After the kiss, all I could do was stare into his eyes and ask myself, "Did that really just happen?"

He cleared his throat and says, "Um, well, good night, Peej."

"Uh, yeah, night Brando," I said, stuttering over my words. I'd never noticed it before, but he had really nice eyes, and a cute smile. Hm, maybe this actually would go somewhere.

He pulled away and walked back to his room. I stood there for another minute before walking to my own bedroom.

I was up for hours, tossing and turning. I found myself replaying the kiss over and over. Did I really want something to happen? Was that why I'd nagged him for so long about the "'Sup?" thing… I mean, it happened in college. What did I care?

Did he want this to go somewhere? The questions plagued me for another few hours before I finally threw the covers back and marched over to his room to get some answers.

Before I could even knock, the door swung open and I was face to well, Brando's chest actually. I looked up at his face, "H-hey man. I…" I took a step back and paused for a minute, thinking about what to say. "I just want to talk about what happened."

"Oh crap." He started rambling a mile a minute. "I am so sorry Peej. I should've known you wouldn't have wanted to pursue this… I just-"

I cut him on with my lips.

"I-I really do wanna take things further, Brando."

A small shy smile appeared on his face. "Really?"

I just bit my bottom lip and nodded. I'll admit it, I really liked Brando.

He smiled at me before kissing me once again, and I know it sounds cheesy and all, but I really think I saw fireworks.

When we pulled back from the kiss, I was probably grinning like a complete dork, but its okay, because he totally was too.

He pulled me into his arms and I noticed how good he smelled. Why was I suddenly noticing this? Liking your best friend makes you notice weird things.

"I'm really glad we talked about this," he said into my shoulder.

"Me too," I admitted.

I didn't really wanna leave his arms, but it was getting late so I pulled back and said, "I should be going to sleep."

"Yeah, me too," he said.

We just kind of stood there very awkwardly before just turning in opposite directions and going to our designated bedrooms.

The only problem is that I still couldn't sleep two hours later. Brando's arms just felt so good holding me and…

I sighed and got out of bed again.

I didn't even bother knocking, his light was on.

"I can't sleep," I admitted.

He just smiled and pulled the covers back. "Don't worry. I couldn't either."

I just laughed and crawled into bed with him. Once the covers were wrapped around both of us, he kissed me on the lips for like the fourth time and turned the lights off. "Night Peej," he said. He was lying on his back and I had my head rested on his chest. I was surprised that this wasn't more awkward.

"Night Brando," I said with a sigh, and then I finally closed my eyes and went to sleep.

A/N: Ok, so this kind of sucks, but I just had to write a PJ/Brando. They're just so damn cute together! ^_^ And I was sooo sad that nothing happened between them! =[ So, review. As far as I can tell, there's really only 1 other My Boys reader/writer here… so… yeah. If there's any more of you out there, review please! I hope I got the characterization right…

Disclaimer: Don't own My Boys and I wished I owned Reid Scott, but sadly, I do not. Lol.