So fast was I in leaving my room and reaching the front door that I had actually beat my mother. She had only just begun to respond to the doorbell. When I opened the door, I was not disappointed as there was the love of my life, Jon, standing in my doorway dressed only in a white t-shirt and dark blue cargo pants. His red hair was neatly combed and I could detect the unmistakable odor of someone who had just finished having a shower.

"Jon!" I said, reaching out and grabbing him into a hug.

"Hey Jay." he responded and hugged me back.

"Dear, aren't you going to let your friend in?" my mother chuckled as she stood behind me near the kitchen.

I let Jon go and moved aside to allow Jon to come in. Once inside I closed the door and introduced him to my mother. "Jon, this is my mom."

"Hi Jon. It's really nice to meet you, please call me Karen." my mother said shaking Jon's hand.

By this time, my father had come out into the hallway and reached out his hand. "I'm Jason's father, Don. I'm glad that Jason has you for a friend, he doesn't make friends easily. I would also like to thank you for helping Jason with Paul earlier today."

"Jay's a cool guy, and I don't like it when people do stuff like Paul did. Besides, I had to talk to Jay about our English assignment." Jon said, the last part as he looked at me with this silly grin on his face.

I slapped my forehead with the palm of my hand. "I completely forgot! Mom, dad, is it OK if Jon and I go up to my room? Mrs. Williams assigned our class a group project and Jon is supposed to be my partner."

My mother looked at me. "OK dear, but remember it's a school night and I'm sure Jon's parents don't want him out too late."

"Actually its just me and my mom but yeah, I'm supposed to be home by nine."

I looked at the clock in the kitchen and it was six thirty. Only two hours to be with him. I planned to make the best of it. It's funny, but I have never had my mind so fixed on any one person like this. Is this what love does to you? If it does, I like it. Jon and I made our way to my bedroom where once inside I promptly closed my door. Jon sat on my bed and I took a seat at my computer desk.

"Jon," I started, "I'm really glad you came over today. I wanted to spend more time with you."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I've not made very many friends since my mom and I moved up here from New York. I think you are a cool guy and I already feel that you are going to be my best friend. I certainly hope so. Most of the other kids in school are so into sports and I really couldn't care less. So tell me what the story is with you and this Paul kid." Jon said.

I sighed deeply before I told him the whole story.

"Paul and I were in the same class in grade 5. It wasn't a big class and Paul had a reputation for being a practical joker. I liked his sense of humor and thought that he and I could be friends. At first we were. We didn't go to each other's houses or anything but we talked a lot and hanged around each other a lot at school. Then one day I was heading to my next class, I can't remember what it was, and I had just reached the door to the classroom when I heard Paul's voice. He was speaking to some other kids in our class. What he said shocked me completely as I found out that he was only pretending to be my friend because he wanted to play a big joke on me. Well for a second there I was frozen in place. I began to cry a bit and then I went into the room and sat down at my desk. Paul saw me and saw that I was crying and instead of trying to find out what was wrong he and his friends started to laugh at me. Calling me names like sissy and wimp and things like that. They only stopped when the teacher walked into the room. The teacher looked at Paul sternly but did nothing else.

"Well later that day school was finished and I had just left the school for home when I saw briefly a fist heading for my face. I felt a sharp pain and ended up falling to the ground. I looked up and there was Paul, laughing like a mad man saying what a fool I was to think I could ever be his friend. Then he walked away leaving me on the ground, dirty and crying. I was never able to handle any kind of pain. The dentists had to put me under just to fill a cavity. My father found out what happened and marched up to Paul's house and confronted Paul's father. Paul's father is an alcoholic and couldn't give to shits what his son did at school. And that just upset my father even more. Because of Paul my father had to visit his house two other times. Each time his father was drunk and my father got the same response. I have been kicked, pushed, dunked in the toilet, insulted and just plain picked on by Paul and his little circle of friends. I never stood up for myself and thought that if I didn't fight back they would just leave me alone."

As I finished telling Jon my story I was crying, the tears running down my face and onto my lap. I looked up at Jon and could see that he was also crying a bit. Not an all out cry, but there were definitely tears in his eyes. He slowly got up from my bed walked over to me and pulled me up into a tight hug as I continued to cry. Being in his arms, I felt like all the hurt I had suffered, every punch and every insult was being washed away.

Eventually I stopped crying, my tears still running down my face and my sobs being reduced to the occasional sniffle. Jon let me go and looked into my face raising it with his finger under my chin. "Jay. I didn't know. I'm sorry. And I'm sorry for what I said to back at school about you not sticking up for yourself. I guess I've always felt that a person should stand up for themselves and I never thought to consider that a person's fear of pain could make that impossible. I want you to know that I'm here for you. I don't want you to get hurt again. I like you."

"Thank you Jon. No one has ever said that to me before. Jon, I have to tell you something but I'm afraid that if I do that you'll hate me. I like you too Jon. A lot. And I don't want to lose you."

"Hey no matter what, I'm not going anywhere. There's nothing you could say that would make me hate you or leave you. Come on, what is it?" he asked me softly.

I started to shake my head.

"Jay, I'm serious, you can tell me. I will not think any less of you."

I didn't want to, but I knew I had to tell him how I felt sooner or later. Taking a deep breath I spoke. "Jon, since I ran into you in the hall at school I've had my mind stuck on you. I've never felt this way before and it is kind of scary. I was afraid that if I told you that you wouldn't want to be near me again. Jon, I'm gay and I've fallen in love with you. Please don't hate me!" I cried.

What seemed like hours but was in fact only a minute or so passed by as I waited for Jon to respond to what I told him. The silence was killing me. Him reacting by hitting me or running out of the room I could handle, but the silence was something that was more unnerving that anything I had ever experienced before. Finally Jon began to speak.

"Jay, I could never hate you. You are my best friend."

"Jon please understand that I don't want you to feel that you can't trust me. I want to be your friend very much. I've known I was gay since I was twelve years old. My parents don't know. You are the only one I have told."

"I do trust you Jay. There's something about you that makes me believe you could never hurt me. I have only told this to my mom and while she wasn't too thrilled by the idea she loves me and will support me no matter what. Jay, I am gay too. And I think I am falling in love with you as well." Now there were tears in Jon's eyes again.

I grabbed Jon into my arms and we both stood there, tears of joy running down both of our faces. The person I loved with all my heart also loves me and I was so happy. I knew then and there that this amazing person was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

Pretty soon we stopped crying but we still held onto each other closely. Neither of us saw the door to my bedroom open and my mother walk into the room. "Now that is the cutest thing I have ever seen." she said with a great big grin on her face.

Jon and I released each other and looked in shock and horror at my mother. "Mom, I..." I started.

"Jason dear, you don't have to explain. Your father and I had an idea about you. We both love you very much and there is nothing about you that would make us stop loving you." She said.

I ran to her and gave her a big hug. "Thank you. Mom. I was afraid to tell you. I've known I was gay for a while now and I didn't know how you would react to me."

"Jason, we are your parents, we love you. You can tell us anything at all and we will still love you. Now if I'm right you and Jon here love each other very much." She said to me, still wrapped up in my hug.

"Yes mom. We do." I responded.

At that moment, Jon spoke up. "Mrs. Finn, I don't want you to think that either of us planned this. It just happened. But I do love Jay with all my heart and I would be happy if he would be my boyfriend."

I didn't have to think about that for one second. I released my mother and pulled Jon into another tight hug. "Jon, nothing would make me more happy than to be your boyfriend."

My mother stood there smiling at us and finally spoke up once again. "Well dear, don't you think you should introduced your new boyfriend to your father?" She asked me.

"But mom, dad's already met Jon."

"Yes but then he was just a friend. Don't you think you should introduce him as your boyfriend?" She was right of course and for a second I had a look of fear on my face. "Don't worry, like I said, both your dad and I figured it out. He isn't going to be upset. Trust me."

With that, the three of us headed back downstairs and into the living room where my father was now watching the TV. He looked up at us and smiled. "I see your mom managed to drag you out of your bedroom finally."

I couldn't help but smile. My dad has a smile that is very infectious. Then I got serious. "Dad, there's something I need to tell you. Mom already knows. I'm gay and I would like you to meet my boyfriend, Jon."

My father turned off the TV and looked at me. Of my parents my father was always the hardest to read. "Jason," He started. "I know. I guess I've known for a while now I just never wanted to accept it. Jason, Jon, come stand here please." he said, indicating a spot in front of him as he got up from the chair. Slowly we walked to the spot he wanted us in and looked up at him. Without so much as a word he pulled Jon and myself into a hug. "I'm so happy for you Jason. You have finally found someone. Your mother and have been worried about you but now I think you will be OK."

Jon and I hugged my father back while I repeated "Thank you." over and over again.

My father finally released us and looked at both of us. "Jon, I want you to know how proud I am of how you have been there for my son. I don't think I could have wished for a better boyfriend for my son than you. Jason, you have found someone to share your life with in ways that you mother and I can't understand. But I want you to know that we both love you very much and will do everything we can to support you. You both realize that if the students in your school find out you could be in for a rough time?" My father asked us.

"Mr. Finn, I wasn't out at my last school but I knew a couple guys who were. I know what can happen and I promise we'll be careful. I love him very much."

"Dad, I love Jon very much and I don't want to get hurt. You know I keep to myself most of the time but now that I'm with Jon I plan to be with him as much as possible at school. I promise I won't do anything to give the other kids a reason to suspect that I am gay. But if they do find out, I have Jon, you and mom. I don't want to get hurt, but I can't live my life in hiding."

My mother and father looked at each other and smiled. Our son is growing up was their mutual thought. It was my mother who spoke up. "We know dear. All we ask is that you be careful. The both of you."

"Now, unless I'm mistaken Jon, your mother said that you needed to be home by nine. Its now a little after nine thirty and your mother is probably wondering where you are. While I'm giving her a call to let her know you are on your way why don't you get ready to go." My father said.

Jon and I headed back up to my room. Once there we closed the door and fell into each other's embrace, this time though, as boyfriends. Both of us let each other go slightly so that we could look into each other's eyes.

"Jay, I'm really glad I came here. It is so cool how your parents accepted the fact that you are gay." He said.

"Yeah. Just when you think you have them figured out they throw you for a loop." I said almost in a whisper. I could feel tears forming in my eyes but I fought them back. "Come on Jon. Lets get back downstairs. My dad is probably ready to take you back home now."

With that we both went downstairs. My father was already in the car waiting. Jon put on his shoes then turned to my mother and said goodbye to her. I opened the door for Jon and walked outside with him. Jon and I walked to the front passenger side of my dad's car and we hugged each other and said goodbye. He then got into the car and closed the door. I stepped back and watched as my dad backed the car out of the driveway and then drove off taking Jon back to his home. I wanted to go with them, but it was late and I knew my parents wanted me to get ready for bed so I didn't even ask.

My mother led me back into the house where I went up stairs and fell onto my bed. Everything was so perfect. My parents knew and accepted that I was gay, I had found the love of my life and Jon and I had become more than just best friends, we had become boyfriends. What more could anyone ever want in life?

I hadn't closed the door when I came back into the room after saying goodbye to Jon and my mother walked into my room. She looked at me for a few seconds and smiled at me knowingly. I guess she was remembering what it felt like to fall in love for the first time. "Come on Jason. School tomorrow. Get into the shower and get ready for bed."

I groaned a bit, but reluctantly swung my legs over the side of my bed and pushed myself up. I walked out of my room and down the hall to the hallway closet. Grabbing a towel I headed for the bathroom and closed the door. Stripping off my clothes I started the shower running and once it had reached a comfortable temperature, I got in.

Usually when I have a shower I'm in there for only enough time to get soaped up and rinsed off. But this time I found myself letting the hot spray from the water caress every inch of my body. As I stood there, the water from the shower running off my body, I couldn't help but think about Jon. Predictably, I felt my penis begin to stiffen until it had reached its full length of five inches. Wrapping my fingers around my hard shaft and leaning up against the wall of the shower I began to slowly stroke it. The feeling was so intense, much more so than when I usually do this. My eyes closed. All I could think of while I stroked myself was Jon, and the more I thought about him the more intense the feelings became. The more intense the feelings became the faster I stroked myself. I knew I wasn't going to last long and within a short time I felt that familiar feeling deep within me. With a loud groan I experienced one of the strongest orgasms I had ever had and shot my cum all over the wall of the shower. It seemed to just keep on coming. I was actually surprised that I was able to continue standing as my legs felt as if they would collapse under me at any moment. If I hadn't been leaning up against the wall, I'm sure I would have been on the floor of the shower by now.

When my breathing had slowed down to normal and I seemed to have recovered I quickly finished washing myself, also making sure to get the cum off the wall as well. Turning off the water I got out and dried myself off. I finished in the bathroom by brushing my teeth and pulling on my underwear. Stepping out of the bathroom I headed back to my room, turned off the light, and climbed into bed. If anyone was to look at me right then, I must have looked a funny sight as I knew I had a very big grin on my face. I fell asleep in minutes.

The next morning I was rudely awakened by my alarm clock. While most mornings I groan and complain before lazily shutting the alarm off, this time I was up and out of bed like a cannon. I felt awesome. That was probably the best night sleep I had ever had and I'm sure that I had some really good dreams. I never do remember them, unless of course they are nightmares.

I took care of my normal business in the bathroom, got back to my room and pulled on my socks, some slacks and a t-shirt. I made sure I didn't wear anything old looking or worn. I wanted to look perfect for when Jon and I met up in school. Usually I do everything I can to stay at home longer, but this time I got ready for school as quickly as I could. My father had already left for work an hour before I had gotten up so it was just my mother sitting in the kitchen.

"Hey mom!" I greeted her cheerfully.

"Well this is a surprise! Usually you are like the walking dead in the morning. You must have had a really good sleep last night." My mother replied, snickering slightly.

"Yeah mom. I feel good. I can't wait to see Jon in school today!" I said as I sat down and poured some cereal and milk into the bowl my mother had already put on the table for me.

"Oh, so it's Jon that has got you so wound up this morning is it? Well I'm glad to see you as happy as you are dear."

The rest of breakfast was spent in silence but I still had that grin on my face as I quickly ate my cereal. I wasn't even really hungry and just had one serving only. When I finished I took the bowl and spoon and placed them in the dishwasher then went upstairs and brushed my teeth in the bathroom.

In my room, I started to get the books and things I needed for school ready. I didn't have any homework from the day before because of that incident in the hallway, but I'm sure the teachers would be giving me something to take home to make up for what I missed. Looking at the huge gym bag that I carried everything in, I made a decision and headed downstairs back to the kitchen where my mom was still sitting in her chair.

"Mom, would I be able to get a backpack for school?" I asked her.

"But you already have that bag of yours upstairs. I thought you liked using it?" She asked me.

"Not really mom. I only use it because I can get to my classes quickly so that I don't have to run into some of the bullies as much." I explained to her. I don't think I had ever told her why I used that big bag before. "I'm going to start to use my locker and only carry what I need for each class in the backpack."

"Honey, why didn't you say something before? I knew you were having problems with Paul and his little gang, but you should have said something to us. There are things we could have done to help you at school." She said.

"I know mom, I just didn't feel comfortable telling you about it. I mean, we really don't talk about these kinds of things." I stated, bowing my head forward a bit trying not to show her the embarrassment that could plainly be seen on my face.

She looked at me and smiled knowingly. "I know dear, and I'm sorry about that. You are right, we should have talked to you about how you are feeling. I want you to know that if you need anything, or just want to talk, we're both here for you. Especially now."

I wrapped my arms around her neck as I bent over and gave her a hug. "Thank you mom." I said. "I should have known I could talk to you both, but I was scared of you finding out."

"Well don't be. We both love you and want only what's best for you. Just because you are gay doesn't mean we love you any less and we will do whatever we can to help you. Now, a backpack sounds like a good idea. I really couldn't understand how you could carry that heavy thing around all day long. After you get back from school, we'll head over to the mall and see what you like, OK?" She said to me after I had released her from my arms.

I looked at the clock and I saw that I had only five more minutes before I had to leave for school. Running up the stairs I replaced the bandage that was on my nose and gathered my bag and brought it down to the front door. Pulling on my shoes, I saw my mom come up to me.

"You have a good day at school Jason. Take it easy there and I'll see you when you get back." She said to me, pulling me in to another hug.

"I will mom. Bye!" I said as I grabbed my bag, and left the house for school. It only takes me about fifteen minutes to get there giving me plenty of time to get settled into my first classroom before the day started. This time I went to my locker, which I had never used since school started, and put my bag on the ground. I started taking out all the books, papers, and other things out of the bag and put it all into my locker. I didn't have much really, its just that all those textbooks really do start to get real heavy after a while.

I was just putting the last book into the locker when I heard someone behind me. "Well if it isn't Jason Finn." Paul said with a snarl. "I got in trouble with the principal because you ratted me out you little shit!" he said, pushing me up against the locker.

"Paul, leave me alone. You had your fun yesterday. You broke my nose with that stunt you pulled. Why can't you just go away." I couldn't believe it, I never stood up to Paul like that before. Apparently, neither could Paul by the look on his face. At first it was surprise, but quickly turned to rage as he pressed his face close to mine.

"You talking back to me dickwad? You think breaking your nose was the worst that I could do to you. Well just you wait. You're just a little sissy-coward and I'm going to make sure you pay for getting me in trouble yesterday."

Now don't ask me what happened because it all occurred too quickly. One minute Paul was in my face and the next he was flat on his back groaning in obvious pain from the swelling that was starting to form under his left eye.

"Maybe you didn't learn anything yesterday punk!" A voice said to my right. I looked over, and there was Jon, standing tall and mad as hell. "I told you to leave Jay alone and I meant it!"

Paul slowly started to get up just as we all heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming towards us. "What's going on here?" boomed a voice that could have brought down the school. We looked towards the voice and saw a large burly man come walking towards us. It was my gym teacher, Mr. Rayne. Mr. Rayne was one tough looking man. When he was in high school he was the quarterback for his school's football team, he was also on the wrestling team, and he regularly worked out in the school's weight room.

Jon was still pissed at Paul and didn't try to hide it from Mr. Rayne. "Sir, Paul here didn't listen to me yesterday when I told him to leave Jason alone after he had tripped Jason here and broke his nose. When I got into school today I found Paul here pushing Jason up against the locker and yelling into his face. I hit him. I'm sorry sir. I just couldn't let Paul do that. It's not right."

Mr. Rayne looked at the thee of us. "Well, I think you and Paul both need to go and see the principal. Jason, I believe you have a class to go to and I suggest you get there before you are late." He said. With that he put a hand on Paul and Jon's shoulder and steered the two of them towards the office.

I was still shaken up when I got to my first class. Most of the students still hadn't arrived yet so I sat there alone in the classroom. I didn't really notice, but my first period teacher entered the room and walked towards her desk. As it was Wednesday, my first period was Computer Applications. It was actually one of my favorite classes. I was particularly interested in the desktop publishing projects that we were assigned. Being one of my stronger subjects, I was enjoying a high grade, but right now, I wasn't in the mood. My mind kept wandering to what happened earlier today in the hallway. I was worried about Jon. I didn't want him to get into trouble.

"Good morning Jason. Nice to see you here early as usual." Ms. Cox said to me with a smile. Her smile was infectious, just like my dad's, and I couldn't help but smile back, even though I wasn't in the mood.

"I'm sorry Ms. Cox. I haven't had a good start today. My best friend is in trouble for sticking up for me. He and Paul are in the office right now after Mr. Rayne saw Jon punch him and knock him to the ground." I told her. I could always tell her what was bothering me. She always listened too.

"Well I wouldn't worry about it too much. I'm sure everything will work out fine. Now, I have to get ready for class. Did you get the work done that I assigned on Monday?" She asked me.

"Yes, its right here." I told her as I opened up the binder that I had taken from my locker along with my Social Sciences textbook. From the flap in the cover of the binder I took out my neatly prepared project and handed it to her.

"I'm impressed Jason. I know you like this subject and it shows in the work you do. This is a very well prepared report." She told me, obviously impressed.

"Thanks. I just hope Jon won't get into too much trouble I really like him." I don't know why I said that, and already I could feel myself getting hot as all the blood in my body seemed to rush into my face.

"I see." She said leaning up against my desk. "I am happy that you have finally found someone you care about Jason. And don't worry, I don't mind. My brother is the same as you and Jon and he and his partner are living happily together."

"I'm sorry Ms. Cox. I didn't mean to blurt that out. Please don't tell anyone!" I cried.

She put her hand on my shoulder. "Jason I would never do that to you. Only you can decide when you want to come out and to who you come out to. But I've had a feeling you were gay for quite some time now. Don't worry about it. Now, I'd better get back to work." She said this last bit as a couple of other students started to walk into the room.

The class went on without any more problems but I still couldn't concentrate on my work. All I could think of is Jon. I'm sure Ms. Cox knew this but she didn't say anything to me. The bell sounded announcing the end of the period and I gathered my binder and book and headed back to my locker.

The hallways was full of students as the all made their way out of their classrooms and headed off to their next class. When I got to my locker, I saw something I didn't expect to see. Jon. He was leaning up against my locker looking at me with a great big grin on his face. I rushed to him as fast as I could, which wasn't too fast considering the number of people that were still in the hallway. I was smiling now as I made my way slowly towards him. It was too crowded for what I wanted to do, which was to pull him into a great big hug and kiss him passionately, but I did get to put my hand on his shoulder, look at him and said two words. "Thank you."

Putting my books in the locker and getting out the things I would need for my next class, Jon began to tell me what happened after I went to my first period class.

"Jason, don't worry, I didn't get into that much trouble. Besides, it was worth it. The principal was furious with Paul for starting this whole thing up, especially after having to go to the office yesterday after he tripped you. I got off lightly and only have to serve detention after school today for hitting him. I'm sure he was only as lenient with me as he was because Mr. Rayne backed me up." He told me.

"What?! Mr. Rayne backed you up? Why? I don't have a problem with Mr. Rayne but he doesn't come across as someone who would do something like that. I've always thought that he loved to get kids into trouble."

"No," Jon said. "Mr. Rayne is actually a cool guy. He looks all tough and all that but he really is quite fair. I've only been to a couple of his classes but I can tell he really does care. I think he likes you Jay. If you know what I mean."

"Huh. You could have fooled me. Whenever I talk to him he always seems so distant with me, like I'm not even there." I tell him.

"Nah. Thats they way he is with everyone. He doesn't like bullies though, I can tell you that."

I reminded myself to tell Ms. Cox that she was right about things turning out alright. I also told Jon that I would wait for him after school until his detention was finished.

"You don't have to Jay." He said to me. "I love you and everything but I'm sure you have things to do after school."

"Jon, the only thing that matters to me is you. I'm not doing anything really important. Besides, I want to be able to thank you properly before I go home." I told him quietly. We both had English together for second period and we were just behind another group of our classmates as we headed for class.

In almost no time, or at least thats what it seemed like, second period was over and it was time for lunch. Jon and I headed for the cafeteria together and got in line for our food. Neither of us said anything to each other for fear of being overheard, but both of us were thinking the same thing I'm sure. If I could have, I would have kissed him right there and told him how much I loved him.

Lunch was pretty the much the same as always. I sat there and ate my lunch, only this time I was sitting with Jon. I thought about all the things that Jon and I had said to each other and I began to smile. I guess Jon saw that and was wondering why I was suddenly smiling.

"What?" he asked me.

"Nothing really. I was just thinking about the last couple days. I mean we really didn't get to know each other that well but yet it feels so right to be with you Jon." I answered him, my smile still plastered on my face.

"Hey, I think you are a pretty cool guy Jay. Any guy would be proud to have you for a friend and I thank god that we could be friends."

"A little more than that I think eh?" I whispered to him as I got up to put my tray away. The only answer I got from him was the cutest little smile I have ever seen.

The rest of the day Jon and I were in separate classes. Time crawled along as it usually does when you are anxious to do something. My mom and I were going to go shopping for a new backpack but I had to wait a little longer for Jon to finish his detention before I could do that. I was at the point where I wanted to spend every minute with him and for him to be away from me for even the shortest time caused me to miss him terribly.

The last bell had rung, signifying the end of school for the day and I went to the library to wait for Jon to finish his detention. He had told me he had to stay behind and write lines for the principal and should be done in about fifteen or so minutes. I started to use the computers in the library, doing some research for the English project Jon and I had to work on together. I must have lost track of time because when the I looked at the clock above the door to the library I saw that I had been on the computer for thirty minutes.

"Damn!" I said loudly, to which several people looked at me scornfully for my outburst. I rushed out of the computer room and looked for Jon. After a couple minutes I determined he wasn't in the library. Oh no, did he come looking for me? If he couldn't find me, did he leave? I was panicking by this point, almost to the point of tears. I ran down the hall towards my locker hoping that he might have tried to see if I was there. I reached my locker and breathed a sigh of relief. There was Jon, leaning up against my locker staring at me. He must have seen how upset I was because he started towards me.

"Jay, I'm sorry for not meeting you in the Library like I said I would. I really am. The principal kept me later and I didn't see you in the library. I'm sorry baby! I didn't want to go home without trying to find you first and I thought you might have come back to your locker." he said.

Without saying a word to him I ran right up to him and pulled him into a hug. "Shhhh. Jon. I'm sorry too." I started as I let him go and looked deep into his wonderful eyes. "I was in the computer lab doing stuff for our English project and I lost track of time. I'm sorry Jon!" A single tear ran down my cheek.

"Hey, baby. It's alright. I missed you a lot. All I could think about was you. Even during detention. I'm surprised I was able to concentrate enough to finish the lines I had to write..." He began until I brought my face closer to his, pressed my lips against his and for the first time kissed him with a passion that threatened to overwhelm us both.