The rest of the day went pretty slow. I slept a little more, had a shower, watched a little TV, played Guitar Hero (I love that game way more than I should…), had something to eat, and watched more TV. It was great, really. Very chill. I didn't even see Beau until around six, and that was only because he wouldn't leave me alone unless I let him in the house. No, I'm totally kidding. I actually really wanted to see him. I spent god knows how long just with him (and completely kicked his ass in Guitar Hero too many times to count, might I add), and it was just… it was nice. Having someone there, someone to spend time with.

What was really playing on my mind, though, was Trey. Despite all the reassurances I'd given him about the others, I couldn't honestly say, with absolute certainty that nothing would change. I was positive that nothing would change between him and the girls. Steph would probably berate him, half heartedly of course, for not coming clean sooner, but that would be the end of it. I couldn't be sure about the boys though. I understood where Trey was coming from with them, really I did. It was a big thing to come out to your guy friends about – at the back of your mind, he was always going to be wondering if they thought any differently about him, if they acted a certain way because they didn't know what else to do. There was really no certain way of telling these things before you came out.

So, I decided on what I could do for him. I could be there for him. I could support him. If, and when, he decided to tell the others, I could help him if he needed me.

And I could also call Jenna, who I knew for a fact would have Jason's number.

"Anna! Pay attention! I'm kicking your ass, and it's no fun if you're not trying!" Beau yelled at me, laughing.

I snapped out of my schemes to get Trey and Jason together, and smiled sweetly at him. "But darling, the only way you're going to win is if I'm not paying attention. I wouldn't complain if I were you."

He rolled his eyes, and I laughed, returning my focus to the game.

Needless to say, I won.

"Hey," he said. "Come here."

"Uh uh. No way. You're going to destroy my guitar hand so I can't play anymore, and you'll finally win. I'm onto you, buddy."

He laughed and held out his arms. "I want to give you your prize."

I grinned and walked over to him. He wrapped his arms around me, and, tilting my face up tp meet his, kissed me gently.

"Congratulations," he said softly, resting his forehead on mine.

I grinned. "I should win more often. Oh, no, wait, that's right. I do win, much more often, so I think that I deserve a liiiittle more congratulating…" Reaching up, I pulled his mouth back down to mine, and kissed him hungrily.

"Hey guys-oh." Matt came into the living room, startling us apart. "Sorry. Did I interrupt?"

Beau fake glared. "Just a little. Jeez Matt, let me kiss your sister in peace," he said, throwing a cushion at him.

Boys being boys, Matt threw a cushion back in retaliation. The ensuing pillow fight lasted at least five minutes. I really wish that I was joking.

"Boys!" I yelled, finally having had enough. "Can we stop this pillow fight now, please?"

Beau turned to me, cushion in hand, looking offended. "We are men, Anneliese, we do not have pillow fights," he scoffed.

"Yeah," Matt added. "It's so much more masculine than a pillow fight. It's a… a…" he looked to Beau for help.

"Cushion war," Beau supplied, looking pleased with himself.

Matt grinned. "Exactly."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Was there a reason you're here, brother dearest?"

Matt looked thoughtful for a second. "Oh yeah. Do you have my Taking Back Sunday shirt? I can't find it anywhere."

Damn. I was hoping he'd forgotten I'd taken that shirt. "Noo… I have no idea what shirt you're talking about. I didn't even know you had a Taking Back Sunday shirt. Really."

"Sure you do, Anna. You were wearing it last week, remember?" my unhelpful boyfriend contributed.

I threw one of the few cushions that hadn't been used in their stupid war at his head. "Whose side are you on, anyway?"

He held his hands up in surrender. "I'm on the side of justice, babe."

I rolled my eyes. "Stupid boys," I muttered under my breath. "I'll go get your shirt," I told Matt reluctantly.

"I knew you had it!" he exclaimed, grinning at me.

"Hey," I said, stopping in the doorway. "What's going on with Justin and Katy?"

"They left a while ago," Matt informed me. "Ages ago, actually. Just before you got back with Trey."

"Oh. Okay." I headed up the stairs to my room, beginning the search for Matt's shirt. A search which, might I add, was going to be incredibly difficult, due to the state last night's shenanigans had put it in.

After about half an hour, I finally found it.

"Anna, come on! What, are you making the shirt?"

"Shut up, Matthew, or you're not getting it back!" I yelled back. "You don't even need it now!"

"How do you know?"

"Because I can hear the two of you having a Tekken tournament!" They weren't exactly the quietest boys in the world. I could hear them down there, yelling at animated characters like they could hear them – "Punch, you moron!", "You fight like a girl!", "Come ON! You totally cheated!"

Aaaaah. It must say a lot for me, that these are two of the three boys I love most in the universe. But seriously, all jokes aside, I was so lucky to have them both.

I walked downstairs, and found my suspicions confirmed – my boyfriend and my brother, sitting on the edge of the couch, frantically pounding buttons and yelling things at both the TV and each other.

"Here." I tossed the shirt at Matt, covering his face at what I guess was a crucial moment.

"Anna!" I laughed, and leaned over to kiss Beau just as he won.

"Cheater," Matt sulked.

Beau pulled me down onto his lap. "Best. Girl. Ever," he told me.

I laughed. "Ouch. Tough break, Matt. You nearly had him, too," I said cheekily.

"Shut up," he laughed, throwing the shirt at me. "You two totally cheated."

I picked up the shirt and slipped it over my head. "Mine now," I grinned. "Thanks."

"Hey! Give that back!" he said, grabbing for me.

"No chance, brother dear. You threw it at me, which makes it mine."

"Hey, don't worry Matt. You'll get it back… eventually," Beau told him. "I have to say though, I am quite looking forward to taking it off her myself." He winked suggestively at me.

I laughed and hopped up off his lap, wanting a drink. "You wish buddy."

Matt grimaced. "Okay. I'm all for the loved up couple thing, but please, Beau. She's my sister."

Beau shrugged. "Hey, I can't help it if she's hot. Blame genetics, man."

"By that reasoning," I piped up, simply to see what happened. "You must think that Matt's pretty hot too, huh?"

Matt laughed and batted his eyelashes in a way that I suppose he thought looked flirty. "Aw, Beau, I never knew how you felt about me!" he said, jumping into Beau's lap and throwing his arms around him. "Take me now, lover boy!"

Beau suppressed a laugh and played along, much to my amusement. I knew how this would end. They'd keep going until one of them caved.

"Well, Matt," he said, in a deep, husky voice (that I actually found really, really sexy, but irrelevant). "I suppose it's time that I told you. I… I can't hide it any longer. I love you. I need you. I want you, forever!"

I laughed and rolled my eyes. This could, and probably would, go on forever. I headed into the kitchen, looking for some form of sustenance to get me through this.

I grabbed a Coke out of the fridge, and was heading back into the lounge, when the doorbell rang. I put my drink down on the counter, and went to answer it.

Opening the door, I found someone on my doorstep that I was not expecting.