8. You hate me don't you?
Dan sighs becoming more upset with himself... I guess it's hard for him to say what's on his mind... Maybe that's why he didn't want to tell me. "Phil I-.." Dan says stuttering once more. He sighs, "Phil I love you." Dan says looking up at me, looking me into my eyes, as I look back into his brown eyes. I don't reply and he looks away. "You hate me now don't you?.. You think I'm a weird faggot now don't you?.." He says his voice sounding hurt and saddened. I approach him, he has his back to me. I put a hand on his shoulder. He looks up at me surprised. "I don't hate you Dan... I-... I love you too." I say smiling. Dan stands and looks me into they eyes, "Do you mean it?" Dan asks, "Yes. I mean it more than anything I've ever meant. I love you more than I love Starbucks and Oreos." I say smiling a bit, because I really really love Oreos and Starbucks. "Wow you must really love me then huh." Dan says giggling a bit. I roll my eyes, "Yeah." I say smiling and hugging him. I look up at him, because he's taller. He looks down at me and we stare into each other's eyes. He leans down and kisses me while I stand on my tiptoes. He puts his arms around my waist, I put my arms around him. Where I dunno, as far as I can reach.