Isaiah had been sleeping for about two hours when he was jolted awake by an elbow in the back. Caleb must have been having some kind of dream as he was talking in his sleep, Isaiah couldn't especially hear much of what he was saying as some of it was coming out as gibberish and other words were too badly slurred to make out. Isaiah stayed still in the position he had first laid down in on his side, he could feel Caleb shifting violently and almost wondered if he should wake him up. Isaiah looked at the clock that was showing in big red letters that it was now four 'o'clock in the morning, it frustrated him because he had just managed to drift off to sleep and now, he was right back to square one. Isaiah closed his eyes and tried to get back to sleep.

"… weren't you there, Mom!" said Caleb. Isaiah listened to Caleb as he spoke, he knew that Caleb didn't have a great relationship with his parents, and he sounded mad. Caleb spoke a few more words that Isaiah could only make out as several irritated mumbles. "Sheena why, this to me." The expression in Caleb's voice went from angry to distressed. Isaiah hadn't realized before this how much pain Sheena had caused Caleb over the years, and it was hard not to want to reach out to comfort him. Caleb started to shift again this time not as violently, and Isaiah could feel him rolling toward him. Caleb put his arm around Isaiah under the blanket startled Isaiah opened his eyes. "Love you," said Caleb. As the words left Caleb's lips, he could feel what had to have been his heart melting. Isaiah had only imagined what it must have been like to hear Caleb utter these very words and now as he said it, he was sleeping, it was hard for Isaiah to hear it. His eyes welled up with tears at the thought of Caleb saying it and meaning it, but he didn't want to let this go on any longer. He turned his head to look at Caleb over his shoulder; he couldn't see much through the darkness.

"Caleb?" Caleb murmured contentedly at the sound of his voice he was a heavy sleeper. "Caleb are you awake?" he asked. Caleb didn't respond vocally but slid in as close as he could get to him and took Isaiah's hand in his. Isaiah was getting nervous, he could feel his heart racing, and the warmth of Caleb's body excited him. "Caleb, wake up, bud." Isaiah fumbled nervously over his own words. Isaiah nudged Caleb slightly in an attempt to wake him. Shifting his arm Caleb moved Isaiah's hand under the blanket and put it on himself.

"Why didn't you say something then?" asked Caleb seductively, still clearly asleep. Isaiah pulled his hand away quickly suddenly having a rush of fear come over him. What if this was just some kind of elaborate trick to out him, what if Caleb suddenly awoke and thought that Isaiah was trying to take advantage of the fact that he was drunk? This scenario had the potential to get extremely ugly, extremely fast and Isaiah was trying his best to avoid it. He didn't want their friendship to end just as it began.

"Caleb, wake up," Isaiah spoke louder and clearer than before, but Caleb still did not wake up. Caleb brought his arm up around Isaiah's chest and started to kiss the back of his neck. The sensation of Caleb's breath on the back of his neck caused the hair on his neck to stand up and the touch of his lips sent chills down his spine. This was something that Isaiah never imagined would ever happen between them, it was all so perfect. Caleb had held Isaiah's heart for so long and didn't even realize it, Isaiah felt any care he had for what might happen slip away and turned around to face Caleb. He realized looking at Caleb that he was indeed asleep. Isaiah slowly raised his hand and touched Caleb's face; his skin was soft to the touch it was obvious that he had shaved before the party. He rested his hand on Caleb's cheekbone and stroked his cheek with his thumb. "This is so wrong, but…" Caleb kissed him, and a tear ran down Isaiah's cheek. Caleb's full lips were like warm silk as they touched Isaiah's lips. Even though Isaiah was sure Caleb thought he was kissing someone else, this was his first real kiss, his dream had come true.

"Don't be scared," Caleb whispered pulling back slightly. Caleb raised his hand and placed a semi-sweaty palm on Isaiah's face, Caleb pulled Isaiah in closer to him, their lips barely touching Caleb delicately licked Isaiah's top lip before pulling him into another full kiss.

"I can't Caleb," Isaiah pulled back from the kiss. He couldn't help it. This was a dream come true for him, but he knew it wasn't what Caleb wanted and he could feel the guilt starting to well up inside of him like an overflowing bucket of water. Caleb again pulled him into a kiss one last time. Isaiah didn't want to pull away from it, taking every fibre of his being to do what he was about to do, and he hated it, but he knew he had to do it, he wouldn't be able to live with himself if he jeopardized this relationship anymore. "I can't!" Isaiah sat up quickly and pushed Caleb away from him, Caleb rolled over but still didn't wake up. Isaiah flicked on the table lamp and looked at Caleb, he lay there, his pants undone, and he was half covered under the blanket. He looked so peaceful, but Isaiah didn't feel comfortable sleeping next to him anymore and had to wake him up. "Caleb, Caleb, wake up!" This time Isaiah pushed sternly on his shoulder, Caleb turned around and propped himself up on his elbows and looked at Isaiah with tired but fully opened eyes.

"Isaiah what's wrong?" he asked.

"Are you awake now?" Isaiah knew he was awake but asked for his peace of mind. Caleb was confused by the question to him, the answer was obviously clear.

"What do you mean?" he asked confused.

"Well, you were talking in your sleep, and you woke me up." Isaiah decided to keep most of the details to himself. "Kinda scared me."

"Yeah man, I'm sorry." Caleb had a truly apologetic tone in his voice as he sat up and rubbed the back of his head. "I shoulda told you, I guess. What was I talking about?" Isaiah didn't really want to go into too much detail, but he thought maybe he should let him know some of what had happened just to make sure Caleb knew he felt guilty about what happened.

"You started talking to your mom, then Sheena…" Isaiah trailed off still debating what he should tell him.

"Anything else? Why is your face so flushed? You okay?" Isaiah hadn't even thought about what the experience must have done to him, but he was scared so his skin probably reflected it. "There's water in the fridge downstairs if you need it. Help yourself."

"Yeah, maybe I should." Isaiah sat on the edge of the bed and looked back at Caleb. "You just, well…"

"Well… what?" Caleb sounded a bit impatient.

"Caleb, you kissed me." Isaiah blurted out, as the words left his mouth, he was already regretting saying it. Caleb's expression was surprised just as his words were. Isaiah looked away from him not wanting to see his expression anymore, half expecting him to attack him or become defensive.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Nothing. Nevermind. I guess I'm gonna go get that water now." Without looking back Isaiah stood up quickly and left the room nervously as he exited the room. As Isaiah walked out Caleb had a look of panic and confusion on his face as he pondered what had happened. He got outside of Caleb's room and leaned on the wall trying to control his emotions, he felt like he was about to have an anxiety attack. "Dammit," he muttered.

"You wanna get me a drink too? Got the pasties going on in here," Caleb called out.

"Sure." Caleb could hear Isaiah walking down the hall and eventually down the stairs. He laid back on the bed and let out a sigh in frustration, at some point when he was dreaming, his body had acted on what his mind wanted, and he ended up kissing Isaiah. It was what he had feared, he had done what he had been thinking about and the worst possible outcome had happened, Isaiah was undoubtedly freaked out about the whole situation. Caleb wished he could take back everything, Isaiah had enough troubles with people at their school and Caleb felt horrible for adding to them. He had to explain himself to him and hoped that Isaiah would forgive him, the last thing he wanted him to think was that he was playing with him. Caleb stood up and walked to the door but then heard more footsteps thinking it was probably Jonathan. He decided to wait for Isaiah to come back up. He flicked the light off to try and avoid drawing Jonathan's attention to the room.

A few minutes earlier Jonathan had just woken up from a deep sleep, already feeling the effects of the hangover he was going to have tomorrow. He was extremely thirsty for a glass of water, his mouth feeling like he had been eating feathers since he went to sleep, because of the alcohol. He sat up slowly dizzy at first, he sat his feet on the ground and looked back at Casey who was fast asleep. They had been sleeping in a spooning position. Cuddling wasn't something Jonathan did very often, he didn't like to get too close to anyone, particularly the girls he slept with. He didn't feel as though he made a qualified boyfriend, and this was why he was single, he didn't have the time or the care to put in any effort into a relationship, being tied down wasn't something he ever thought would be him. Casey for some reason he couldn't figure out what was different. He stood up and put on the boxers that sat on the floor by the bed and adjusted himself, he walked out of the guest room just in time to see Caleb's light shut off.

Isaiah started down the stairs slowly, the large house was dark and quiet, it was a little creepy at night. As he walked down the stairs it seemed like every other step made a bit of a creaking noise, he didn't know why but it made him nervous, he didn't want to wake anyone up even though he knew the only other people in the house were Casey and Jonathan. He made it to the bottom of the staircase and looked around, the moon shone in from all the windows, it was bright enough for him to see most of the room. The silhouettes of the large television and stereo were prominent, and the few tables that were in the living room the moonlight illuminated and twinkled off several of the left behind bottles from the night's events. He started to walk through the living room careful not to bump into anything and made his way into the kitchen. He stepped through and the kitchen was equally illuminated by the moonlight, the counters were littered with bottles that were reflecting the moonlight in different directions leaving patterns on the walls. It would almost have been an interesting sight if Isaiah hadn't been so tense. He walked in farther and over to the cupboard, opening it up he reached in and pulled out a glass. He looked out through the kitchen window at the pool, the water moving gently in the wind with the moonlight bouncing off it was somewhat calming to stare at. Isaiah looked down at the glass in his hand and suddenly remembered what he was there for. Still looking at the glass he turned and took a step toward the fridge he looked up to see where he was going, to see Jonathan standing in the doorway. Startled, Isaiah dropped the glass on the floor shattering it. The noise of the shattered glass seemed to echo through the quiet house. Isaiah let out a quiet breath in fright but quickly regained his composure, trying not to show anything Jonathan could use against him.

"Jonathan! Man don't do that! You scared the crap outta me!" Isaiah bent down and started to pick up the larger visible pieces of the glass. "Watch your feet."

"Why you so jumpy, homo? Guilty conscience?" said Jonathan copping his usual attitude. Isaiah stopped briefly what he was doing and stared for a quick second at the sparkling glass, he wasn't in the mood to deal with Jonathan's usual attitude and was controlling his anger. Isaiah managed to suppress the anger and go back to picking up the pieces of glass.

"Not guilty about anything. You just scared me that's all," Isaiah stood up and dropped the glass from his hand into the nearby garbage being careful all the while not to cut himself. "Do you know where there is some kind of broom?"

"There." Jonathan pointed to a small drawer in the lower cupboard. He watched as Isaiah took out the small hand brush and dustpan and started to sweep the area. "I saw you; you know." A feeling of fear started to come over Isaiah. What if Jonathan had been watching them from the doorway when Isaiah had turned his back? He bent down with a scared look on his face and made every attempt to hide his fear as he looked up at him not wanting to make it obvious that he was hiding something.

"What are you talking about?" Isaiah laughed briefly and nervously as he started to sweep the remainder of the glass.

"You and Caleb out on the step earlier tonight."

"Oh yeah." Isaiah felt a feeling of relief rush over him a hug was a hell of a lot easier to explain than a kiss. "He had a pretty tough night with Sheena, I guess. Seemed pretty upset." Isaiah stood up and emptied the dustpan into the garbage then stopped and looked at Jonathan, just now taking time to realize that he was in his boxers.

"Didn't make it worse, did you?"

"What are you talking about?" Isaiah's patience was running thin with Jonathan and for some reason, the fear was starting to subside as well. Isaiah watched Jonathan walk over and grab a glass from the same cupboard he had just gotten one from. He seemed to be ignoring Isaiah's question. Jonathan walked over and poured himself a glass of water.

"Sounds like you guys had quite the heart-to-heart." Jonathan finally stopped and looked at him and took a sip of his water.

"Yeah, we did," said Isaiah coming off as somewhat proud. Isaiah had decided that he had enough of Jonathan for a few days and grabbed two glasses out of the cupboard and filled them from the pitcher in the fridge. "I'm going back to bed."

"Yeah." Jonathan glared at Isaiah as he walked by him to head upstairs exiting the kitchen. Jonathan took another drink of his water and contemplated for a few moments. It bothered him that Isaiah was sleeping in the same room with Caleb almost to the point that he wanted to go upstairs and talk to Caleb about it.

Caleb sat in the bedroom, he could hear footsteps coming up the stairs quickly, he figured it would be Isaiah which meant it was almost time to talk to him. He leaned over and flicked the light back on and sat on the edge of the bed as he waited for Isaiah to walk through the doors. The longer he waited the more he was sure he was just going to let this drop and hopefully Isaiah wouldn't bring it up either.