Dakota Drama Part 1

UGH I never thought I would be one to say this but FML!!! You see it all started about a month ago when I went to Missouri State Thespian Confrence, and my bestfriend Dakota (who I've always suspected of being a closeted gay) wanted to fool around with me. Had we not had a roomate, I probably would have fooled around with him. Any way I told him that I wasn't ''in the mood to fool around'' but I would when we got back home. So we get back to Branson and a couple of days passed and we started texting each other (haha I'm such a teenager) and he began to ask me different questions about gay sex etc. and I ended up asking him what he wanted to do. (due to the graphic content of the message i won't tell you ALL of the details) He told me that he basicaly wanted to give/recive a blow job and a hand job. So being me (horny 24-7) I agreed to his terms. Within a few days we made plans for the event and he ended up backing out at the last minute; which was fine by me. Well after that there was this akward tention between us and I was starting to worry about our friendship. He called me and told me that he wanted to apologize to me, I told him that there wasn't any need for apology (this took place during the weekend fyi) but he insisted and I agreed to it. he drove to my house (in the middle of no where), knocked on the door, I answered He apologized and this next part was what really took me by suprize; He said he would at least want to try to make out with me I told him that I would give it a try if he was still willing to be friends after. He agreed and we made our way over to the couch, sat down, he put his hand on my cheek, leaned in, and I started to lean in but I stopped myself because at that moment I relized that my feelings for Dakota as a friend had developed into something more... here's the kicker I told him that i needed a minute to think things over; let's just say that a minute turned into 30 akward minutes of cuddling and Just as I had made up my mind to kiss him we hear my mom walk in the door... (to be continued)