Miles rolled his eyes as he hurried running behind him. "Bass, is there ever going to be a day when you're not in detention?"

"Screw you, it wasn't detention this time," Bass snapped.

"Bull."

"Seriously. I caught Mikey making out with Jessica Reese behind the bleachers."

MIles stopped to look at his friend. "No shit."

"No shit," Bass agreed. "They seemed really into it."

"Is it good?" Miles asked, hitching his bag higher on his shoulder. "Kissing, I mean."

In all the years they had known each other, Miles was usually ahead of Bass in most things. He got growth spurts first, was better at school (Except math. Ben always had to tutor him in math), his birthday even came before Bass'. But this was the one thing Bass had beaten Miles to.

Bass shrugged awkwardly. He thought back to the time when he kissed Sandy Mills during a game of spin the bottle. Miles hadn't been at the party because he was sick. "It felt weird," he admitted. "Not like the movies say."

Miles scrunched his face in thought. "Really?"

"Really," Bass confirmed.

Miles was stopped by Bass' hand on his chest. Miles glanced at his best friend. "Don't tell me you've had some earth shattering revelation and you've finally realized you're adopted."

Bass glared at him. "Number one, you're an asshole. Number two, I had an idea."

"That's one in a row for you, Bass. What is it?"

"What if we tried kissing each other?"

Miles stared at him. "Are you brain dead?"

"It's a good idea."

"No it isn't."

"Why?"

"We're guys. Guys don't kiss other guys."

"Sure they do."

"Name one action movie where a guy kissed another guy."

"Really? Your defense is action movies?" Bass snorted. "That is weak man."

"Still sticking with it. Guys don't kiss guys, Bass. End of story."

"But why not? I mean, it's kissing. You put your mouths together and move them around a little. The world is not going to explode just because two guys decide to kiss."

"Bass, give this up before you sound anymore ridiculous."

"Come on, it'll help us get girls."

Miles arched an eyebrow. "How?"

"Well girls like guys that are good kissers right?" Miles nodded. "So if we practice kissing with each other, then when we get girlfriends, they'll think we're the best kissers ever."

Miles paused for a second as he considered this. "What do you know, Bass? You've had a good idea. Keep this up and you might just make it out of high school in one piece."

Miles grabbed the front of Bass' shirt and began to drag him along. "What the hell?"

"If I'm going to practice kissing with you, I'm not doing it where everyone can see." Miles threw Bass inot the nearest alley and looked at him expectantly. "So what do we do?" Bass looked at him with wide eyed confusion. "Come on, Bass, you're the one that's actually kissed a girl."

"Yeah but it was just Sandy." Miles gave him a glare. "Look, I don't know, alright? We just sort of leaned in and….kissed."

Miles groaned. "Bass, have I ever told you how useless you are?"

"Once a day every day since we were five," Bass confirmed. Miles rolled his eyes and was about to reply when Bass pressed his mouth to Miles'.

Bass had been right. Kissing was awkward. Bass' lips were dry and chapped and Miles could taste toothpaste on his breath. He wasn't sure what to do with his hand so he settled them on Bass' waist and tried to copy Bass as best he could. Finally he pulled away and ran his tongue over his bottom lip. "That was…different," he said.

"Yeah, different," Bass agreed, not able to look away from his best friend's eyes. "Maybe…maybe we should keep practicing."

Miles cleared his throat. "Tomorrow," he declared. "I have to get home. Ben'll bitch if I'm late for a study session."

"Tomorrow," Bass agreed. "Totally cool."