hey all...this is my first story on here, which is kinda silly considering I've been reading fictionpress for over a year now XD Hope you enjoy!

We'd known each other for ever.

After school, we'd do our homework on the futon bed in the spare room at my house. He was always finished long before me, and would roll on his back, letting the warm afternoon light hit him. I would rest my head on his stomach, and I swear, he would almost purr.

We were best friends, and we did everything to together. One time I attempted to cut his hair. He protested profusely, but I think he secretly liked the feeling of my hands touching his hair. I know I did.

One Christmas morning, he awoke me by jumping on my bed. He'd snuck in our back door while everyone was asleep. I grumbled good naturedly but let him cuddle up beside me while I opened my stocking, laughing at all the cheesy toys that I still got. He also ate all the candy.

Next fall, he departed for school. We stood in his driveway, and held each other for a long moment. I worried that he'd be different the next time I saw him. I worried that I'd be different.

A few months later, I took the bus down to his school. He'd rented a small apartment with another guy who didn't seem to be there much anyways. He seemed taller somehow, and older…but I was relieved to find nothing had changed. When he met me at the bus terminal, he picked me up and swung me around, laughing. It was the best thing I'd heard for weeks.

I was supposed to sleep on the couch in the apartment, but with the late night returns of the roommate and company, nobody complained when I snuck into his bed. By morning I would be curled against him. Nobody minded.

Then friends began taking me aside, they seemed to think we'd crossed the line. What line? The line between friends and lovers? The funny thing was, when I thought about it, there had never been such line to begin with. Not with us.