Dreams come true_(0)

I was packing my stuff getting ready to sleep over at my friend’s house. He’s name was Lyall. He was a boy in my class. We were both 14 years old. The thing is; I had been in love with him since 6th grade. I knew very early that I was gay, though I hid it well. It didn’t help much that he was extremely hot, and very eager to show that. He would often throw off his shirt when we were playing, or put on shorts revealing his legs and thighs.

Whether or not he was gay too, I didn’t know. He was always commenting on hot girls, and he had had girlfriends. But then again, so had I. The way he were around me how ever, his eagerness to show himself to me, was what kept my hopes up. Though it sometimes seemed he was like that towards everyone. He was slim and in good shape, and he had long sandy blond hair. I was about the same, only with brown hair. I had been deeply in love with him for 3 years, but never got up the courage to tell him. If I did, he was most likely to reject me and I’m not sure what I would do if my hopes turned sour. So I played it cool, I didn’t take things any further. I would do just about anything to be with him, when he called and woke me up while I was asleep in the mornings I wouldn’t hesitate to come to his house or what ever he requested.

So there I was, packing my computer. I had some butterflies, as I was really looking forward seeing him in only his boxers again. It had been a while since our last sleep over, and I couldn’t wait. I just so hoped that he loved me back, and that he would give me some sign that he felt the same way. I had my stuff in a small bag over my shoulder while I rode my bike over to his house. It wasn’t that far and it was really hot outside and the sun was shining. I ringed the doorbell and his voice from the speakers welcomed me up to his room. That’s where we usually sat.

I did as he told and went upstairs. It didn’t surprise me when I saw him sitting in his chair with no shirt and only shorts on. We talked while we sat there playing on our computers, though we never got to any deep conversations. We just sat there the whole night playing, and eating snacks he had brought upstairs. When we finally were to go to bed, I was a bit exited, you might say. So when I got up, I knocked over a glass of soda, which was standing on the edge of the table, onto my madras where I was supposed to sleep.
“Crap!” I said.
“Ah dude, that’s going to be..