Hey all! So here's the first chapter to the rewrite of Dream Lover 2. First off, I started working on this almost a year ago, and my efforts to have some chapters under my belt prior to publishing have failed. I'm still working on chapter 3 at this time. Also, life does not want me to have any free time to write whatsoever. I have tons of stories to work on and update and complete but it's sad to say that won't be for a while. So, I'm apologizing now for any future delays in updates. But I will continue to squeeze in some writing when I can because I do still love to do it. So bear with me. I'm doing a new thing also. Depending on the feedback level, and activity in the fandom, it'll determine if updating is necessary. I'm publishing now because I want this to have a chance and I do still have some loyal readers hidden away, waiting.

This story's plot is similar to the original sequel, but not. Instead, I planned some adjustments in the role of my OC Ricky.

Enjoy and review

-SawyerSeville19

July 7

Alvin smiled at the group of kids surrounding the campfire as he strummed his guitar. Different voices blended with his as they sang the camp's anthem. His gaze landed on his newest friend, Ricky, his smile widening at the way the fire danced across his face and set his green hazel eyes on fire. He felt his cheeks flush when they made eye contact. He had to force his gaze somewhere else when their eyes locked, that strange, enticing, knowing look making him almost shudder.

He didn't know why Ricky looked at him that way, or why the look sent electricity to his nerves. Each time it happened, which was often, he thought of Simon. His boyfriend and lover. And then, thinking of Simon made him feel horrible, resulting in him adding some distance between himself and his friend. Distance that Ricky did not allow, and would close immediately. Each time he closed it, he pressed a little closer to Alvin. The line between friends and more was blurring rapidly, and Alvin did his best not to lead Ricky on.

As the song came to a close, Alvin strummed the last few notes as the camp clapped. Setting his guitar aside carefully, Alvin grinned, trying his hardest to ignore the way his body warmed under Ricky's intense gaze. The temptation became too great, and he looked to his friend, their eyes meeting immediately. Ricky swiped his lip with his tongue and this time, Alvin did shudder.

July 15

Alvin toweled his hair off as he left the lake, making his way toward his cabin. He rested the towel over his shoulders when he reached the screen door. "Hey, Alvin!" The voice made his heart race instantly. He turned, watching Ricky walk up to him, a confident smirk forever on his dimpled face.

"Hey, Ricky," Alvin smiled, feeling incredibly self-conscious with only a pair of damp swim trunks on. Ricky's once over was obvious, and the satisfied smile made goose bumps erupt on Alvin's body. God, this was getting out of hand quickly. Alvin thought of Simon, and the smile faltered, his gaze dropping. Ricky frowned at the change in Alvin's expression, but decided to inquire about it later.

"We're setting up for a water gun war in fifteen minutes. You coming?" Ricky asked.

Alvin's head shot up, his cheeks bright red. "Am I what?" Ricky replayed what he'd said and a smug smile appeared on his face, a mischievous glisten sparkled in his eyes. He bit his lower lip and stepped closer to Alvin, looking at him through lowered lashes.

"You coming?" he whispered. Alvin's heart was pounding so hard he could hear it. Swallowing, Alvin shook his head, not trusting his voice at the moment. "Shame. I should fix that." Alvin's eyes widened, his blush returning with a vengeance.

Alvin's words were trapped in his throat. Ricky stepped closer, the fabric of his T-shirt grazing Alvin's exposed stomach and chest. Ricky placed a hand on the side of Alvin's neck, the other wrapping possessively around his waist. The tightness of the embrace wasn't lost on Alvin, his body pressed against Ricky's so firmly, Alvin was certain he couldn't break away without Ricky allowing it.

Ricky drew Alvin's face closer by the hand on the side of his neck. Soft lips were brought close to Alvin's, his blue eyes dropping to take in the full lips. His body fairly hummed with the urge to taste those lips. Simon… Alvin turned his head aside. "I can't…" he whispered.

"You want to," Ricky replied, angling Alvin's head back where it had been a second ago. Alvin felt something in him crack at realizing what Ricky had said was true. He did want to…

"But I can't, Ricky." Alvin pushed against Ricky's chest, the other boy allowing Alvin to pull back at arm's length, but not leave his embrace.

Alvin searched the green hazel eyes that were framed by the thickest, longest eyelashes he's ever seen. Ricky smiled. "If you're worried someone will find out, I won't tell."

Alvin gave that some thought, before he shook his head, mad at himself for even considering it. "No. I can't." He stepped back from Ricky's embrace. "I'll see you later." He stepped into his cabin, making sure to lock the screen once he was inside. Ricky chuckled softly before continuing toward the lake.

July 30

To Alvin's relief, and secret disappointment, Ricky's advances stopped since their almost kiss. Alvin was able to hang out with his friend with more peace of mind. They threw friendly punches that didn't linger, put one another into headlocks like before. Everything was back to being platonic, it was so sudden it startled Alvin, but he didn't give it much thought. Ricky was an amazing friend.

"How often do you perform concerts back at home?" Ricky asked as they stood in line to get their dinner.

"It depends on if we have a recent album released. The concerts are to promote the album and encourage people to buy it," Alvin replied. Ricky hummed in thought.

"Is your dad working on a new album?"

"Not at this point. He doesn't want to distract us from school since we're only a couple years from graduating."

"I'd love to be as famous as you guys. It sounds awesome. How long have you been performing?"

"Since we were really little." The line moved gradually, the campers in front of and behind them engrossed in their own conversations.

"And your brothers? What are they like?" Ricky asked, stuffing his hands inside his pockets.

"Well, we're triplets. I'm the oldest, then Simon, and Theodore. Theodore is the sweet one, he loves to cook. I think he'll be a chef someday, he'd love that." Ricky chuckled softly at that, and Alvin smiled. "The there's Simon. Man, there's nothing Simon doesn't know. And if there is something he doesn't know, guaranteed he'll figure it out. He's the best scientist I know. I think he'd go on to be a college professor or something like that. He built his first time machine when we were eight."

Ricky whistled, impressed. He soaked in that information. "And you? What'll you do after your music career settles down?"

Alvin had to think about that. "I don't know. Music's all I'm good at. Maybe a music teacher? I don't know. I always imagined myself as a solo act, but the idea of singing without Simon and Theodore…it doesn't sit right."

Ricky smiled, nudging Alvin gently with his shoulder. "You'll figure it out." Alvin looked at Ricky, smiling gratefully. Their gazes lingered longer than usual lately, and Alvin forced the eye contact to break as he looked at the food options for the evening. Ricky wasn't discouraged.

After dinner, they had an hour of free time before the mandatory sit down by the campfire. Alvin and Ricky walked toward the lake to watch the sun set the rest of the way. They sat down on the ground, both aware of the unnecessary closeness, but not doing anything about it. Their shoulders and sides touched as they watched the pink and orange sky, the sun reflecting off the water beautifully.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while before Ricky covered Alvin's hand with his own. Alvin looked at him in surprise. Ricky returned the look with a smile. "I like you, Alvin." The confession made Alvin's breath catch. "You're really cool, and interesting, talented, confident. And beautiful."

Alvin flushed brightly, as though compliments were new to him. "Um…thanks?" Ricky chuckled, squeezing Alvin's hand affectionately.

"Something about you pulls me toward you. I can't help it." Alvin swallowed, looking back at the sun set, it was almost completely gone. Ricky's hand was warm in his own. He didn't pull away.

"It's…the same for me…" Alvin admitted reluctantly. Maybe, if he could explain his hesitance to Ricky, he'll understand and step back to being good friends. "But, I have someone else, back home. And I really love him. And he makes me very happy." He looked at Ricky to see how he took the information.

Ricky was quiet. "I understand." He returned Alvin's eye contact. "But, I still want you. And, I stand by what I said. I won't tell anyone."

To say Alvin was shocked was an understatement. He couldn't believe the news didn't deter Ricky. If anything, he seemed even more determined to have Alvin. Alvin lowered his gaze, mind fully aware of the hand holding his. He wanted Ricky, badly. His body hummed in desire every time they were with one another. The physical contact they were making right now made his heart pound. But… "I can't Ricky…"Alvin pulled his hand free, moving to stand. Ricky was quick, grabbing Alvin and pulling him close.

The kiss was unexpected. Alvin's eyes widened as Ricky cupped the back of his head so he couldn't move away. Once the shock settled, Alvin became aware of something moist prodding at his lips, persistent and determined to get inside his mouth. Reluctantly, Alvin closed his eyes as he gave the intruder access.

He was numb. All he could feel was the tongue memorizing every part of his mouth and battling with his own for dominance. His heart pounded furiously, his face heated with a blush. The kiss wasn't romantic, but desperate and fueled with lust. It was sloppy and bruising, but it gave Alvin such a rush of desire.

Alvin managed to remove Ricky's hand from his head and broke the kiss, both panting heavily. Ricky latched onto his neck, nipping and sucking on whatever skin his mouth and tongue could reach. "Ricky…"Alvin whispered.

"I want you, Alvin…" he whispered back. Alvin shivered.

"I have someone… back home, Ricky," he reminded. Ricky cursed under his breath.

"It'll be our secret, Alvin. I swear."

Simon… "No." Alvin pushed Ricky back and stood. He didn't say anything as he left. Ricky licked his lips and sighed before smiling.

August 10

It came down to avoiding his friend. He missed the company, but he didn't trust himself around Ricky. Nor did he trust Ricky, either. Alvin wasn't naïve. He knew no matter how in love with Simon he was, there was always the chance of becoming attracted to someone else. He could live with that so long as the person he was attracted to didn't return the attraction, and wasn't so damn persistent.

It took days for Ricky's love bites to fade. Alvin felt horrible. How could he let his attraction get so out of hand? Just because Simon wasn't here didn't mean his commitment and loyalty to him was decreased at all. He wished Ricky wasn't so determined.

It was getting out of hand. Ricky didn't even have to do anything more than look at him and Alvin's body warmed immediately. All he could do was look the other way. Thank goodness camp was over in a couple of weeks. Ricky had said he and his mom were moving to LA, but the chances of running into one another was considerably low. That was a large city. He wasn't worried about that. His issue now was maintaining distance until camp finished.

He was in line for lunch when he felt someone slide up behind him. "Wanna go on a walk with me later?" It was Ricky. Alvin fought back a shudder. That question was whispered huskily by his ear.

"I can't."

"Come on, Alvin. It'll be fun. Just a little hike during our free period. We won't be the only ones, if you're worried about that," Ricky assured. Alvin did enjoy hiking.

"How many other people?"

"At least ten. And then we're gonna go swimming at the lake when we get back." Alvin bit his lip in thought.

"Fine. I'll go."

Ricky beamed. "Awesome! I'll go sign you up. See you in a bit." Alvin nodded and Ricky took off.

When it came down to the hike, Alvin was chastising himself for not signing himself up. Of course Ricky would make them partners. He sighed as he filled his canteen. "You mad at me?" Ricky asked as he applied some sunscreen to his exposed skin.

Alvin didn't reply.

"Look, I'm sorry. But I miss hanging out with you. There's only a couple weeks left of camp and I don't want us to finish off not talking."

Alvin searched Ricky's beautiful hazel eyes. "I'm not mad, just frustrated. You're not taking my feelings seriously." At Ricky's confused look, Alvin sighed. "I do…want you…" he whispered, glancing around them at the other hikers. Ricky brightened immediately at the confession. "But I can't, okay? I keep telling you that. I have someone else."

To Alvin's dismay, it seemed all Ricky heard was the confession. Taking in the renewed smug, determined glint in his friend's eyes, he couldn't help feeling like he added fuel to the dwindling fire.

August 17

One more week. All he had to do was make sure there was no potential alone time between himself and Ricky for one more week. Not for Ricky's lack of trying… Alvin sighed.

He took to locking himself in his cabin at the earliest convenience, only coming out for the mandatory events. It was boring that way, but it kept Ricky off his case. At this moment, Alvin was lying on his bed. It was quiet, save for the distant laughter he could hear from outside. So, when there was a knock at his door, Alvin was startled.

"Alvin?" It was Ricky, not that he was surprised. Alvin debated not answering, but his door being locked was an obvious sign he was inside. So, standing, he approached the screen. "There you are! Come outside! The other campers demanded another water war! You missed the last one. Come on!"

Alvin shook his head. Ricky faltered, looking surprised. "I'm not in the mood to go outside. I'll see you at dinner though." He went back to his bed. Ricky tried opening the door, but it was locked.

"What's wrong, Alvin? Let me in so we can talk."

Alvin sat on the edge of his bed, not replying. Ricky tugged at the screen for a few minutes, but Alvin paid him no attention. He lay back on his bed, listening to the efforts to get his screen door open.

The sound of something coming undone and the squeak of his screen being opened and closed shocked Alvin. But, not as much as the appearance of Ricky at his side. He moved to sit up, but Ricky pushed him back down with a hand to his chest. "How'd you-? Did you break my lock?"

"It was coming apart anyway. After we're done, you can have the manager fix it." Ricky shrugged.

"Done? Done with what?" Alvin asked, both unease and excitement shot through his body when Ricky straddled him.

"You know what…" Ricky whispered in answer.

August 24

Everyone was waiting outside for the buses to start loading. Alvin was standing beside Ricky, watching as the other boy inputted his phone number into his phone before handing it back. Alvin pocketed the device.

"I'm gonna miss you," Ricky said, brushing a lock of Alvin's hair behind his ear. Alvin fought down the urge to shiver at the gentle contact. For the last week of camp, Ricky would come into his cabin during the free period and the pair would have sex.

Alvin didn't know why he allowed it. He searched the beautiful, captivating green hazel eyes and figured a large portion of why he caved was those eyes, framed by lashes that would have every girl he knew back home envious. Aside from the obvious observation, Alvin didn't allow himself to wonder why. He would just come up with reasons to excuse his weakness, and he didn't deserve an excuse. What he had done was wrong. He knew it.

Ricky studied the expression on Alvin's face with concern. He knew what was on his friend's mind. "I won't tell anyone, Alvin."

Alvin nodded. "I know."

"So then what's wrong?" Alvin looked away with a sigh.

"You really have no guilt about what we did?" Alvin asked after a moment. Ricky blinked.

"I'm not in a relationship with anyone." Alvin looked at him with a frown. Ricky smiled. "You look cute when you pout like that." Alvin narrowed his eyes, a blush creeping across his face despite his efforts to fight it. Ricky chuckled.

"You don't feel bad knowing you're the reason I cheated?" Alvin demanded. Ricky gave it some thought.

"Maybe a little bit," he admitted. "But not enough to regret anything. And besides, you wanted it just as much as I did. If you were truly content with your boyfriend, then you wouldn't have wanted me so badly."

Alvin heaved out a frustrated breath. "I don't agree, but whatever. I don't feel like talking about it anymore."

The two turned at hearing a whistle blowing. "Load up!" Alvin grabbed his bag, turning to go toward the bus when Ricky pulled him back, bringing him close. Alvin looked at him, surprised. Ricky dipped his head, pressing his lips to Alvin's one last time. He pulled back, searching Alvin's face with a soft smile.

Alvin cursed his body repeatedly for its reaction. His heart was racing, and he could feel his blush spreading down to his neck and ears due to the slight rise in his desire. "You couldn't have just said 'goodbye'?" Alvin snapped half-heartedly.

"To you? No way," Ricky said softly. He traced Alvin's lower lip with the pad of his thumb. "I'm gonna miss these lips." Alvin lowered his gaze, cursing inwardly as another damned blush rose to his cheeks.

"I'm going now," he said firmly. Ricky nodded, stepping back. Alvin adjusted his grip on his bag, turning and approaching the bus. He tossed his bag into the compartment under the seats before boarding the bus and sitting in an empty seat by the window.

He told himself not to look out the window. If he looked back, it would say too much, and he didn't want to add anything else to whatever he and Ricky had established while at camp. No. This was goodbye. It irritated him to realize he was tempted to look back. Setting his jaw, he stuffed his hand into his pocket, fishing out his iPod and plugging in his earphones. He played the first song on loud, settling in for the long drive ahead.

Once the bus was on the road, it was fifteen minutes into the journey back when he felt his phone vibrate. He pulled it out of his pocket and read the text:

Have a safe trip. I'll miss you.

-Ricky

Alvin bit his lip, debating if he should reply. In the end, he didn't see the harm. He typed: You too. He pressed send and pocketed his phone. He sighed, leaning his head against the window and shutting his eyes.