Gordie watched as Chris bit the end of his pencil. Gordie wondered what was wrong. By now Chris would have teased Gordie or made a dumb joke. Instead, Gordie watched as he stared at his homework, not asking for any help. Gordie was helping Chris with his homework since they became friends. Something must be wrong, Gordie thought. Gordie wanted to ask, but he didn't bother. Chris would just shrug it off. So Gordie went on with his homework.

"Do you want to say for dinner?" Gordie asked as he put away his homework; he always finished first.

"I shouldn't. I need to finish my homework." Chris spoke in a tired voice.

Gordie frowned, "I can help you after we eat?"

Chris shook his head, "Nah, I should head home." And with that Chris got up and shoving his notebooks in his backpack.

Gordie looked around, making sure his parents weren't nearby, "Chris…you know I love you."

For the first time today, Chris smiled, "I know." He slung his bag on his shoulder, "I love you too." Chris then walked out the door. Gordie's smile dropped; they would always kiss goodbye. Something is definitely wrong, he thought. He was sure of it.


"Are you coming over to work on homework?" Gordie asked as Chris and he walked home from school.

Chris sighed, "I can't."

"Why?" Gordie asked.

Chris stopped and faced him, "Gordie, I just can't. God damn it!" Chris then started walking again.

Gordie caught up to him, "What the fuck? What's wrong?"

Chris stopped again and stood in front of Gordie, "I'm sorry, man. I'm just really tired."

Gordie looked around, making sure that no one was around. He then took Chris's hand and pulled him into the trees; hidden from everyone else. "Chris, seriously, what the hell is going on? You've been acting weird for that past few weeks."

Chris looked Gordie in the eyes, "It's nothing. I am just tired, truly."

Gordie shook his head, "I don't believe you."

"Fuck Gordie, what do you want me to say?" Chris backed away from him.

The other boy sighed, "Never mind." He walked closer to Chris, placing his hand on his cheek. He drew a line with this thumb across Chris's cheek bone. "Promise me, if there is something wrong just tell me."

Chris leaned closer to Gordie, lips barely touching, "I will." Gordie then let their lips touch. Their lips lingered for a few seconds, but they both jumped when they heard a few laughs. "Fuck." Gordie whispered. They looked out, seeing a few figures walk by. When the figures walked by, both Gordie and Chris came out from hiding. They walked down the road together, until Chris broke the silence, "Bye Gordo."

"Bye…" He wished Chris would tell him what was wrong. Gordie knew him, but he let it go again.


The weekend came, and Gordie walked to the river after school. Almost every Friday, Chris would meet him there and they would go swimming. They started this tradition ever since it got warmer during spring. Gordie sat down as he realized he was the first one there. After a few minutes he lay down; letting the sun beat down on him. A few minutes went by again, and before he knew it had been almost an hour. Chris wasn't showing up. Gordie got up and threw a rock into the water. Fuck you Chambers.

As he walked home a familiar voice called out, and it wasn't a good one.

"Lachance!"

Gordie rolled his eyes and turned. "What is it Ace?"

"What the fuck is your problem?" Ace said, acting all tough.

"You are."

"You little fucker!" Ace walked closer to Gordie, towering over him. "Don't fuck with me."

Gordie stepped back; glaring at the older boy.

"I will fuck you up." He threatened.

From a distant another voice came, "Leave him alone Ace!"

Gordie looked to his left to find Chris.

"Chambers, this isn't about you."

Chris walked over to Gordie side, "Fuck off!"

Ace got closer, "You little faggots. You won't get off this easy next time."

"Fuck you!"

"Go fuck yourself Chambers!"

"Go fuck your mother!"

God damn it Chris! Shut the fuck up. Gordie wanted it to end.

Finally Ace left and Gordie turned to Chris, "Don't you know how to shut your fucking mouth?"

Chris shook his head, "Not really."

Gordie rolled his eyes.

"Sorry I'm late."

Gordie started walking towards his house again, "It doesn't matter. I'm going home."

Chris come up beside him, "What?"

Gordie walked faster.

"Why are you going home?"

Gordie looked at him and stopped walking, "'Cuz I fucking want to."

Chris backed off, "O-okay."

"Anyways, it seems like you are too fucking busy for your own mother fucking boy-" He stopped; he didn't even know what to call their relationship.

Before Chris could even say anything, Gordie started walking home again.

Chris watched as he marched off. Chris began to feel sick. He needed this time with Gordie; to help from going insane.


Gordie laid on top of his bed; staring at his ceiling. His thoughts wandered to Chris. Every time Gordie started to think, it always turned to thoughts about Chris. He wanted to know what they hell is problem was. Why would Chris be ignoring Gordie? Was he dating someone else? No, it can't be that, Gordie reassured himself. The last thing he wanted was Chris trying to be normal. Gordie knew he wouldn't be able to handle the jealously.

Gordie thoughts kept him up for hours, until he finally dozed off into a light sleep.


Author's note: The next few chapters will be rated M, for sexuality and violence.