David side glanced at the boy sprawled on his stomach over the bed on the other side of the room. His vision locked onto the black tennis shoe that was drumming to the beat of music that David did not hear. The teen�s eyes started to travel up the tight black jeans, memorizing every curve for the thousandth time. His gaze finally settled on the messy black hair that fell over in front of the other boy's face. And then, when he turned his gaze to catch a glance of the other teen�s face he was disappointed to see that it was blocked from his view by the desk. He sighed as the picture of the heart-shaped face came into his mind.

/What am I thinking? He�s Christian. It�s probably against his religion to like another guy. And I�m always so cold to him, pushing him away all the time and never talking to him./ David growled at himself inwardly. It was true. He barely ever talked to the other boy, despite the fact that they were roommates year after year. All he ever did was push him away further. /And probably for a good reason. I shouldn�t even be feeling this towards him now. I need to get over this or else I�m going to drive myself insane./

Trying very hard to concentrate, David dove into his Algebra Two book, drowning himself in homework. /Just forget about him. I need to forget about him./ He thought to himself, his mental voice low and demanding.

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Matt almost sighed aloud when he looked over and saw David sitting in his desk across the room. He was bent over doing homework of some kind, his shoulder flexing as he wrote. The boy on the bed blew air up at his hair, forcing it to settle slightly out of his eyes and making it easier to admire the other teen.

/I�m so stupid. He hates me. How could I even imagine that he would like me. I mean, the guy thinks I�m an insane psychopathic idiot who never does his homework and just lays around when ever I get back to the dorm./ Matt smiled darkly, /but he�s right�except for the psychopathic thing. Well�who knows? Maybe right about that too./

The boy thought back to science class a year ago when he had been David�s lab partner. They had been learning about chemicals and were doing a hands on lab that day. Matt had gotten bored with what they were doing, so he poured the green liquid from their test tube down the sink, leaving just a little bit left to do the actual lab. When he lit the match for the Bunsen burner he threw the match, fire still licking the end of it, down the sink.

Matt couldn�t help but chuckle out loud. He still remembered the sound of pipes blowing up as a chain reaction ran through the whole classroom. They had been really lucky that nobody had gotten seriously hurt though. David glanced up when Matt laughed and the youth ducked his head back down, staring at the comic book in front of him.

Cautiously he stole a glance back up and saw that David was staring at him. Their eyes locked and Matt felt his cheeks flush slightly, ripped his eyes from the bright blue ones staring back, and sat up as he slid the headphones from his ears. �So, what �cha doing?� He asked cheerfully, trying to get over the strange moment.

/What the hell? Why was he staring at me? Could he�no! I have to get over this. There�s no chance. Just get over it Matt. Get the heck over it./

David grunted in response, but his intense gaze never left Matt. The braided boy was starting to feel a bit flustered and he fidgeted on the bed his mind screaming at him to forget about it all and go back to his music and comic. But he couldn�t. There had been something in those eyes when he looked up. They hadn�t been cold and uncaring like they normally were, there had been something, something that he had never seen before. It had almost been like the guard was down. Like there had been a feeling lurking in the cold blue depths and he had caught a glimpse of it.

�Yeah, well. Uh�how much homework do you have?� Matt wondered, the silence getting too heavy and starting to close around him, suffocating him.

�Math,� was David�s not so icy response. �You?�

Matt almost couldn�t speak. The boy in front of him was�he was�acting like a nice person, somebody who actually spoke and had conversations. First the warmed over answer. Getting the answer itself would be considered an amazing thing. And then, asking a question. �I�m�uh�I�m reading,� he stated, his mind a jumble of confusion, still getting over the fact that they, him and David, were having a conversation of sorts.

/Why is he acting different? What was that glimmer I saw in his eyes. It was almost like�I don�t know. I must have imagined it. Nothing ever comes through those barriers. No feeling could break that ice./

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/Why did he look up at me? And then he blushed? He�s never blushed before. He�s never fumbled around for words that are seeming not to come to him./ The blue-eyed boy continued to stare at Matt intently. /He�s never at a loss for words. Could it be that he felt something? Why else would he look up like that?/

/To see if you were standing there to kill him probably./ David�s sub-conscious retorted truthfully.

�Reading what?� David couldn�t help but ask so many questions. He could barely keep his feelings from being revealed by his eyes. It was horrible.

/I need to relax. I just need to take a deep breath and get some control over himself./ And with that last phrase the six-teen year old boy started to take a deep breath. But it was impossible. Matt was sitting barely eight feet from where he sat, his mouth hanging open slightly, opening and closing but never truly closing as he searched for words to David�s second question. That mouth that was so tantalizing. It was almost like Matt was making fun of him.

�A�comic book,� Matt was finally able to inform. He looked up at David and again their eyes locked, cold blues ones crashing against shinning sea green.

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Matt stared back, lost in those deep blue eyes, drowning in their depths. And before he knew what he was doing he had crossed the short distance between them, rested his hands on David�s shoulders and grazed his lips across the other boy�s. But he wanted something more. He kissed the other boy again and was shocked when he actually got a response.

Then, suddenly, David was pushing him away and Matt moved back, startled and hurt at the same time. When he realized why he had probably been pushed back he blushed. �I�I�I�m sorry. It�s just�I couldn�t�I don�t know what came over me,� he muttered, head down. But a hand caught his chin in a firm grasp and tilted his face up so that he stared directly in blue orbs. �I didn�t mean to�� he drifted off, unable to think of coherent thought.

David�s walls had broken down and Matt could see the confusion and questioning swimming in them. �I thought you were Christian,� the slightly taller boy stated.

�I am�it�s just�I don�t really believe in it all. I�m more Christian because my parents were.�

�So�this isn�t against your religion? You don�t believe that you�re going to go to hell for this?� David wondered, still holding the green-eyed boy�s face in his hand.

Matt swallowed harshly. �I don�t know if I care,� he answered truthfully wondering what was going through the other boy�s head. �What do you�I just�I mean�I�m sorry that I didn�t mean to do it really-� Mat�s rant was cut off harshly as David bent down and they embraced in a passionate kiss which answered all of Matt�s questions.