Clyde was lying on the couch, wet hair, shirtless and watching an infomercial as Craig was taking a shower. He was hardly paying attention to the TV, some guy shouting about getting clothes whiter. Clyde was rather running his thumb over his bottom lip, thinking solely about the kiss. It had been so raw, the rough texture of Craig's lips imprinted to his memory. Certainly the other was thinking about it too. He had to be…

It was just as Clyde thought. The kiss was on Craig's mind as well. He had just finished his shower and was now just standing in his towel, water dripping off his body and hair. He was looking in the mirror, at the curls of steam and the way they distorted his features. Craig could make out a pale pink streak that was his mouth, two blue pearls for eyes. After the kiss he felt as if everything was swollen. His mind was still fuzzy and even now his body tingled at the very thought. "What is happening to me?" Craig mumbled o the being in the mirror. It was like the one in the mirror was the true Craig, the one who could truly answer this question.

On the outside he always seemed so sure, with that cocky attitude and 'screw you' personality; but really on the inside, all the lines were blurry. He wasn't sure of anything. The most confusing thoughts for him were all the dreams he had… Dreams of Dylan, the goth who provided him drugs, hooking up in the dark of night; Dreams of Stan after a long workout… Craig also had dreams of Clyde but this was the first time he was allowing himself to admit he had actually had those dreams.

As he stood there thinking, the steam had cleared up and left a clear image of Craig, taking with them his confusion. Now he finally understood how he felt. Understood the meaning of the dreams. He was gay; for his best friend at that.

Clyde was still sitting on the couch but now there was some cheesy scary movie on the television, a fake looking monster lurking towards a screaming actress. He had begun to wonder if Craig would ever come down when he sudden found himself face to face with a crotch. Somehow Craig had managed to sneak up on Clyde, making him jolt and sit back on the couch.

"C-Craig!" He stammered, sitting uo again and moving over so the other male could sit there. But he never did. Craig just stood there, in a daze almost, not saying anything for a long time. It kinda had Clyde worried but before he could get too upset, Craig finally spoke. "Clyde…I am gay." Finally, he sat dow, staring at the television but not really paying attention to what was going on. "I've had dreams but I have always brushed them away as some stupid thing because of something I might have seen on the TV last night or something. Now, I am sure that they mean more." Cylded didn't know how to respond to that. He wanted to say something but he was baffled. It had Craig feeling nervous now, like maybe things just got awkward between them. "Well? Clyde, say SOMETHING! I am dying here. Are you happy about this—" Craig never finished, because Clyde suddenly cam back to live, exclaiming, "Of course I am happy! Craig, I am so happy! Now…Now we can be together…" He was smiling like a fool, never expecting what came next.