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     My stomach twisted and tied into knots. The sensation alone was an alarm, one I hadn't heard in a long time.
     A mosquito bit my ankle. I took this as an excuse to begin my nervous ritual of scratching. I let out a brief exhausted sigh.
     Unease is not a feeling I'm accustomed to, and I don't take to it well. Normally in this situation I would be a cool as a cucumber, but now that he was here…
     He let his feet dangle off the edge, knocking his heels against the front porch. He was calm. This embarrassed me a good bit. He was always nervous; fretting about his job, his friends, what he wears; everything. Now ironically, I, a relaxed person, was fretting, while an anxious person like him closed his eyes and smelled the breeze.  Damn you, stealing my calm in a situation where I needed it.
     Another sigh came, this time sounding a bit more agitated.
     "Something wrong?" Jake asked.
     I crinkled my nose briefly, trying to shed my uncharacteristic angst.
     "Nope." I scratched my bug bite again.
     The gnawing feeling in my gut grew. I needed to do something; anything; to show him how I felt. God, I thought to my self, I'm acting like a damn school girl.
     A bird began to chirp somewhere in the woods.
    I need to get a hold of myself and do something. I can't be farting around like this if this is what I really want.
     I raised my arm and reached towards him. I meant to place my hand on his shoulder, but it fell on the back of his neck. Sheepishly, I looked away. My face became hot with frustration. What the hell was that?, I thought, an acne ridden fifteen-year-old boy could do better on his first date, and I'm twenty-seven.
     Ashamed, I took a furtive glance. The calmness in him was disturbed like the sudden ripple of water. His face too turned red, but not with frustration, just bashfulness. Suddenly I found his hand on top of mine. It was a nice moment, but it would have been nicer if we could've met eyes. Maybe we could have if I would've sat still for more than fifteen seconds. I abruptly jumped to my feet and stretched my back.
     "Ughhhhhh….mrrrmph...Good Lord…" I groaned as my muscles gave way after a moment of strain. Although the tension in my back was gone, my stomach churned even more than before. I've never felt so relived and horrified at the same time. All the other guys I've been with; none have ever made me feel like this, and I wasn't sure if that was good or not.
     Jake tried to hide his reddening face, which didn't prove very effective.
     "Um…uh…I have to pee…where's your bathroom Dominic?
     "Right next to the…uh…It's in my bedroom! Yeah…uh…let me show you."
     I walked up to him, when suddenly I gave way to an impulse.
     Timidly, I pressed my lips beneath his right eye, and I thought to myself:

     I really need to use the bathroom.

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     My stomach twisted and tied into knots. The sensation alone was an alarm, one I hadn't heard in a long time.
     A mosquito bit my ankle. I took this as an excuse to begin my nervous ritual of scratching. I let out a brief exhausted sigh.
     Unease is not a feeling I'm accustomed to, and I don't take to it well. Normally in this situation I would be a cool as a cucumber, but now that he was here…
     He let his feet dangle off the edge, knocking his heels against the front porch. He was calm. This embarrassed me a good bit. He was always nervous; fretting about his job, his friends, what he wears; everything. Now ironically, I, a relaxed person, was fretting, while an anxious person like him closed his eyes and smelled the breeze.  Damn you, stealing my calm in a situation where I needed it.
     Another sigh came, this time sounding a bit more agitated.
     "Something wrong?" Jake asked.
     I crinkled my nose briefly, trying to shed my uncharacteristic angst.
     "Nope." I scratched my bug bite again.
     The gnawing feeling in my gut grew. I needed to do something; anything; to show him how I felt. God, I thought to my self, I'm acting like a damn school girl.
     A bird began to chirp somewhere in the woods.
    I need to get a hold of myself and do something. I can't be farting around like this if this is what I really want.
     I raised my arm and reached towards him. I meant to place my hand on his shoulder, but it fell on the back of his neck. Sheepishly, I looked away. My face became hot with frustration. What the hell was that?, I thought, an acne ridden fifteen-year-old boy could do better on his first date, and I'm twenty-seven.
     Ashamed, I took a furtive glance. The calmness in him was disturbed like the sudden ripple of water. His face too turned red, but not with frustration, just bashfulness. Suddenly I found his hand on top of mine. It was a nice moment, but it would have been nicer if we could've met eyes. Maybe we could have if I would've sat still for more than fifteen seconds. I abruptly jumped to my feet and stretched my back.
     "Ughhhhhh….mrrrmph...Good Lord…" I groaned as my muscles gave way after a moment of strain. Although the tension in my back was gone, my stomach churned even more than before. I've never felt so relived and horrified at the same time. All the other guys I've been with; none have ever made me feel like this, and I wasn't sure if that was good or not.
     Jake tried to hide his reddening face, which didn't prove very effective.
     "Um…uh…I have to pee…where's your bathroom Dominic?
     "Right next to the…uh…It's in my bedroom! Yeah…uh…let me show you."
     I walked up to him, when suddenly I gave way to an impulse.
     Timidly, I pressed my lips beneath his right eye, and I thought to myself:

     I really need to use the bathroom.