Open Hearts

Open Hearts Part 4

Okay guys it's time for part 4. Let me start off by saying the amount of support and feedback has been amazing. The first chapter of this story was lackluster at best but I believe it has been improving ever since. Please feel free to email me at openhearts1999@gmail.com I always reply and appreciate all feedback even criticism.

I'm glad to hear you guys are enjoying each part even though this story is a bit of a slow burner. I intend to show the emotions and complexities of relationships as well as the fear and confusion of underage love in this story to the fullest extent.

********Special Thanks************ Special thanks to my new friend Danny who is also a writer on here. He is the Author of "Even if we tried" and "Spring tide" amongst others. He has been a tremendous help to me so far in growing as a writer so it would be awesome if you guys took a look at his stories as well.

*******IMPORTANT UPDATE******* I changed my mind about the spelling of Bjorn in this story. I'm going to start writing it as Bjørn from now on since I realized I didn't need to download a new keyboard to do so. *********************************

 

Recap: Keaton met Bjørn and the boys down at the beach. After a minor accident and some fun in the sun, Bjørn and Keaton were on their way to Keaton's house for some good old bonding over video games. While Keaton's brain tries to understand all the new feelings going through his mind and body he gets a text from Bjørn that he must answer right away.

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I couldn't even blink, my eyes refused to look away from the screen. The fear of possibly being judged or insulted by Bjørn was too great for me to handle myself cooly. If he Bjørn was about to make fun of me then why did he smile at me before? Why didn't he just do it then?

Before my brain could ask itself more unanswerable questions the phone finally dinged and the message appeared on the screen.

Received: "I was wondering if you wanted to hangout tomorrow. Maybe we could swim at your place and then I could stay the night."

I gave an audible sigh of relief at his words. My troubled heart softened and even perked up after seeing the friendliness in his words and not rejection. Not only did he not hate me but he wanted to hangout. Seconds after his message had appeared I was already typing my response.

Sent: "Sure that sounds cool."

Sent: "I'll ask my parents but they'll probably say yes."

I was ready to jump out of my bed and sprint to my parents side to ask permission when something else crossed my mind.

"If he comes over to swim, I'll see him shirtless, and wet. And if he stays the night then I'll be sleeping in the same room as him."

Another audible sigh left my mouth but this one was longer and out of frustration instead of relief. I buried my face in my pillow like a cartoon ostrich burying it's head in the sand. I let out another sigh that turned into a low muffled yell. Laying on my stomach I realized the severity of the situation I was in. My little boner sticking into my bed was all the proof I needed to realize that I couldn't handle even the thought of a wet and shirtless Bjørn.

I saw him shirtless before but that was in a crowd of people at the beach. Now he was going to be soaking wet, shirtless, and possibly alone with me. Not to mention him sleeping in the same room as me.

"Maybe he sleeps in tight pajama pants?"

"Or maybe just a pair of briefs?"

"Oh my god what if he sleeps naked!?"

"Uggghhhhhhh"

Another yell of sexual frustration was released into my pillow.

I was practically torturing myself with thoughts of Bjørn in his bathing suit and his birthday suit. My horniness knew no bounds and my imagination had no restrictions.

"Can I really handle myself in front of him?"

"He caught me looking at him before."

"What if I bone up in front of him next time?"

Pushing my concerns to the back of my head I decided I was going to ask my parents if he could come over tomorrow. Not because I felt I was strong enough to resist my urges. But because I was just too horny and too obsessed with the idea of him that I couldn't pass up the opportunity. No matter how risky it might be I was going to invite him over.

I tucked my boner into my waistband and walked down the stairs in search of my parents. My mother was cooking in the kitchen while my dad sat on the couch watching news. I smelled onions sautéing in the kitchen as I walked up to my mom. In the background I could hear the sound of people arguing on TV about healthcare and budgets. My dad certainly wasn't the most political guy but he tried to be informed. Standing next to my mother now, I offered to chop up the rest of the vegetables for her.

"Hey mom can Bjørn come over tomorrow. And maybe stay the night too."

My mother looked over at me with a slight smirk.

"Already? You boys really did hit it off fast didn't ya."

I blushed at my mom's comments. I prayed that she hadn't caught on to my feelings for him.

"Well h-he's c-cool" I stammered. "I'm just trying to get to know him ya know."

"Ugh why did I have to say it like that!? Make it more obvious why don't you, ya idiot." I thought to myself.

Once again I could see a small grin form on my mother's face and it furthered my embarrassment 10 fold.

"Sure honey he can come over. After I talk to his parents of course and make sure they're okay with it."

I still felt slightly embarrassed of my mother's not-so-sneaky grins. But I was too excited that she said yes to care anymore. Within seconds I replied to Bjørn to let him know the good news.

Sent: "She said yes"

Sent: "But she wants to talk to your parents first"

Received: "Cool. I'll have my dad call her in an hour"

Received: "Is that ok?"

I got quick confirmation from my mother before replying.

Sent: "Yeah that's fine"

Sent: "See you tomorrow"

Received: "See you then ;)"

"Woah woah woah.... why did he wink!? Wait was that on purpose?"

I scanned the phone at least 10 times trying to make sense of the two little characters that were smashed together at the end of his text.

"Of all the faces he could have made he made a winking one."

"But why? What did he mean by it?"

"Was he mocking me?"

"Was it an accident?"

"Am I over analyzing the texting patterns of a 13 year old boy?"

I really was paranoid. The fear of being caught in my new found feelings were indescribable. Preserving my friendship with Bjørn and keeping my secret from everyone was priority number 1. Although there was one thing I couldn't shake from my head.

"What if..."

"No, there's no way that's true, not him."

Another thought was pushed to the back of my mind, only to resurface at a later time when I least expected it.

An hour later Bjørn asked for my mother's phone number so his dad could call her. My mother spent a few minutes chit-chatting with his dad while I patiently waited at her side like a dog begging for a treat.

"Sure that will work just fine."

"That would be great."

"Yes, thank you."

"You too, goodbye."

She finally hung up the phone and looked down at me.

"Bjørn will be here around noon. Which means you will clean that mess of a room up tonight and make sure your bathroom is clean too. Your father will be at work and I've got more errands to run tomorrow so you're gonna have to make lunch for yourself, NOT just snacks and junk Keaton."

I knew this lecture already so I just nodded knowingly in return.

"Yes, ma'am"

My mother went back to cooking dinner and I did my best to clean up after her as she did. After dinner was done and the dishes were put away I returned to my room. Respecting my mother's wishes I cleaned my room up a bit. Organizing my books and shelves came first. Then unfolding and hanging my clothes up. And finally I decided to melt a wax tart to give the room a nice smell. The strong aroma of apples and cinnamon filled the room within 20 minutes. By this time I was pretty much done cleaning my room. Normally I didn't care how it smelled in here, it was my smell anyways so why did it matter? But knowing that Bjørn would be here tomorrow made me feel like I had to make a better impression than the first one.

Once I was satisfied with my room I went back to my bed and turned on the TV. I spent the night playing a few games on my ps4, watching a few episodes of naruto, and doodling on my drawing pad. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

I was drifting, the room I was in was no room at all. It was space. Empty, black, quiet, all I could feel was the presence of another. I had no sense of direction, I was paralyzed and left to drift in space. What was this other presence I felt? Could they help me escape? Suddenly the black was fading. Something was taking its place, filling the once empty space with color. The source of this color was the light in front of me. I drifted forward, I had no control over my body. Eventually the light was all I could see, the darkness around me was completely erased. I heard noises now, sounds of laughter, sounds of water splashing and the sound of an instrument. Piano music, soft and quiet but still stunningly beautiful. The tune was familiar but I couldn't recollect the name or artist. The melody of laughter and water played endlessly to the background of a piano. Was I in heaven?

The once warm and inviting light had turned into a blinding and invasive one, the piano music was also gone and replaced with something less beautiful. It was my alarm clock, cutting through the air and stabbing my ears like sharpened daggers. I grabbed my phone and shut the noise off but unfortunately the light wouldn't go away so easily. Forced to adjust to the morning light, I sat up in my bed with a groan.

"What a weird dream." I thought to myself.

I climbed out of bed and got dressed. Despite my tiredness I was still enthusiastic because today was the day Bjørn would come over. My mom was in the kitchen downstairs and my dad had just walked out the door. I grabbed my mug and proceeded with my daily routine of coffee and toast. My mother was ready to leave by the time I finished eating so she gave me a rundown of the rules.

"I have to go to a job interview, after that I'm going to the store and then the post office. While I'm gone I expect you to be on your best behavior. No roughhousing especially in the pool. Don't leave the house without calling and asking first. If you need anything then call me okay."

"Yes mom."

With that, my mother kissed me on the cheek and left out the front door. She had to drive my dad to work this morning so she could have the car for today. Now I was all alone and waiting for Bjørn to show up. I was so excited I didn't even bother waiting till noon, at 11:00 am I sent him a text.

Sent: "Hey what's up"

Received: "Chillin at home hbu?"

Sent: "Same. You can come over when ever you want now."

Received: "Ight gimme a minute"

And no more than a minute later Bjørn had made the trek across the street and to my front door. I heard the door bell ring and jumped up to greet my guest.

"Welcome back to Mi Casa." I said with a grin as I opened the door.

Bjørn looked at me with a puzzled face but still grinning.

"Oh yeah, English is probably his second language already, I doubt he knows any Spanish too." I thought to myself.

"Sorry forget I said that." I chuckled.

"Come on in."

Bjørn walked into my house and turned to look at me. He was excited about something judging by the look in his eyes.

"So are you ready to go swimming!" He was grinning ear to ear as he talked.

"Sure. Let me just change real quick." I ran upstairs and grabbed my bathing suit and stripped to my underwear before putting it on. I expected Bjorn to wait downstairs but just as I was stepping into my bathing suit he stepped into the open doorway of my room.

"Do you mind if I put my clean clothes in here? Ya know the ones I'm gonna change into later."

I was half frozen with having my pants down in front of him but at least my underwear were on. I gave my best response but stammered a little.

"Y-yeah.. sure that's cool just set them on my bed."

I finished pulling my suit on while Bjørn set his clean shorts and underwear on my bed. Then he took his shirt off and placed it on top of the other clothes. I gave a quick glance over at him, admiring his shirtless body once again. He looked back at me with a smile.

"Damn it, caught again" I thought.

I blushed as I averted my eyes and tied the knot around my board shorts. Keeping eye contact with the ground in front of me I heard Bjørn ask a question.

"Are you gonna keep your shirt on?"

I looked down at my tank top, suddenly I was afraid to answer.

"Uhm yeah probably."

Bjørn looked disappointed with my reply.

"How come?"

My face was flushed with embarrassment.

"I just normally don't like to take it off ya know."

"Why not? The sun feels great, and I doubt you looked bad with it off."

My face was bright red now and I could feel the heat in my ears burning at both his question and the sly compliment he snuck in there. There was a reason I kept my shirt on, a secret I didn't want to share with him."

"You okay?" Bjørn asked. It was obvious I was in some kind of distress.

"You don't have to if you don't want to I just thought you'd like it better with it off."

I sighed deeply in response.

"Can I show you something? You can't freak out on me okay. Promise?" I pleaded with him.

"Promise." He responded. I could see the confusion on his face at my question but I could also see his curiosity prevented him from asking anymore questions. Instead he just stood there and waited for me to continue.

I took another deep sigh before taking my shirt off and turning my back to him. I heard him give a slight gasp and then it became silent in my room.

What Bjørn was looking at was a few deep and nasty scars that populated my back. I had one about 6 inches long from shoulder blade to my spine. Another one that went diagonal across the first one that was at least 10 inches. A third one of about three inches laid horizontally under my other shoulder blade. And a fourth and final one went down to my lower back, parallel to my spine, and was about 8 inches long.

I stood there with my back to him, horrified, embarrassed and ashamed. The silence of the room was deafening and only added to my despair. I nervously awaited his response. The insulting words I've heard many times before faded into my mind. "Ew, gross, put a shirt on, you look like a monster." Kids were not nice creatures and the bullying of my childhood was a soft but still audible echo in the back of my mind. I was on the verge of tears before I finally heard him speak.

"Cool! How'd you get them!?"

I stood there in a frozen stupor trying to understand what he just said. Where was the insults? The jokes? The request to put my shirt back on!? I turned back to find Bjørn looking at me but not with a face of disgust like I had anticipated. Instead he was just smiling, the same smile he always threw at me and made my heart weak had not faded one bit.

"Well!? You gotta tell me how you got them." Bjørn exclaimed.

"What... the.... fuck.... how many times is he going to surprise me. He's still smiling! That same old stupid... sexy... adorable smile of his. Like seriously come on, how am I supposed to intelligently react to him when he keeps acting so unpredictable!? I realized I couldn't predict Bjørn at all, he was just full of surprises.

His contagious smile had finally infected me and I couldn't help but smile back at him. Finally I answered his question.

"Well when I was younger I went to my cousin's farm a few times. They had an old barn that they didn't use anymore so we played in it from time to time. We were playing hide n' go seek so I decided to hide in the barn. I climbed the ladder inside the barn to get up to the hay storage platforms. Once I got up there I tried to walk to the corner where it was darker but the rotten wood I was standing on started to crack. I fell backward when I felt the board under my foot give out and landed back on the platform. I guess all my weight made the rotten boards break and I fell through the hole in the platform. When the boards broke they got really jagged and my back caught them as I fell through. When I hit the floor I passed out but my cousin found me a few minutes later and my Aunt and Uncle drove me to the hospital. They said I was lucky I could walk and that it didn't hit anything important."

Bjørn looked back at me with a concerned look now. I could see the pained expression on his face clearly. It was as if the details of my accident had triggered something in him. Not soon later his smile had returned, this time it was softer, his gaze was too. His eyes looked deep into mine, they didn't pierce through me like usual. This time they just met my eyes, soft and caring. He spoke up first.

"Yeah I guess you are pretty lucky. I'm sorry if I seemed too excited before. I'm really glad you're okay and not hurt it's just...." Bjørn paused for a moment.

"It's just that you shouldn't be ashamed of them. You look perf... I-I mean you look fine the way you are. So I think you should keep it off, be proud of them."

A variety of emotions hit me all at once. I was unsure of how to react. I wanted to cry, hug him, and even kiss him I was so overcome with happiness. My eyes darted to the floor in between us. A slight smirk came across my face.

"Hey Bjørn?"

"Yeah?"

"Race ya to the pool."

And with that statement I was already turned around and bounding down the stairs toward the backdoor, Bjørn not far behind me. The air was filled with adrenaline and boyish giggles as we raced to the door and slid on the wood floors trying to stay upright. I made it to the door first because of my head start but Bjørn was thrifty. As I opened the door he crouched under my arm and used his momentum to slip right past me. He came to a screeching halt right in front of the pool and turned to face me with his smile still shining.

"I win." He said with the utmost pride.

"Not yet." I gave him a devilish smirk before extending my hand and placing it on his chest. As much as I enjoyed the feel of his muscles it was short lived. Because not a moment later I shifted forward and pushed him into the pool.

"Now you won." I said with a grin as he resurfaced.

He looked up at me, his face showed a variety of feelings, part betrayal, part pride, and a little bit of excitement too.

"Alright, you got me. But im still the winner, and as the winner I command you to get in the pool too."

I gave him a quick smirk in return.

"As you command." I took a few steps back so I could get a running start before jumping into the air and forming a perfect cannon ball that splashed down just a few feet away from Bjørn.

He filled the air with cheers and praises.

"Woooh!! 10 out of 10!! Amazing form and that landing! Oh my we've got a star in the making here."

We both laughed along to his praise and mock-commentary. I even put my hands together and shook them over my head cheering sarcastically as if I just won a gold medal.

As one can expect of two young boys in a pool, it didn't take long for the wrestling match to start. I don't remember who started it, but I was determined to win. Bjørn was slightly taller and stronger, but I used to be on a swim team so my speed in the water was clearly superior to his. My strategy was to dive under the water in the deep end and get behind him. Bjørn caught on to my plan and quickly put it to an abrupt halt. He stopped me with only one arm and trapped me with the second. Pulling me up to the surface so I could breathe, he dragged me to the shallow end where he clearly had the advantage. My body wriggled and squirmed but had no affect on my current situation. With both his arms wrapped around my waist he picked me up in the air and quickly body slammed me into the water for a powerful dunk. I was defeated, but determined not to lose the war I devised a plan to get the upper hand on him. Still under the water I made no attempt to surface, in fact I was right where I needed to be. With my target locked I made my move. Reaching out I took ahold of the fabric clinging to Bjørn's lower body and jerked downward. My surprise attack caught him off guard as he tried to slip out of my grasp. His shorts had sagged off of his right hip and stopped about mid thigh. The rest of his bathing suit had held up and remained in place. The waist of his shorts stopped at the base of his pubic area but went no further south. Unfortunately his crown jewels were still hidden but my move was successful none the less. My opportunity presented itself and I took it. While trying to recover I caught him by the waist and twisted my body. With all my strength I was able to make him lose his balance. I reached up and placed one hand on his head to ensure my attack had the power to succeed. With one final swift movement it was all over. My opponent was defeated, I reigned supreme in my own pool and stood triumphantly over my challenger.

No award or medal on earth could ever give someone the same feeling as a boy who beat his friend in a dunking contest. I was proud of my victory and Bjørn let me savor it. He surfaced and looked up at me, at first his mouth was agape but soon he was smiling at me.

"You dirty little-"

"Winner." I said cutting him off.

Bjørn could have brought up the fact that he dunked me once too, which would make us tied. But instead he chose to keep it to himself and let me enjoy my victory, well at least for a little bit. Next thing I knew, Bjørn was under the water and had a hold of my own shorts. With one quick movement he had them down to my knees. Luckily I was wearing underwear, but still there was one thing that made my victory feel very short lived. I was wearing underwear at least, but they did nothing to hide the fact that Bjørn was now eye level with crotch, and I was hard as a rock. Trying to salvage my situation I quickly covered myself and then grabbed my swim suit and pulled it back on. Bjørn came back up for air and started to giggle at me and my predicament.

In shame I quickly swam away from him trying to cover my hard-on and my blushing face. I could hear him call me to me but I kept my back to him. Bjørn could tell I was embarrassed and did his best to comfort me.

"Keaton what's wrong?" Without getting a response he swam up to me at the opposite side of the pool.

"Hey come on don't ignore me. I'm sorry I pulled your suit down."

Still getting no response from me he chose to come clean.

"If you're upset I saw your ståpikk then don't be. The water does that to me too. And I did grab you there first. My bad Keaton."

I looked back at Bjørn puzzled.

"Ståpikk?"

He giggled at my question.

"Your boner."

My face was flushed again with embarrassment but he didn't get mad at me. In fact he apologized, he even said it was normal. I saw my out so I decided to take it.

"Yeah it is your fault." I said with a slight grin.

"Ya know, since you grabbed me first."

"I know and I'm sorr-"

Before he could finish I grabbed ahold of him and tried to dunk him again. The match was back on and neither of us wanted to lose.

We spent the next 20 minutes dunking each other and grabbing at each other's shorts. From time to time my hand would graze against his package. Even through his shorts I swear I could feel him hardening. Eventually we grew tired of swimming and decided to climb out of the pool. I watched the muscles on Bjørn's back flex as he pulled himself out of the pool. There was something incredibly sexy about him. His hair was dripping water onto his already wet body and you could see the drops gleam in the sunlight as they ran down his back. With his body out of the water I could see his shorts clinging to his butt again. This time they left very little to the imagination. His tight, profound globes filled every inch of his soaked trunks. I didn't want to stop watching but I couldn't afford to get caught again. I then pulled myself out of the pool and walked with Bjørn to grab our towels.

We quickly dried ourselves and headed upstairs to change. Bjørn opted to shower first. I walked into the bathroom and gave him a quick rundown of my shampoos and soaps and how to work the shower knobs. Bjørn seemed satisfied and thanked me for the assistance but what he did next surprised me. As I was walking out I turned around to see Bjørn already shedding his trunks before I could even shut the door. I got a clear and mesmerizing view of his cheeks. I opted to shut the door quickly to give him his privacy but the image still was fresh in my mind. His butt was as perfect as I could ever imagine it. Two perfectly sized, milky white and smooth cheeks just kept flashing into my head on repeat. The shower started up and I heard the door close. I needed to do something. I grabbed my shorts and underwear and slid them off. My boner had sprung upward instantly. I laid back on the bed and let some steam off.

I was wet, I was horny and I felt an insatiable hunger for Bjørn and I couldn't control myself. I felt Bjørn's shirt at my feet and quickly grabbed it. I furiously stroked my adolescent cock while pressing Bjørn's shirt to my face. I could smell him, I took in his scent and continued my mission without falter. Normally I would do this slower and take in every thought that came to mind but not right now. Right now I needed it, I needed Bjørn. My imagination ran wild with scenarios of Bjørn making me his. Throwing me on the bed and pinning my wrists above my head, swallowing my dick with his warm, wet tongue stimulating every nerve my body could feel. And then finally he would kiss me, he would part my lips with his tongue and then part my legs as well. And once his tongue hit the back of my mouth he would penetrate me. I needed him, I needed him inside me.

My cum hit my stomach before I even knew my orgasm arrived. My mind was overwhelmed with thoughts of Bjørn. Three short bursts later I was lying on my bed inhaling deeply. My climax left my body in a euphoria of orgasmic ecstasy. I laid Bjørn's shirt down and sat up on the bed. Between heavy breaths I noticed the shower water was off. I quickly jumped up and grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my softening member. The cum on my stomach ran down my abdomen until it formed clear streaks that disappeared behind my towel. My penis twitched and dripped a slight amount of cum out of the still oozing head. The door knob turned.

Bjørn stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. He looked over at me and noticed something strange. My face was red, I was still breathing heavy and there were streaks of liquid that didn't look like water running down my stomach. All the while this is happening my dick was still oozing cum down my leg. Bjørn gave a curious look at me then smiled.

"Showers all yours."

I gave him a quick nod and walked past him trying to avoid eye contact until the door was shut behind me. I gave an instant sigh of relief as I dropped my towel and turned the shower on.

"That was close" I thought.

What I didn't know was that Bjørn knew more than he let on.

Looking down at the bed Bjørn couldn't help but smile. There on the sheets was the imprint of a boy's body that was too wet to not leave a trail behind. His eyes followed the wet spot until he saw two round spots down where he assumed the boy's butt was. Even more so he could see his shirt strewn about next to where the boy laid. On the floor next to the bed Bjørn could see the wet underwear his new friend had left behind. He grabbed the underwear up off the floor and dropped the towel from his waist.

I scrubbed the dried cum off my stomach and proceeded to let the hot water wash over me. My mind racing with thoughts of Bjørn staring at me.

"I can't believe I did that. What if he knew what I was doing? What if he caught me in the middle of it? I've got to stop with all these risks or Bjørn is going to figure me out."

I washed my body and turned the shower water off. Grabbing a towel from the rack I dried myself off and prepared to face Bjørn, in a towel.

"Damn it why didn't I bring clean clothes in here? Now I have to walk out there in nothing but a towel."

Opening the bathroom door I saw Bjørn sitting on my bed with his dry clothes on. He looked relaxed and had this goofy grin. I returned his grin and went to my underwear drawer to find a fresh pair. I could feel Bjørn's eyes on me, watching my every move. Normally someone would feel uncomfortable under these circumstances but there was something exciting about having the boy watch me. I managed to get some clean clothes and return to the bathroom with no boner related issues thankfully. Once I was dressed, me and Bjørn both decided it was time for some lunch.

Sandwiches was on the menu today as I made myself and Bjørn my world famous grilled ham and cheese. Maybe it wasn't world famous per say but it was still good and Bjørn seemed satisfied. Cooking for him made me happy in a way I couldn't fully understand. It was like giving a person a gift on their birthday. There was something satisfying about making something for him and having him enjoy it. I'm not sure if he noticed but I occasionally glanced at him while he ate. He tried to be well mannered and restrained himself for the sake of me but I could see his instincts take over as he digged in to his meal. He took large bites and occasionally got cheese all over his cheek but 3 napkins and two sandwiches later he was full and happy. Honestly there was something undeniably cute about that part of him. It wasn't just his body or his smile, but the way he talked and laughed that made him so attractive and enticing.

My mother came home just as lunch was over and we were cleaning up. She brought us home some snacks and a movie to watch later in case we got bored. Me and Bjørn decided we should continue our rivalry in video games and headed upstairs to my playstation. Once both of us were situated on my bed we started up the first game, battlefield 1. Since there was no co-op mode, we took turns after each death and competed with each other for the most kills in one life. I was winning by far and this gave me a sense of pride. With boys everything must be a competion, and video games were the epitome of boyhood competition. As per tradition we took this opportunity to bond further and discuss things about our lives.

"So why did you leave Norway?"

"A fresh start I guess. Change of scenery."

His words were short and he didn't seem interested in talking about it so I changed the subject.

"What's there to do around here, for fun ya know."

"Surfing, swimming, some sports too. I like going to this one spot by the beach and watching the sunset. The guys think it's stupid but it's nice." Bjørn looked at me and smiled.

"If you want I can show you it sometime."

"Y-yeah that'd be cool." It sounded romantic, which was scary but still exciting to imagine.

"Besides that there's plenty of places to shop and some other fun things to do depending on the season. You'll like it here. Even the school isn't that bad."

School was the last thing I wanted to think about. But if Bjørn says it's okay then it's good enough for me.

"So why did you leave Florida?"

"My dad got a new job."

"Ah I see. Like I said it's cool that came here at least, you'll like it." Bjørn gave a slight smirk when he said that, almost as if he knew something I didn't.

"I got an idea!" Bjørn exclaimed.

"Do you want to go surfing with me tomorrow?"

"Uhm I would but I don't have a board."

"I'll give you one."

"I don't have a wetsuit."

"I've got a spare that will fit you."

"But..." I stammered trying to find an excuse.

"But what?"

"Well, the truth is I don't know how."

"That doesn't matter. I'm not very good but I'll still teach you the basics." Bjørn shot me a smile. He knew what it did to me and there was nothing left for me to argue about so I gave in.

"Alright fine, just don't let me drown okay?"

Bjørn laughed at my concern.

"Don't worry I've got ya."

His comment made me blush but I felt some seriousness in his voice when he said it. I trust Bjørn, he's got me, that much I was sure of.

"So do you think the other guys are gonna get jealous that you're hanging out with me and not them?" I asked.

"Nah they'll be fine. Although I can invite them tomorrow if you want."

I honestly didn't want the guys to be there tomorrow. I'd rather be with Bjørn but I didn't want it to seem so obvious.

"Sure, if you want to."

Our gaming session went on for awhile until we got bored and decided to watch the movie my mom got us. It was the new Ghostbusters movie and honestly we didn't like it very much. The other movie my mom got was a scary movie. Now I don't like scary movies, but Bjørn obviously wanted to see it so I begged my mother for permission. Eventually she gave in but wasn't too happy about it.

"If you boys have any nightmares tonight then it's not my fault." She exclaimed.

We were confident we could handle it, well at least Bjørn was. With our popcorn bowl filled and a few sodas we went back up to my room and Bjørn made it a point to turn the light off. My bed was pretty big but that didn't stop us from getting pretty close to each other in the center. Both of us got comfortable under the blankets and snacked on the soda and popcorn as the movie started. I lied to my mother, I couldn't handle it. Halfway through the movie I got scared and threw myself on to Bjørn. Bjørn just laid there and laughed at me while patting my back.

"It's just a movie Keaton." He chuckled.

Embarrassed with myself I pulled myself away from Bjørn's chest and tried to chuckle along.

"Y-yeah you're right. Just got... surprised you know." I said nervously.

Bjørn teased me a little bit more throughout the movie but in the end we both had a fun time and enjoyed the movie. I felt my eyes get heavier but I tried my best to stay awake just a bit longer to finish the movie.

Angela walked up the steps to her son's room, assuming the movie was over she wanted to know if the boys had everything they needed. She gave a light knock on her son's door but got no reply in return. She cracked the door open and turned her attention to the bed in the corner. She smiled as she saw her son and his new friend fast asleep. Keaton's head was nestled on Bjørn's shoulder and Bjørn had his hand laying on top of Keaton's. Anyone who happened to see them probably would have thought they were lovers not friends. Angela decided it was best to just grab the trash and popcorn bowl and leave the boys to their slumber.

My eyes started to open and I felt some strain in my neck. There wasn't any light in the room so it must not be morning yet. I looked over at Bjørn and he was asleep. I felt the warmth of his body on mine. I pulled myself away realizing that I fell asleep on top of him. His chest rose and fell in a silent harmony as he slept. I gazed at his face, his lips, his eyelashes, everything about him was beautiful. My lips yearned for his but I couldn't bring myself to kiss him. Not like this, not while he slept. I shifted my body to get into a more comfortable position on the bed. Bjørn must have felt me moving because he too started to wake up. Once awake he looked over at me, but I was already sleeping once again.

Bjørn shifted his body into a new position too. One closer to his new new friend. Looking at Keaton's face Bjørn smiled and wrapped an arm around him. "He'll just think it was an accident, that I turned in my sleep and held him unintentionally." Bjørn thought.

"Goodnight Keaton." Bjørn whispered.

Bjørn closed his eyes but quickly opened them again when he heard a noise come from Keaton's lips.

"Goodnight Bjørn." Keaton whispered back.

Neither boy said another word, nor did Bjørn remove his arm from Keaton's waist. Both boys smiled to themselves and drifted to sleep together. ************************************

Next time on Open Hearts:

The boys head to the beach for some fun in the sun and meet up with some familiar faces. Bjørn teaches Keaton the basics of surfing but someone isn't too keen on the attention Keaton is getting. After some harsh decisions are made Keaton decides he has no choice but to tell Bjørn the truth. ************************************