:: It excites you. <><><>[[You]]'ve always loved [[Billy]]. He'd always been there for you, completely reliable, talking you out of your depressions or distracting you with the hobbies you both found enjoyable. You'd never have made it through the loss of your father without him, especially when your mother had stopped being of much help. Obviously you'd never considered him like //that// before, but then you weren't turning into a girl before. <>You think about how he looked in his bedroom, shirtless and ready to confront his stepfather for you. You're sure it's the hormones talking, but remembering the front of his jeans is starting to get you worked up as well.<>You look over at him, in his glasses, driving the car, and notice for the first time just how cute he is. Sure, he's not a movie star, but he's certainly got a sort of nerdy charm to him. Then you remember him in his tighty-whitey briefs with a baseball bat, all ready to protect you from whatever had made you scream, and for some reason that just makes you melt and you have a sudden urge to curl up against him with his arm around you, so you can feel safe and protected. And, while you're sure it's the hormones talking, remembering the front of his briefs is starting to get you worked up as well.<> You're still coming to a decision on what you should do about all this when Billy pulls into the Andersons' driveway. "Well, here we are," Billy says. "I'm really sorry about what happened tonight with my fucking stepfather. I'm still not comfortable about you going back in that place, you know, but I can't say I have any better options for you. I do want you to promise to call me if anything funny happens." You make your decision on the spur of the moment and grab his head so you can pull him in for a kiss. He's startled and resists for a fraction of a second before aggressively taking charge of the kiss himself. [[Well, might as well do this.]] [[I don't want to go that far. Maybe something else will work.]]