Holy shit.

What the hell was that.

Marcus held his head in his hands, painfully aware how his cheeks were burning up hotter with every passing thought his fried brain managed to string together. He just had his first kiss. It tasted like vomit. So gross. So great. It was with another guy. Wait that had never bothered him ever. Yeah, that was what he was into. Oh my god. 

The boy glanced through his fingers. The same doorway as always, fortunately empty. Dad must've heard him come back. He wasn't really prepared for the prying his current state would cause. Dad would make such a fuss. It'd be so embarassing. He wouldn't be able to act like nothing happened the next time Nem would come over, that Marcus knew was a fact.

Ahhhh...

How would he bring this up on monday? They'd have to talk about it, right? Isn't that what people do? And Nem liked him, probably? He had been the one to initiate it after all. What if he wanted to do more? That'd be amazing. Maybe. Oh god. No. Stop thinking about it. He was starting to feel light-headed. He wished monday never came. No, he wished it would come right now. If he went to sleep now, monday would come faster. Maybe he should just sleep through the entire weekend.