MICHAEL "You aren't even listening!" I jolted back to reality as I heard the high-pitched voice of Alison, my girlfriend of two months. She was sitting in front of me and glaring. "Sorry...what were you saying?" I chuckled nervously. I had the bad habit of zoning out mid-conversation. My friends always made fun of me for it and called me Mr. Daydreamer. "I was telling you about the dinner this Saturday. So you can meet my family, remember?" Alison said. "Don't tell me you forgot!" she gasped. "Oh, right. The dinner with parents. Scary stuff," I said and scratched my head as I tried to remember our conversation from last week. I met Alison in my Introduction to Sculpture class in college and we instantly hit it off. I thought she was cute with her wild and crazy curls, big brown eyes, and full lips. I threw a cheesy pickup line at her and she thought I was funny.  At least that's what she said, but let's fa

JACOB The dinner was finally over and I was eager to go on my date. It's been a while since I've been out with a guy because I kept meeting creeps who wants nothing but a quick fuck. Well...it's not that I don't like it. I was just starting to get tired of playing around. It was about time I settled down, as Alison mentioned earlier. Nah, I am just kidding. I was nowhere near ready to settle down. What's the fun in that? But for some reason, I felt a twinge of jealousy when I saw her with that new guy. What was his name? Mike? No, it was Michael. I had watched him closely as I tend to do with all of her boyfriends. She was my only sister, so I was naturally protective over her. But Michael seemed alright. He was tall and lean with a head full of light brown hair. He was nicely built as far as I could tell. I noticed a small scar on his chin. When he looked at me with curiosity, his light blue eyes looked expressive and intelli

JACOB I looked at Michael and wondered what was wrong with him. He had been acting kind of strange, and his face and neck kept turning red. Maybe he was getting sick. Earlier, when I went to the bathroom to check on him, he said he was fine, but I wasn't convinced. So I decided to keep an eye on him. But he seemed to act normal the rest of the evening after we arrived at the bar. I ordered us a round of drinks and split into two teams for the pool. "Michael's on my team since I promised to teach him how to play," I announced and slapped him on the shoulder. "Go ahead and steal my boyfriend, why don't you?" Alison rolled her eyes. "I know how you feel, sister," Francis joked. "Is that okay with you, Mike?" I looked at him and winked. Michael gave me a shy smile. "It's cool." We played a few rounds, and wow...Michael wasn't kidding when he said he was bad at it. He was absolutely terrible.

MICHAEL I haven't seen Jacob since the day I almost died. I needed an excuse to see him again, but I didn't know how to bring it up to Alison. I wanted to thank him properly. But I couldn't tell her directly that I wanted to hang out with him. For some reason, I felt awkward asking. I got another chance to see him after a week or so. I guess you could say the opportunity practically fell on my lap. Alison came over to hang out with me in my dorm, and we started to make out. She slipped her hand inside my shirt and caressed my body while I had my fingers tangled inside her hair. She moaned against my mouth as I skillfully sucked on her lower lip. Alison always praised me for being an amazing kisser, but I swear I didn't practice on apples. It came naturally to me. "Michael... it's about to be three months since we started dating. Don't you think we should go on the...um...the next level?" Alison said in a hoarse whisper after I broke the kiss.

JACOB I only wanted to mess with him. Michael seemed to be the kind of person who was easy to tease. I mean...his reactions were adorable. After spending a few hours with him, my suspicion of him being homophobic disappeared. There was no way he had an ounce of hatred in his heart. When I was roughhousing with him, his reactions were just as expected. He was having fun and taking it lightly, not disgusted by me because I was a man who flirted with him. What I didn't expect was the response I got from between his legs as I pressed against his body. What in the hell happened? "Hey, Michael...did you just..." "I GOT A GO TO THE BATHROOM!" Michael shouted and pushed me off of him, then ran inside the bathroom at speed I didn't think was humanely possible. I was too stunned to react fast, so I just sat on the ground for a hot minute, then slowly got up to check on him. I got to confront the kid. Maybe it was nothing