Alex woke up, feeling the cold floor on his ass. Where was he? Oh, yeah, he was at James'. He called him at night asking him to come because he had to tell him something really important, so Alex dressed up and went to his flat. He rang the bell but no one answered, so he entered with his key (yes, he had a key of his friend's flat. James always forgot his at home). He sat on the hall floor and waited, but at some point he had fallen asleep.

And there he was, waiting for his friend at midnight. What was so important that Jamie wanted to tell him and couldn't wait until tomorrow? And why the hell was he taking so long to come?

Just when Alex was standing up to leave, the door opened.

- James, what the fuck? You tell me to come to your house and then you go? What is wrong with you?

James looked at him like he didn't remeber calling him, and then remembered. Then, Alex noticed the strange glow in his eyes. He was drunk.

Alex started to get angry.

- Why did you call me if you were going to get drunk and leave me here all worried? Are you dumb or what?

- I got drunk because I wouldn't been able to do this if I were sober.

James approached Alex, who started to feel nervous, but he didn't know why.

- What are you...- Before he could finished the sentence, James closed his mouth with his lips.

Alex was on shock. Jamie was kissing him. His lips tasted like gin, and he realised how much he had drunk. Suddenly, James opened his mouth and his tongue touched his lips...

- OK, that's enough! - Alex pushed James and looked him, confused -. Why are you doing this?

James answered with a serious face:

- Because I love you - a strange sound appeared. Alex didn't know where it was coming from -. And now, wake up. You're gonna be late.

- What?

The noise increased, and Alex woke up (again) . He was in his bed. The alarm clock was ringing. It had been a dream. He had dreamt his best friend was kissing him.

- What the fuck?