little longer to adjust to it but before too long it was moving in and out without issue.
"So, are you ready for my dick, Babe?"
"Fuck me already!"

I got a condom and lube from his... our bedside table, flipped him onto his back and pulled him to the edge of our bed. I put the condom on and poured some lube into my hand, rubbing it in and around his ass, and along the condom covering my dick. I put my dick at the entrance to his hole and bent down to kiss his lips. "Wait, stop, I'm not sure I can do this."
"What's wrong, Matt?"
"I don't know if I can take it, I've never really thought of myself as a bottom, I'm not sure I want to start."
"Don't worry, it hurts at first but then it's just ecstasy. I really want to be able to fuck you, and I think you will really enjoy it. If you're worried that my dick is too big, I took your ten-inch monster last night and loved it. I love you though, and if you don't want to, I'm ok with that.

It's up to you, but I want to be able to make you feel as good as you made me feel." I kissed him again.
He paused as though he were thinking very deeply. "Ok."
I put his knees over my shoulders and slowly started to force my dick inside. "Fuck I had no idea how much this hurt." He was gritting his teeth. His ass was so tight that getting the head in took a lot of effort. "Fuuuuuuck." He stifled a scream when the entire head finally got in.
"Fuck, that hurts. My ass is on fire."
"Do you want me to pull..."
"Fuck yes, pull out." I was visibly disappointed, but obliged. He could see right away that I wasn't happy.
"Sorry, Henry." He looked to be genuinely sorry.
"It's fine. I don't ever want to hurt you, babe." I was telling the truth. Even though I did really want to fuck his brains out, I would never want to hurt him, and if he wasn't ready for it, I wasn't going to force the matter.
"I have an idea. I kind of encountered a similar problem with a guy I met at a club..."
"Go on."
"Well, if you lie down and I'm the one in control, then I can go at my own pace. Just until I get it in."
"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel forced or pressured or anything. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to make you do something you don't want to do and have you resent me for it."
"I want to do this. I want to make you happy, even if it makes me a little uncomfortable. And I don't think there is anything you could do that would make me resent you." With that he pulled me down on top of him and kissed me. Soon he had me on my back and he was crouching above me. He lined his hole up with the head of my dick, took a deep breath, and slowly started to lower himself onto it, guiding it into his ass as he winced a little. Once he got the head in he stopped.
"You ok, baby?"

"Fuck this hurts." He was breathing heavily. I waited a little
"You able to keep going?"
"Yeah, I can keep going." He lowered himself down the rest of my eight-inch cock and paused at the bottom. "This is supposed to feel good?"
"Give it a minute, the pain will go away."
"I'm not sure I'll last that long."

I pulled his head down and kissed him. I separated his lips with mine and began to explore the inside of his mouth with my tongue; he started to return the favor. After a couple minutes I cut off the kiss. "How's your ass now?"
"You were right, it's a lot better." He began to wiggle his ass, as if to emphasize the fact that he managed to take it all. Then he pulled it out of my ass. "That actually felt pretty good. Fuck me." He went back to the edge of the bed and lifted his legs in the air.
I got off the bed, pulled him to me and put his legs on my shoulders; then I stuck all eight inches of my cock in one thrust.

"Fuuuuuck!" Even though he had just had it all the way in, he felt some pain.
"Sorry."
"Don't be, fuck me as hard as you can."
"You sure?"
"Make me your bitch."
"I could never do that, I love you too much to treat you like that. If you want a good solid ass pounding though, I would be more than happy to oblige." I winked at him, then started to thrust my dick in and out. Each time I thrust back in there was an audible clapping noise. I started to jack him off, moving my hand in time with my hips.
"Fuuuck that feels aaaweeeesooome." He could barely construct words, it came out more as a series of barely differentiable syllables.
"You feel so fucking good." His stomach was covered in his own precum by this point, as were my hand and his dick.

After another ten minutes of hard pounding, he arched his back, moaned loudly, and blew a load all over his chest. At the same time, his ass tightened around my dick, causing me to blow a load inside him. I licked the cum off his chest, swallowed some, and then kissed him with what was left in my mouth. He hungrily swallowed what was left. I collapsed on top of him, laying my head on his chest, not removing my dick from his ass until it was flaccid and fell out on its own. He casually put a hand on my neck, with the other he rubbed my back. It was the first time I really felt like I was where I was supposed to be. Even with Doug, I felt loved, but not like his life would be noticeably different or worse without me. Matt was different though. With him I felt like I was needed, like I belonged. And I needed him as much as he needed me. With him I was safe. I fell asleep in his arms as he rubbed my back and stroked my hair.

The next morning I woke up, my head on Matt's chest, one of his arms had come to rest on my lower back just above where my ass crack started, the other was off to his side. He was asleep still. I lifted my head off his chest so I could see his face. Even asleep and with a bad case of bed head, he was perfect... Ok, anyone else probably would just say good looking, but to me, he is perfect. I looked at the clock "10:13 AM, Sunday, April 23, 2011". Shit, between worrying about the rent, being in the hospital, and everything that had happened since, I had forgot that I actually had stuff going on in my life.

As I said already, I was very into my schoolwork, as part of my ongoing effort to be everything my father was not. That meant that as everyone else had slack class schedules for senior year, I was taking six APs, and the exams started next week. Shit. I hadn't even started studying, and the week of classes I had just missed had probably been devoted to review. "Fuck my life." I muttered under my breath as I got up. "And good morning to you too, sunshine. What's wrong?" Matt was groggy but he wasn't oblivious.
"I have exams coming up, I just missed a week of classes, and I haven't started studying."
"What are you ranked in your class, again?"
"Um... first, I'm the valedictorian."
"And if you were to take a practice test now for any of your exams now, how do you think you would do?"
"I don't know, probably four or five in all of them."
"Then why are you stressing?"
"Because I'm... I'm afraid I'm not good enough."
"Not good enough for what?"

"Not good enough for Harvard, for one, not good enough to succeed in general. My mom got knocked up when she was 16 and my dad... well, he speaks for himself. I worked at McDonald's to make ends meet until this week when I moved in with you. I've always had that insecurity. And now I have you, and you're basically perfect, and I'm afraid I'm not good enough for you. At least with Doug he wasn't quite as good looking or quite as smart as me, so I could feel a little better about the fact that I could never bring him on nice vacations, or bring him to my house for dinner, or take him out on the town, but with you, you're basically perfect. You could probably get any guy in New York, how am I supposed to compete with that?" He chuckled a little. Tears started to well up in my eyes. "What's so funny!?" I sulked facing away from him, like a frustrated eight year old when his mom won't buy him whatever he wants.

"You are." He chuckled again. "Before I had met to you, I had heard about how smart you were from my brother. That didn't mean much but I had heard it from my parents too. And now I've talked to you, and it's clear you're one of the smartest people I've ever met. And if you're top of the class at Stuyvesant, there is really no way you can possibly think you're going to do poorly. So what if your parents made bad decisions, that doesn't mean you have to." He stood up and walked over to me. I turned away again. "And while I'm flattered that you think I'm perfect, I'm really not. Besides, why does it matter if I could get any guy in the city? I already have the one I want." He put his arms around me and kissed my neck. "And why do you think you need to compete with me?"

I knew he was right about all of it. I had nothing to worry about with the exams, they were going to be a piece of cake. I knew I wasn't going to make my parents' mistakes. I had spent my life trying to do the exact opposite of whatever they would do, I avoided drugs like the plague and I didn't have a big risk of getting myself or someone else pregnant. With regards to him, he had made it pretty clear that he was interested in me and only me. Under basically any other circumstances, a guy who I had known for a week telling me that would be weird and unwelcome. This wasn't under other circumstances. We had saved and been saved by the other. He had stat by my side for three days in the hospital. We shared the loss of Doug and his parents. I was right about one thing, he could get whichever guy he wanted. I just missed the main point, the guy he wanted was me.

I didn't reply. I just turned around and wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his shoulder.