Kenneth now appeared with a couple of his jocks, walking up the steps of the auditorium where we were sitting and sat right behind us.
He said, “Hey Mark. Thanks for the good time on Saturday.”
And so my head went in flames.
“Saturday? Which Saturday?” Danny asked.
“The last one.”
Danny thought about it and looked at me and said, “Oh, actually, I was going to sit over there with Lucretia.” And he got up and walked over to sit next to a red-headed girl who welcomed his company with a smile.
I turned to Kenneth, “Why did you have to do that?”
“What did I do?”
“That Saturday night…I was suppose to go out with him.”
“Oh, shit.” Kenneth laughed and looking back at Danny, “Really? I’d always thought you guys should hook up.”
“Well, thanks to you.” I sighed angrily, “There won’t be a chance.”
“Don’t blame me, dude. You’re the one who came to my house.”
“You’re the one who threatened to knock my head open.”
“You know I don’t mean that. I was all horny and shit.” Kenneth said, “I don’t fucking mean anything I say when I’m horny.”
“So you didn’t think I was really that great? You just said that cause you were horny?” I grumbled.
“No. You see, I fucked you, then I thought you were good.” He said.
“So am I better than Sean?” I asked.
“Hell yes. There’s no comparison.”
“I heard my name.” Sean came up to us, “What about me?”

***

For the next two weeks, I saw very little of both of the men I was trying to balance in my life. Danny obviously avoided me. And Kenneth was just too busy planning with his girlfriend some other ways to fool her parents.

And for those two weeks, I actually felt a sense of relief. I was free from the persistence of Danny. And I was free from my irrational compulsion towards Kenneth. And I truly felt that life would actually be better without the concept of sex.

But those relaxing two weeks soon came to an end; and a wonderful relationship sprang from a phone call by the end of those two weeks.
My mom answered it and said it was for me.
I took the receiver, “Hello?”
“Is this Mark?”
“Yes.”
“This is Daniel Long’s mother.”
“Oh.”
“Danny’s been in a car wreck.”
“Ohh. Is he alright?”
“A broken collar bone, broken sternum. But nothing life-threatening.”
“That’s good.”
“The reason I’m calling you is because he seems to mention you all the time, so I’m guessing you’re a good friend of his. Well, I found your number in his phone list, so if you want to visit him, he’s at the City Hospital room 618.”
“I will…tonight. Thank you for telling me. I’ll probably see you there.”
When I hung up the phone, I just sat there for a moment, wondering if Danny would be happy to see me or not. Then the phone rang again and I picked it up.
It was clearly Kenneth’s voice, “Dude, come over here…”
“Go fuck yourself.” I yelled at the receiver.
“What the hell? I just wanted to see if you wanted to play some video games?”
I calmed down a little, “I can’t. Danny’s at the hospital.”
“For what?”
“Car accident.”
“That’s too vague. I want more detail.”
“I don’t have any more detail.” I said, very annoyed, “I gotta go.”

I’ve never liked the hospital. I’ve never had a good experience in them. Well, obviously I know people don’t just go to the hospital to have a good time, but it seems that the events at the hospital become more tragic when it involves me. For example, my mom said she had complications with me during childbirth, so she had to get a C-section. The next day when my parents were about to take me home, a bee stung me just outside the entrance of the hospital, and so now I know I’m allergic to bees.

When I was eight, our family had a dog named Charcoal who was stupid as can be. He somehow jumped over the fence and got caught in the sharp wires so he was sent to the vet hospital. He was recovering fine when I was at school, but then when I visited him, the doctors found an infection from his intestines and he died two hours later.
Then just a couple of years ago, my father went to the hospital for an arm injury he had on the job (he was a construction worker), and I drove him there. When he got to the hospital, he collapsed right at the entrance. We soon found out he had a heart attack. Even after all that, I decided to volunteer at the hospital in the summer. When the statistics of the hospital came out, there were a record breaking number of failed surgeries that summer. I was volunteering in the surgery department.

I bought the flowers and a Get Well card, but to say the least, I was a little hesitant to go to the hospital. I did not want to be the reason Danny died all of a sudden.
Soon, however, I was standing in an elevator watching the number six lit up. The elevator door opened, and I got out and searched for room 618. When I found it, I saw that the door was closed so I knocked.
“Come on in,” sounded like the voice of his mother on the phone. I walked in and she said, “Hey, thanks for coming, Mark.”
I nodded.
She said, “He’s still under a lot of medication.”
“I see.”
“Thanks for the flowers and card. I’ll make sure he sees it when he wakes up.”
“I wanna be there when he wakes up.” I said.

After chatting with his mother, I found out the reason for Danny’s accident. Apparently, a police car was chasing after a drunk driver. Obviously, the chase did not end too well. The accident resulted in the death of the drunk and injuries to the police officer and three other innocent people, including Danny.
I saw the bag under Danny’s mother’s eyes, and I knew she was tired after 28 hours of not sleeping. I told it was alright for her to go to sleep. I could watch him overnight. She said I was a sweet boy, but she would stay awake in case he wakes up and needs something.
But thirty minutes later, her eyes were closed and she was leaning back on the big reclining chair. So I just sat silently for those hours that went by so slowly. And then something inside struck my heart. And I felt like the air was being sucked out of me. And I laid my head down on his bed and cried. I had no idea what the heck it was that struck me; all I knew that it was making me cry.
So I cried softly with my face on the mattress and wondering what the hell I’m crying about, and then I felt something, a hand softly stroking the back of my head. And I looked up to see Danny with his eyes barely open.
“What are you doing here, Mark?” he asked.
“What do you think?” I said, wiping the tears.
“I mean…why…”
“Your mom called.”
“No…why did you decide to come?”
“Because I’m your friend.” I said a bit frustrated, “And you don’t seem very grateful.”
“No…” Danny said, “I mean…I need water.”
I turned around to see where I could get water. There was bottled water on one of the table. But then I realized it would hurt for him to gulp. So I found a sponge dipper and soaked it in water and dabbed his lips a little with it. Then I stuck the little sponge in his mouth and told him to squeeze the water out with his tongue.
“Thanks.” He said. “How long has my mom been sleeping?”
“I lost track of time some time ago.”
“Well, I think you could go home now.” He said. “My mom will take care of me.”
“No.” I whispered loudly, “She hasn’t been sleeping for that long, and she was up 28 hours before that. I’m gonna stay here. And you can’t avoid me forever.”
“Okay, so how many times have you guys done it since we last talked.”
“None!” I said. “And I don’t want to talk about him. I want to talk about us.”
“What’s there of us to talk about?”
“I want to go out with you. I never lied about that.” I said.
“Sure, but you’d rather have sex with him.”
“Please, stop talking about him.” I said, “I can’t think of anything else I want to do more right now than to have a perfect date with you. And I’m gonna make sure that nothing stops me from having this perfect date with you. So if it’s alright with you, I’m gonna help your mom take care of you until you feel better…until you feel good enough to take me to a movie and then later to a really expensive restaurant cause by then you’ll owe me a lot for bringing you back to health.”
“But…”
He did not get the chance to finish what he was about to say because I leaned forward on his bed and gave him a sincere and longing kiss.
When our lips parted, I saw tears in his eyes.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“Nothing.” Danny said, “It’s just that, you were leaning on my broken chest.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” I said with a chuckle.
He tried to laugh as well but decided that it hurts too much to laugh.

***

It was two weeks later when we finally did go out on a perfect date. It started with him presenting me a bouquet of roses.
I laughed as I accepted it, “Thank you.”
Danny asked, “Why are you laughing?”
“It’s just that I’m not used to playing the ‘girl’ part. But it’s nice. I’m gonna get used to it real quick,” I said.

He took my hand and walked me to his red sedan and opened the door for me to get in. Then he drove us to the theatre complex. He said he was happy we could finally have a date because it was the last day to see ‘Rainy Weather.’ In the building, he bought two tickets and some refreshments. Then we chose a seat in the very back of the auditorium to watch the movie. There were only four couples in the room, including us. Danny pulled up the arms of the chair out of the way and so I scooted closer to him as he wrapped his arm around my back, and I leaned on his shoulder.
The movie was even better than I expected. It was the perfect romantic-comedy date movie. There was a rather engaging storyline. The actors were all pretty, and the acting was good enough for a romantic-comedy. There were great romantic scenes and one of the hottest sex scene involving two guys and two girls. By the end of that scene, my pants was sure tight as heck, and I wondered if Danny was having discomfort around his pants area as well.

At the end of the movie, we kissed romantically, with my chin resting on his index finger and my left arm running up and down his thigh. The credit roll at the end was over, and then one of the workers walked into the theatre and found us making out. He politely coughed and we giggled as we got up and went out of the theatre.

Dinner, I must say, was even better than the movie. He took me to my favorite French restaurant, or actually, our favorite French restaurant. The food: the steak, frog legs, the French cheesecake…the drink: Oringina…were all good. But the greatest thing was our conversations, which never seemed to run out of material. And as we were eating and chatting, I don’t remember a time when our eyes disconnected, even while we were cutting the meat, even when we were gulping down the Oringina.

After dinner, Danny just drove us around to the city to look at the night lights. And we found more stuff to talk about, and there was never an awkward silent moment. Then it was 10:00, and he drove back to my house. I felt that it was too early to end the date, but I guess it had to end sometime.

Hand in hand, he walked me to the front porch. And I looked at his beautiful eyes, glimmering so happily. I was sure he was looking deep into mine as well. And we leaned forward and our lips meet for the second time that night. His hands were on my back, and my palms were on his cheeks. If he kissed this well, I could only wonder how well he did other stuff.
Then our lips parted after a while…a while that was not long enough for me.
“I had a great time tonight. Thank you so much,” he smiled.
“I had a great time as well. I haven’t had such a fun date since I could remember.”
So we stood there staring at each other, wondering what we should do next. It was the only awkward silence of the night.
“I don’t…you know, do it…not on the first date.” Danny said.
I nodded, “I understand. I….me neither.”
“So good night,” Danny said.
“Good night,” I sighed, making sure that he knew I was disappointed.

So he took a step down the porch and I opened the door. I entered the house, and he was now in the driveway. I still had the door open to watch him walk slowly toward his car, and then he turned around and ran back up the porch and I stepped outside.
“But you know, we’ve known each other for too long. So this is really more like our 20th date.”
“50th.”
“Yeah,” Danny agreed with excitement, “And of course by the 50th date, we should already…you know…”
I nodded.
And our arms were entangled around each other as we stumbled inside and closed the door. We continued to fondle every part of our covered body and kissing and bumping and spinning as I guided him down the hallway and into my bedroom. I kicked the door shut, and we were now taking off each other’s clothing, something that Kenneth and I never did.

Now here we were completely naked in front of each other for the first time, and I could not help but admire his ripped, thoroughly tan, body. And his uncut erect penis was so beautiful and impressively 8 inches long (same as mine) but much thicker than mine or even Kenneth’s.
“You have such a beautiful body,” he whispered as our chest made contact again.
“I was thinking the same for you.”

His lips were now on my neck and moving up behind my ears quickly going back down to my clavicle. And then his lips slid on my chest, and he was massaging it with his hands simultaneously licking my nipples and down to my flat stomach. But before he could go down further, I pulled him up and gave him a kiss, urging him towards the bed where we both collapsed onto.
“Where were you injured during the accident?” I asked him as I got on top.
“Um…the left collar bone.”
So I moved my lips towards his clavicle and planted sweet kisses all over his shoulder region.
“Where else?”
“Sternum.”
So I moved lower between his heaving pectoral and licked the ridge between those two wonderfully sculptured pack of muscle.
“Where else?”
“I scratched my elbow…the left.”
So I grabbed his whole left arm and rubbed each of his muscles from his shoulder down to his fingers, and I felt his bicep twitch. And in the opposite direction, I planted more kisses from his hands upward. Then he flexed, and I kissed his elbow.
“And um, the right side of my torso hurts too…”
I looked at him and smiled and I told him to lie on his side and he turned over. I kissed the part of his waist where there was still a slight discoloration as I caressed his abs and buttocks.
“Where else…”
“I think my penis got hurt too.”
I laughed, “If your penis got hurt, then we shouldn’t really waste our time doing this, should we?”
“No, I guess not.” Danny sounded disappointment.
“But I guess I can try to fix it…orally.”

Danny nodded eagerly. So I pressed his cock against his stomach and kissed his balls, sparsely covered with pubis, and then up the underside of his shaft, the venous side. And I made sure my tongue was firmly pressing up the tubes in his manhood as I carefully drew out precum. Then I pushed his manmeat down and licked the upper-side. I licked my lips before kissing the head of his thick cock, and I sunk my head down. And he sighed deeply, and my mouth was stretched much more than it has ever stretched before. And he was carefully thrusting his hips upward and pretty soon I got the rhythm of his hip-movement, and I sucking him to the beat of his heart. And he was moaning louder and louder and calling out my name and telling me I was incredible.
“Mark…I’m gonna…cum.” And so he spilled a great amount in my mouth, not as much as Kenneth, but still a great amount.
“Oh, no, I broke it further. It sprung a leak.” I said, swallowing most of his cum.
“I think I’ll manage.” Danny laughed throatily.

I moved up to kiss him, letting him taste his juices mixed with my saliva. Our hands were all over each other now; I couldn’t get enough of his warm skin on his back and sides. He was soon on top and kissing and caressing and driving the temperature of our bodies to feverish degrees.
Then our lips parted and he was now trying to pleasure me.
“Hey, when I was a child.” I said, “I used to get hurt a lot on the playground. And there was this playground fairy who said that every injury I got won’t go away unless it’s kissed by another man.”
Danny laughed, “And where were you injured? Your brain?”
I snorted, “Possibly…”
“I’ll try to heal it to make sure.” Danny lowered his head and planted a kiss on my forehead. “Where else?”
“My nose.”
He smiled as he kissed me on the nose dryly and sweetly.
“My ribs.”
He moved down to my somewhat defined abs and worked his fingers and lips at both sides of my torso.
“My navel.”
Danny moved down towards my waist and he blew into my navel and kissed it. And he licked deep inside it, and I was in ecstasy of how his tongue was kneading a relatively underused hole, the hole that always drove my passion on, the hole where before then, only Michelle knew was one of my greatest pleasure points on my body. And the way he was working it, as if trying to take out some well-lodged lent, was driving me to the edge of explosion. Then I went over the edge and I moaned so loudly, spilling myself onto the chin and cheeks of my surprised lover.
“Navel is just one of those places where I go crazy over.”
“I understand. Mine is under the chin.” Danny said, “So where else were you hurt?”
I flipped over to lay on my front side, “My back…the left deltoid”
And I could feel Danny’s lips and hot breathe and some traces of his saliva on my back as his hands were rubbing every other part of my back.
“Also down the spine.”
“Ooh, spinal injury. I’m surprised you’re not paralyzed.”

And so Danny started from the back of my neck downwards, leaving little spots of cooling saliva that literary send chills down my spine.
I said, “This is embarrassing but I think I shoved something up my bum when I was a child and I can’t get it out. Can you help me?”
Knowing exactly what to do, Danny massaged my butt cheeks and pulled them apart and I could feel his nose, nuzzling between them, and then his hot breath seeping into my pucker, and finally his wet tongue with one long smooth stroke. And I sighed, and I felt the muscle of his mouth trying to pry through my pucker. And I moaned loudly, muffled by the pillow, as I felt one of his fingers invading me and wiggling around. Then a second finger came in, and then a third, and I could have creamed right then as well.

But then Danny pulled them out and said, “It seems to be lodged in too deep. I’m gonna have to use a bigger tool…my leaky faucet…to pry it out.”
“Go right on ahead.” I said.
“But do you have oil for my faucet?”
“What?” I asked and then realized he meant lubrication. I was surprised to even here the mentioning of it because of course Kenneth never used them. “You don’t need them.”
“I don’t want to hurt you as much as I have too.”
“I’ll be fine. It’ll only hurt for a minute or two.”
“I just want our first time to go smoothly. I want to get the chance to thoroughly explore your inside.”
“Alright.” I said. I didn’t want to mention anything about Kenneth to him, “It’s in the drawer of my desk.”

Danny quickly got of the bed and opened the drawer and found it. He squeezed out a copious amount of the KY Gel and lathered it around his thick, throbbing manhood. And he jumped on the bed again and got on top of me. He kissed the neck and shoulder as his hands ran sensuously down my backside eventually between my twitching gluts. He lubed all around my waiting hole, whispering sexily, and finally asking ‘ready’. I nodded eagerly. I was more than ready. And he entered carefully and slowly, and I felt my smooth muscle that lined my colon expand to receive his monstrous size. I clawed at the mattress beneath me as he smoothly descended deeper into my core. And when he was all the way in, he kissed my back and neck and started to pull out. And I felt a great suction as the negative pressure caused my hips to lift and my mouth to release a moan like no other. And before I could finish my euphoric moan, he drove his thick cock downward again and I felt as if my colon could blow up.
Then his hands slid between my torso and the mattress, and he was massaging my chest as his hips continued to move up and down. His speed gradually picked up as his breaths became heavier and heavier. With each thrust downward and upward, my own cock became more swollen as friction increased between my cock and the mattress. And my balls felt as if they wanted to release but my clamped cock didn’t allow any path of exit. So as my hip sunk deeper and deeper into the bed, the pressure building up in my groin became more and more unbearable.

Soon, Danny was sweating; I could feel the droplets fall onto my back, each one cooler a specific spot on my steamy back, each one sending tingling mini-shocks of pleasure deep into my heart. I squeezed the pillow beneath my head as the escalating forces in my hole made me want to implode from the inside out.

Then for a slight second, my hips were far enough from the mattress that all the pressures from my groin were unleashed, and so I came, more than I’ve ever came before, soaking the mattress, and as I came, the muscles around my colon tensed and lodged Danny’s cock in place and squeezed against it and Danny came too. He continued to buck four or five times, squeezing as much of his love potion into me as possible before he rested on my back. God, I loved the feel of a man’s chest right up against me. And we just lie there enjoying the moment, with his dick still lodged inside me.
It was 10:30 when he whispered, “I’m sorry. It appears as if I’ve lodged whatever it was further up your bum.”
It took me a moment to remember my story and I said, “I think I’ll manage.”
Then he whispered, “I would love it if you would do me the honor of being the first man to make love inside me.”
“No one has ever…” I asked.
“I’ve always been on top.”
“But I’ve never entered a guy before. What if I am disappointing…”
“That’s not possible.” Danny said. And he pulled all the way out of me, and I sighed, already missing the tightness and pressure.

He flipped me over and we were kissing and our arms were all over each other’s body and our legs were scraping against each other, and I soon found myself on top. His legs were spreading out as my waist was now wedged between his thighs. I squeezed a good amount of lube onto my fingers and rubbed my burning cock, and he put a pillow under my hips so his hole was pointing up for me to enter. And I looked into his eyes which were full of life and fire and he nodded, smiling sexily at me.

And I thrust forward and the head slipped in. Danny bit his lower lip, and I continued to go deeper inside of him. And I was awe of the tightness. I knew it would be tight, but I never realized how warm and wonderful it was to have his muscular walls wrapped around me as I forged through uncharted territory. And soon my balls were smacked against his buttocks; I was fully in. I never felt anything in my life like that before. I could not imagine holding off my release for any longer than five thrusts, but somehow, Danny and Kenneth had been able to keep themselves from coming for at least fifteen minutes.
“I don’t know if I can do this.” I said, “I’m about to come already.”
“Then do so.” Danny said. “But keep on going. Don’t let it get soft. Just keep on going. It’ll take longer for you to come the next time around.”

So I pulled out just a little bit and thrust back in. Out and in. Out and in. And then I came. My body trembling with excitement. And as Danny told me, I kept on going. And Danny kept on grunting in the most erotic way. I continued to pull out and push in for a while, but every thrust became shorter and shorter until I was just bucking my hips against his buttocks, with no real movement of my penis. I could not understand how Danny and Kenneth were able to pull in and out of me so effortlessly, and I could only hope my ‘cheating’ way still had a great effect on Danny.

Then Danny pulled my upper body down to his and we were kissing as I continued to ‘buck’. And my hands were pressing against his chest to give me leverage. I never felt this much sensation all throughout my body before. Sweat was forming out of every pore in my body. My cock so tightly wrapped, one of his hands on my buttocks, the other combing my hair, his lips on my lips, his legs around my waist, his hard cock against my stomach. I could only hope Danny was feeling as great as I was, because I really did not want his first time being fucked to be unsatisfactory, especially when I was the one who was doing it.

My mind was pure white as the escalating pressures all around my body sent chemicals of elation deep into my spine. And I released once more into him. And he moaned loudly as well, and I could feel my stomach dampening as he spilled his juices between our bodies. And soon my penis was softening, but I wanted to keep going. I did not want it to end so fast.
But I couldn’t keep it hard, so I pulled out embarrassingly and collapsed onto his chest. And Danny’s legs unwrapped around my waist. And he held me tight.

“I’m sorry,” I said with tears in my eyes.
“What do you mean?”
“I couldn’t stay hard for like…five minutes.”
“Did you look at the clock?” Danny asked, “You just made love to me for thirty minutes. You were incredible.”
“What?” I looked at the clock. It was 11. I could not believe where the time went. I couldn’t believe I actually lasted thirty minutes.
“I’m so happy you were my first time.” Danny said, “I couldn’t have imagined it be any better.”
I was still too confused, “Was I really that good. I mean…I wasn’t even thrusting in and out. I was just…”
“There’s a lot of ways to give your partner pleasure. Thrusting all the way in and out is just one of those ways, but bucking your hips slightly while kissing and caressing your partner’s body is more sensual. Either way, I would have loved it because it was you.” Danny said.
“So did you think it was good just because I’m the one doing it, or did you think it was good because I was actually good?”
“You were amazing.”

So I smiled weakly. For the moment, I could somewhat believe him. I’ll continue to believe him until I find out that he was only saying that because he did not want to hurt my feelings. But for the moment, I was happy that I did him good.

And as we lay together, breathing slowly next to each other, listening to our hearts, gently caressing our bodies, and soon falling asleep, I could not help but feel that it was the most perfect night I’ve ever had since Michelle and me at the prime of our relationship. Yes, it was absolutely perfect; too bad it wasn’t with Kenneth.

***

The next day, I just had to call Michelle to tell her the good news. When she picked up, I could hear her laughing as she said hello. In the background, I could also hear the giggling of Elisa, her girlfriend.
“Danny and I went out last night.” I said.
“That’s great.” Michelle said. “And how was it?”
“Perfect. The movie was great. At the end of the movie we were kissing until the credits were over.” I recounted, “And then we went to Le Petit Chateau…”
“Your favorite…”
“And his as well.” I said happily, “We had the greatest conversations. Just like you and me never run out of things to talk about.”
“Great.”
“Then he drove about the city, looking at the city life at night. Then he drove me back to my place. We kissed and said goodbye.”
“And that’s it?”
I tried to mislead her, “Well, he said he doesn’t do it on the first date. And I said me neither.”
“Oh, well at least…”
“Then five minutes later, we were all over each other in my bedroom…” I said.
“That’s awesome. Way to go.”
“Then we played Doctor and Patient. He told me where he got hurt and I kissed him there. Then we switched roles. I said I lodged something up my bum and so he decided to get his out with his leaky faucet.”
“Leaky faucet?” Michelle did not understand.
“His penis…”
“So basically, he made love to you.” Michelle said, “Then tell me, was he better than you know who?”

I froze at the thought. Did I actually want to admit that being fucked by Danny was better than being fucked by Kenneth? I couldn’t bear to admit that the man of my dreams did not satisfy me as much as the man who I have ignored for so long.
“So, who was better?” she asked again.
“Um…I kinda wished Danny would have fucked me without being so careful and such.” I was making up excuses to not answer her question directly, “But I kinda wished Kenneth would have enjoyed other parts of my body other than just my hole…”
Michelle laughed, “No, I meant…was Danny better than me?”
I laughed. This was not easier to answer, “No, of course not. You were the best I’ve ever had…bar none.”
“I know!” she exclaimed.
“And I also got to be on top.”
“No, way!” she was surprised. “And what did you think?”
“I sure as heck enjoyed it. But I don’t know if he really did.” I said.
“Why not?”
“Cause I really didn’t do much. I don’t think I satisfied him.”
“What did he say about it?”
“He said it was great. But I don’t think I…”
“Oh, shut up.” Michelle said, “And get over yourself! You have a very sad problem. Your problem is that you doubt your ability. You did that with me, and it took me several nights…several amazing nights…to finally prove to you that you’ve satisfied me beyond my wildest dreams. If Danny said you were great, then you were. Stop it with your self-loathing, or I’m gonna dump you again.”
I laughed, “You did not dump me. I dumped you.”

Michelle argued, “I’m pretty sure I was the first one to say, ‘Dude, you’re far away. And I’m kinda horny over here. So I’m gonna get with this hot girl. Hope you don’t mind.’”
And I could hear Elisa laughing in the background.
She said, “I’m glad you called. But you’re actually interrupting us in something very important. So I’ll talk to you later.”
“Bye. I love you.”
“Me too.”
These were the kind of conservations that I knew Michelle and I would always be best friend.

Weeks after weeks passed turning into months, and soon school was out and it was summer. Being with Danny, I was amazingly happy; I’ve never been that happy since Michelle and I were a couple. And Kenneth and Lacy’s relationship seemed as strong as ever. If everything stayed that way, I would have been very glad. But of course, life is ever-changing. An accident brought Danny and me together, but another accident broke us apart.