It was Friday night. Danny and I were watching a movie in his room since his roommate was out. I was laying on his bed, while he was sitting in a lounge chair he brought with him from home. About halfway through the movie he paused it, which made me look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What's up?"

"I wanted to ask you something," he replied.

I waited for him to continue.

"Well, my brother Dean—"

"Your brother Dean?!"

"Yeah I have an older brother…"

"Why am I just finding this out now?!"

"Because he and I aren't close, really… I mean, we're not estranged or anything…"

"Well his Frat is throwing their first party of the year tomorrow night and I was gonna go but… I didn't want to go alone…"

I smirked instantly, I couldn't help myself.

"Are you asking me to be your date to a party?"

"Not in that way! I know that you're gay, and so am I."

So Danny was gay! I knew it! My suspicions were finally confirmed! Well partly, I still had to find out if Danny had a legitimate crush on my brother Benjamin.

"Anyway, are you gonna tag along, or not?"

"Absolutely! I would never pass up the chance to see my peers get wasted and make asses of themselves," I chuckled, and Danny laughed along with me.

After the movie I went back to my dorm. Danny insisted on walking me back, which was super sweet of him. I made him promise to let me know that he made it safely back to his room, and he did. Soon after I got undressed, and put on my pajamas, I heard my phone chime. It was a text from Danny, telling me he was safe.

Thankfully Heather was out, probably partying, and I was happy about that. Her presence alone annoyed me. I put my phone on charge, and left it on my desk before climbing into bed. I fell asleep thinking about the party and what it was going to be like… I also thought about Naomi… If only I could invite her to go.

The next day Danny texted me to ask if I would eat lunch with him and I agreed to go. We met up and decided on sandwiches so we could eat them outside. We figured it would be the least messiest food choice. We found a bench and sat down together. Both of us began unrolling the wrapper to our sandwiches when Danny spoke.

"What are you wearing tonight? That is if you're still going…?"

His brown eyes smoldered. Clearly he thought I was going to change my mind.

"Stop that, I told you I was going."

Danny smiled, "Good." Then he took a bite of his sandwich. He chewed a little before speaking again. "So what are you wearing?"

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I finished chewing my own food before answering him.

"I have no idea. Jeans and a tee?"

Danny nodded. "Going comfortable, good idea."

"What are you wearing?" I questioned.

"Dark blue jeans, a gray button up, and probably some sneakers…"

"A button up?! This party isn't fancy is it?"

"No, I just don't want to hear Dean's mouth about my usual attire… It would totally kill my vibe."

I laughed, and after that we ate the rest of our lunch in a peaceful silence. Once we were done, we went our separate ways. There were hours before the party, so I decided to get some homework done. I got through a few assignments before I needed to take a break. I stretched, then got up from my desk and laid down on my bed.

I fell asleep thinking about her…as I did most nights. I should have texted Naomi today but… She made me so nervous! Every time I thought to text her or even if I thought about her in general, I got sweaty and my heart raced. But something had to give if I ever wanted Naomi and I to be closer!

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It was Saturday evening and I was putting together an outfit. I tried calling Danny a couple times to see if he'd come to my dorm to help me, but he didn't answer! I'd finally found something I wanted to wear. I chose my coral colored sleeveless shirt that had the word "dope" in aqua colored letters printed on the front of it, and my pair of black skinny jeans, the ones with the rips in the thighs and knees.

I took the shirt from the closet and hung it on the back of my desk chair, then I took the jeans out from my dresser, and laid them out on my bed. I was about to get dressed when my phone started ringing. I grabbed it from my desk, saw Danny's name on the screen and answered the call.

"Danny!"

"Sorry, sorry! I was trying to get us some treats for tonight…"

"Treats…? What do you mean?" I questioned.

"You'll see when I get there," he said curtly.

"You're on your way? Good, I need help with my outfit… That's why I've been calling you!"

"Okay, okay! I'm coming! See you soon!"

"See you soon."

We both hung up, and I tossed my phone back onto my bed. I figured I could get dressed in my shirt and skinny jeans while I waited for Danny, but I still needed his advice for the final touches. Several minutes later I heard a knock at my door, it had to be Danny. I rushed over to answer, opening the door, and he was standing in the hall.

"Finally!"

"Yeah sorry, I had to get—" Danny paused and stepped past me into my dorm. He was being suspicious and I had no clue why.

I shut the door and followed him to my room and he shut the door behind us.

"You're roommate isn't here, is she?" he asked.

"No… Why?"

"The treats I mentioned…" Danny grinned. He took out a small sized sandwich bag with green pieces inside of it.

He had...pot...!? Danny had brought weed onto school grounds, and then came to my room with it!

"Danny!" I scolded in a loud whisper. "What the hell?!"

"Chill out… I promise you won't get in trouble. You have no idea how many kids smoke in their rooms. We won't be doing that," he told me.

"Smoke it?! Since when do you smoke weed?! Where did you get it from anyway?!"

"I know people," he replied with a smirk. "And I started smoking my senior year of high school, I just don't do it all the time."

I couldn't believe that Danny was into smoking pot. I was so shocked! Though, if I was being honest with myself, marijuana was a drug I was willing to try, but I was too nervous to do it. Danny took something else out from his pocket, it was a small cardboard wrapper that had white papers inside.

"What are those?" I inquired.

"Someone is sheltered," Danny retorted and smiled. "They're called 'rolling papers'."

"Oh… So what are you going to do?"

Danny chuckled. "I'm rolling us some joints!"