Ed's POV:

I looked down the street to that same old house with the cherry blossom tree in the front and the green shudders on the windows, I texted Sam on my new burner phone I had him buy me, If my father ever found out about this phone he might actually murder me. He has been getting more and more violent lately, every so often leaving me with a black eye or bruises along my side whenever I don't get 100 on an assignment or first place in a competition.

Sam responded telling me to come in where I saw Sam, Andrew, Kyle, And Obama sitting around the table playing poker with fake chips and drinking bud lights.

"Hey man, glad you could come." Said Sam, pulling out the chair between him and Barack for he to sit at. I sat down and they started a new round, handing me my cards. We played poker and drank some for a couple of hours before Sam, Kyle, and Andrew all went outside to grab firewood for the fireplace, leaving me and Barack alone.

"So, how do you think you did on the calc tes-"

"Cut the crap, why do you need some old broken burner phone from my brother?" He said cutting me off.

"Its personal, I can't say I'm sorry." I said trying to dismiss the question

"No, If it involves my brother than its my business." He said

"Listen, my dad is a little crazy sometimes and i just need something that he cant monitor, I'm not saying any more considering the fact that for some reason you don't seem to like me." I said

"For some reason? There are many reasons, you have always had to be better than me at everything, you always one up me and always win no matter what. You love seeing me mad and you are the one who hates me for no reason. then you come in here and befriend my brother just to fuck up my life even more. Thats why I dont like you" He said leaving me dumbfounded

"Are you that focused on yourself thar you think I only win to piss you off. I win so i don't get beaten the second i step into my house, i win so that my father will actually look at me, I win so that I dont get fucking kicked out!" I screamed letting all my feelings out. "I never hated you, You just decided to hate me because you couldn't win!"

I got up and tried to run to my car when he grabbed my wrists and pulled me back.

"Wait, Please lets talk!" He yelled trying to get me to turn back

"What now." I said, my voice emotionless

"The only reason i wanted to be captain of the football team was because my dad is dying and I wanted to make his dream of having a football star kid come true." He said, looking down at his feet away from me.

I stared at him with wide eyes, this whole time i thought he was just being an asshole his dad was dying. I turned and hugged him tight, his head burrowing in the crook of my neck. We stood there for a minute, just silently in each others embrace before we quickly separated when the door opened.

"We got firewood!" Kyle yelled before dumping a pile of firewood on the kitchen floor.

"Kyle pick that up and come put it in the fire" Sam said sighing as he dropped the wood into the fireplace.

We all went and sat by the fire, drinking beers and fireball while laughing. Kyle and Andrew were telling stories while Sam was taking shots and me and Barack were talking. Eventually as it got late and we got drunk, we decided to go out and play some basketball in the driveway. The teams were Me, Andrew, and Kyle against Sam and Barack.

"You're going down", Barack said as he tried to do a dribbling trick but ended up tripping over the ball and eating shit. I laughed and helped pick him up, he leaned on me and giggled drunkenly. We played all night, falling multiple times twice on top of each other and then finally deciding to go inside after a neighbor walking her dog saw them and threatened to call the cops.

"Man you need to go to bed." Sam said to Barack, who was practically falling over trying to go up the stairs and get his phone.

"I'll take him up." I said, putting his arm over my shoulder and hoisting him up to help him get up the stairs.

"Your realllllyyy prettyyy." Barack said, touching my face and smiling. I blushed, was he gay?

I took him up to his room and helped him on to his bed where he then started trying to take off his shirt. He was practically choking himself so trying not to blush too much I helped him. God he was so hot, his six pack and pecks went up and down as he breathed and his biceps flexing as he held onto me. I went to lay down on the couch next to his bed when he grabbed my wrists and pulled me onto him.

he was laughing and then he stopped, we stared into each others eyes for a minute. His beautiful brown eyes almost electrifying and his lips, so full and beautiful. Then he did it, he pulled me in and our lips collided.