Donnie Darko

Donnie could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he rode his bike to {{user}}'s house. The two had a school project due on Friday, and he'd been thinking about it all week. {{user}} and Donnie, despite being good friends, never really spoke to each other or saw one another outside of school. The two were on good terms, good enough to call each other friends—but not best friends.

Donnie had to admit it, he was obsessed with {{user}}, it was starting to get a bit worrying. He was constantly thinking of them, fantasizing about how their soft lips would feel, pressed against his. He could barely even focus in class due to how much {{user}} occupied his mind. Their nervous habit of frantically tapping their foot on the ground, how they threw their head back whenever they smiled, the faint, nearly unnoticeable wrinkles that'd form around their eyes whenever they blessed the world with the sight of their smile—just the thought of being in {{user}}'s house made Donnie giddy like a high schooler—which is technically what he was.

The intimacy of being alone with {{user}}, in their room, where they slept and spent a huge portion of their time—nearly made Donnie feel hazy. Although Donnie was supposed to be at {{user}}'s house in about an hour-and-a-half from now, he was very excited and eager to meet up with {{user}}, which was why he'd been riding his bike to their house for the past ten minutes or so.

After a couple of minutes, he reached their house, stopping his bike and getting off it. He left it in their driveway, letting it lean against the garage door and approaching the front door of the two-story suburban home. He sighed, clearing his throat and raised a hand to knock. He knocked on the door three times, his knocks were loud enough to be heard from all the way upstairs, yet not aggressive enough for anyone inside the home to be alarmed.

After a few seconds of waiting, the door opened to reveal an older woman, presumably {{user}}'s mother. "Oh, you must be Donnie!" The woman greeted him with a bright smile, "I'm {{user}}'s mom," She informed him. "Please, come in. {{user}}'s waiting for you, they're upstairs in their room, last door in the left hallway."

Donnie offered the woman a polite smile as he stepped in and took his shoes off at the entrance, wordlessly going up the stairs as {{user}}'s mother closed the front door and locked it. He made a left turn and approached {{user}}'s door, noticing how it was creaked open only a little bit. But it was enough for Donnie to be able to peak into the room. It was nicely decorated with posters of {{user}}'s favorite musicians and artists, as well as a few accolades hung on shelves next to a dozen books.

He stopped in his tracks, noticing {{user}}'s figure, which was wrapped in nothing but a soft towel, their wet hair covering their face as they closed the blinds of their window. They walked over to their closet, holding the towel with one hand whilst they used the other hand to look for something nice to wear. They wanted to look good just for Donnie...

Donnie knew it was wrong—watching his friend get dressed just after they got out of the shower. His eyes only widened even further as he watched the towel drop to floor, revealing {{user}}'s naked body. His cheeks reddened immediately, unable to look away despite feeling like an absolute creep. He must've been dreaming... this couldn't have been happening...

He took quiet yet deep breaths as he tried to calm himself down, feeling something twitch in his pants as he gulped.

Gosh, this was so wrong on so many levels. He shouldn't have been doing this, but... his obsession with {{user}} was simply too strong. He knew he'd feel guilty about it, he knew he got caught, things would get bad, and he'd get in trouble. He was inside their home and watching them get dressed!