"Hey man, it's okay. Everything'll be fine. You'll see that it all happens exactly the way it should." This was something that Isaiah had made himself believe when serious stuff happened, it had to of been meant to happen that way because he was still alive and stronger because of what had happened. He could feel Caleb's body jolting as he cried and the warm wet feeling from his tears had sunk through his shirt. Isaiah continued to rub his back as he cried.

Jonathan sat up on the corner of the bed naked, Casey lay in the bed next to him and smiled at him resting her head on the pillow.

"Will you go get me a glass of water?" she asked.

"Yeah, I need one too. I'll be right back." Jonathan stood up to leave, walking over to the door.

"Don't forget to put your boxers on idiot," Casey laughed.

"Oh, shit yeah." Jonathan scurried and grabbed his boxers off the floor. "Thanks," he said as he put them on. Jonathan stood up again and quickly walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. The house was dark and completely quiet, Jonathan walked down the hall slowly trying to be quiet and onto the steps. He walked down trying to avoid making any noise as he went downstairs and realized that the door was open. Confused as to why Caleb would leave the door open and go to bed he walked over and shut the door making sure to lock it as well. He walked into the kitchen and moved the chair holding the door open wondering to himself if Caleb was trying to freeze out the last of the people at the party. He grabbed two glasses off the counter and filled them from the kitchen tap. As he turned to go back upstairs, he saw Caleb and Isaiah outside on the deck locked in what looked to be a pretty passionate embrace. "Oh shit. Can't be what it looks like." At this point, Jonathan was far too tired to even try to care so he shrugged it off and headed back to the guest room.

Isaiah was enthralled in their embrace and didn't notice Jonathan until he had turned to leave, he nervously pulled out of the embrace, and Caleb stood staring at him and wiped his eyes on his shirt.

"Sorry, I get like this once in a while when I drink. It's getting late, though. We should hit the sack and try to sleep away some of this drunk." Isaiah nodded agreeing that it was late, he rarely stayed up past midnight even on weekends, there wasn't much for him to do when he was at home, even with Casey the two of them didn't stay up all that late. Caleb headed back into the house and Isaiah followed him closely behind. They walked through the kitchen door that Jonathan had moved the chair from and into the living room. Isaiah walked around and sat down on the couch assuming that it would be his bed for the night. Caleb stopped and looked at him from the foot of the stairs. "What are you doing?" he asked. Isaiah looked back at him confused.

"Oh, I thought that…"

"… I'm not gonna make you sleep on the couch, man. Come on." Caleb started up the stairs. Isaiah still sat on the couch confused and not sure how to take what was happening. Caleb stopped in the middle of the stairs and looked back at him.

"Come on." Caleb almost had a bit of frustration coming through in his voice, not wanting to change the mood of the current events of the evening, Isaiah shook his head and let out a breath then followed Caleb up the steps to the hallway.

"Okay. Where am I going to sleep?" he asked.

"You can have my bed. I'll sleep on the floor." The two of them walked down the hallway and into Caleb's bedroom. The room is dark, but Isaiah can hear something moving in the bed. Caleb flipped the light switch and as the lights came on, they could see a couple having sex in Caleb's bed.

"Oh shit," said the guy.

"Man, are you fucking kidding me?!" Caleb thought that he was pretty clear about the rules of his party he didn't have many, and he didn't care what went on but whatever happened didn't happen in his bedroom. "Get the fuck out of my bed, you goddamn dirtbags." The guy jumped out of the bed completely naked and struggled to put his clothes on.

"Man, I'm sorry Caleb. I didn't know this was your bedroom." The person quickly pulled up his pants and pulled his shirt over his head. The girl had jumped out and quickly gotten dressed.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." The girl grabbed her undergarments off the floor after pulling her shirt on and skirt up.

"Don't feed me that bullshit. Just get out!" Caleb slammed his fist against the wall and the couple hurried out. Isaiah could hear the two of them scurrying down the steps and out the door. Caleb looked at him with a bit of disbelief. "Can you believe that?"

"No man, that's pretty crazy."

"Man, I'm so mad," Caleb looked away thinking that the situation was still pretty funny, "Can't friggen believe it." Caleb looked back at Isaiah with a smile on his face ready to laugh. "It is pretty damn funny, though. I was going to say you may want to change the sheets but now we have to." Caleb quickly ripped the sheets from the bed and threw them in the corner. He went into his closet and took out some clean sheets and a blanket. "We can just throw these on real quick." Caleb quickly and sloppily redressed the bed with the new sheets.

"Caleb, I don't feel right taking your bed," said Isaiah being completely honest. "You worked harder out there than I did today."

"Well, I'm not going to let you sleep on the floor or the couch." Caleb tucked in the last corner of the bed sheets. "You're a guest in my house; it's pretty important to me." Caleb finished making the bed and grabbed a thick comforter from the closet and the other pillow off the bed. Isaiah watched as he sat down on the floor beside the end table. "Hit the big light will ya?"

"Okay." Isaiah flipped the light switch turning off the overhead light just as Caleb turned on the table lamp. Isaiah stepped over Caleb and walked around to the opposite side of the bed and sat down. "Alright then, I guess there's no point in arguing. Well good night, Caleb." Isaiah took off his sneakers and put them on the floor next to the bed, he pulled down the covers and laid down fully clothed.

"Night." Caleb shut the table lamp off and Isaiah watched the alarm clock on the end table. He lay there in the big bed by himself reflecting on what had happened throughout the evening, truly glad that he had come to the party. The silence and darkness were making him tired, but he could hear Caleb's breathing as well as every move he made. The bed was so soft he felt like he was resting on a cloud. He looked up at the clock again and two minutes had passed. Caleb lay on the floor tossing and turning, he really didn't want to sleep on the floor now that he was actually down there. The last time he slept on the floor was when he was only eight years old after having a nightmare, he had gone into his uncle Caesar's room. He was shy at that age, so he wouldn't sleep in bed but just being in the room with Caesar made him feel secure. Caleb let out a sigh and sat up on the floor, he looked over at the clock and only five minutes had passed. He slowly stood up and lay down on the bed, trying not to disturb Isaiah. "The floor's not as comfortable as I remember."

"Do you want me to go downstairs?" Isaiah sat up on one arm and looked back at him. Isaiah still wasn't sure about how the evening had been going, everything just seemed too good to be true, he wasn't sure if he fully trusted the situation as much as he wanted to.

"No, unless you don't want to sleep in the same bed with me. I mean, come on! We shower in the same shower after games," Caleb laughed quietly.

"Yeah, no problem. I'll talk to you in the morning." Isaiah laid his head back down on the pillow and closed his eyes to try and sleep. Isaiah was so nervous he was pretty sure he wasn't going to be able to sleep for most of the night, he could feel Caleb's breath on the back of his neck and couldn't help but think how much further this dream was about to go.

As Isaiah laid back down Caleb lay there on his back looking at him, he wasn't sure what he was doing and could only imagine the rumours that were going to start to float around or what Jonathan must have thought about the situation. Since the doors were all shut when they went to bed, he had assumed that Jonathan had been up and around at some point when he and Isaiah were talking out on the deck. Caleb didn't care either way he felt that if people genuinely liked him like they all said they did he wouldn't have any problem with anyone. Caleb could smell Isaiah's cologne from where he was laying, the scent was unfamiliar, it certainly wasn't the cheap kind of cologne most guys their age wore, it was almost intoxicating. Caleb rested his hands on his stomach he decided to stay fully clothed since he noticed that Isaiah had done the same and it was uncomfortable for him, he never slept in anything, but his underwear be it boxers or briefs. Caleb shifted to his side and rested his hands under the pillow resisting the urge to put his arms around Isaiah. He still was unsure of how Isaiah would react to him, but he was still comforted just by his being there.

Isaiah lay still in the bed not able to get to sleep as he predicted he stared at the clock as the minutes slowly ticked by. Only three minutes had passed since Caleb got into the bed when Isaiah felt him shift toward him. Isaiah lay there wishing for Caleb to reach out and put his arm around him and mean it. There was still the possibility of all of this being brought on by the alcohol.