Hey everyone! PL here, just checking in to say you are awesome if you are reading this, even more so if you ACTUALLY know this series.

I just finished reading Fear, and so I don't know if anything changed with this relationship during Light (I sincerely hope not).

This takes place a month after Plague.

Disclaimer: I know there is almost enough angst in the series to be written by yours truly, but if it WAS written by me there would be PLENTY more of this pairing in there (detailed hot gay make-outs galore). Obviously I do not own this series, as they didn't even actually hug.

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Roger looked up at the moon, a smile on his lips. Yes, he knew it was a fake moon, but it still cast a fairytale glow on everything in the FAYZ. With a sigh, he sat up, prepared to head back to his "house".

A snap.

He looked around frantically, silently cursing himself for not bringing a weapon. He crept on all fours to a nearby bush, and glanced over his shoulder. At that exact moment, the cool metal of a gun barrel was pressed to his scalp from the bush he was about to use as cover.

"Who are you?" A faintly accented voice questioned coldly.

"Roger! I'm Roger, Edilio I'm a friend!" He cried desperately, recognizing the voice belonging to the illegal.

"Roger?" Edilio repeated, surprised. "Man, I thought you were..."

He trailed off, but there was no need to go on. The fear of Drake, even after a month of peace, was still present.

"Anyways, what are you doing out here?" The teen asked as he sat down, slipping the rifle over his shoulder.

"Looking at the moon," Roger replied sheepishly. To his surprise, the Honduran nodded in agreement.

"I do that too, sometimes. It just looks so real, you know?"

Roger smiled shyly, looking over to the other boy in the dark.

"Anyone else would've called me crazy."

"You're not crazy; Penny's crazy, Caine's crazy, Drake's insane. You're probably the only sane one here," Edilio responded in all seriousness.

"You're not crazy," Roger said quickly.

"Sometimes I sure feel like it," Edilio responded.

Roger didn't have a reply to that.

After a moment of silence, the honduran stood and brushed dirt off his jeans, extending a hand for the other teen.

"You probably should get back. I'll go with you, just so you don't spook a more trigger-happy ten-year-old," he said, gently pointing out Roger's lack of weapon.

It was a sad truth here that you WERE considered crazy if you didn't carry some form of protection with you. Even worse: a trigger-happy ten-year-old WASN'T crazy, in fact it was totally normal to see a three-year-old carrying a sharp object on them these days.

"Crazy is our reality," Roger remarked as he took Edilio's hand and pulled himself up.

The "Head of Security" looked at him for a moment before saying "Sadly, yah."

Roger lay there in the grass outside the tent he called home. He could hear Jason's quiet snores, and he smiled to himself. The little boy was just so cute sometimes. That thought was fleeting, however, as another invaded his mind.

Edilio.

Roger had realized he was gay sometime in sixth grade when he started feeling slightly... Turned on by all the pictures of handsome, rugged, shirtless and muscular men with a slight sheen of sweat in magazines clearly meant for women or, obviously, gays. It didn't bother him at all afterwards, actually it was a bit of a relief to figure himself out like that.

As he lay there in the grass, he realized he'd never actually come out and told his parents before this god damn bubble showed up and they poofed.

His thoughts once again wandered to Edilio, which he had little to no problem with. The Honduran was attractive, to say the least; he was skinny from lack of food, but muscular from their hard circumstances. Not only this, but he was kind. He was the type who wouldn't care if you were black, white, gay, bi, atheist or religious. He treated people with the respect they deserved, but he wasn't untainted. He had buried every body in the beginning, every neglected baby, starved child or murdered teen. He had shot people; god knows how many he killed. Then again, who could escape such a fate in the FAYZ?

Rodger sighed. Sadly, there wasn't really any (to his knowledge) other gay still alive. Besides Dekka, of course, but she wasn't really his type, or gender for that matter. He preferred someone who would sit and watch the stars with you, not laugh as you did so.

After a while longer, he decided it was time to crawl into the tent and get some sleep. He drifted off imagining the feel of Edilio's lips against his own.

Roger found himself daydreaming of Edilio a lot over the next week, once even going so far as to need to find a private spot and "take care of business".

It was the end of the day, dusk settling over the bubble world, casting everything in a deep shade of blue. Roger found himself walking besides the teen he would go so far as to call his crush, when he tripped. Edelio's arm shot out and snatched him before he fell, which was a good thing because there happened to be a board there, turned upside-down. Roger's head would have been impaled on the rusty nail, and that most likely would have been lights-out for him.

Instead, he found himself pressed tightly against a pounding chest, Edilio stumbling back a step or two with his sudden movements.

"T-thanks," Roger mumbled into the ratty shirt his face was currently pressed into.

"Don't mention it man," Edilio replied, grin flashing white in the oncoming darkness.

Roger straitened up, looking down slightly at the other boy (he was, obviously, barely taller). He found his arm reaching out, but quickly pulled it back in.

"I..."

"Yah Roger, what's up?"

"Ah... Nothing. Forget about it."

"That's cool, though I'll listen to a friend anytime."

Edilio began walking again, but stopped as Roger's hand landed on his shoulder.

"I..."

"Roger, you ok man?"

The taller mumbled something, shifting his weight awkwardly from foot to foot.

"Yo, man, what's wrong? Seriously."

"It's... Can you promise this doesn't get past you?"

"Yah, 'course!"

"Well... I-I'm gay." Roger twisted his fingers nervously as he confessed his closely-guarded secret. "See, I never actually got around to telling anyone back home about this, and its just sorta been eating me up inside for years, and I figured now is as good a time as any for someone to know 'cause we might die at any moment so..."

He slowly let his ramble die down, finally looking up from the ground. Edilio simply clapped a hand to his shoulder with a smile.

"Cool. Sorry about you not being able to tell your folks, I know there are plenty of things I wish I'd said. Let's get back, it's getting dark."

Roger nodded eagerly, relief coursing through his veins.

He didn't even care if his crush was straight; Edilio accepted him and that was good enough for now.