Another fic I wrote for my friend Dana (a-hard-days-night) as we both love the movie Stand by Me (who doesn't?). Obviously, I don't own any of the characters or anything. And this is SLASH. So be warned.
"Hey Lachance, are you on this planet today or what?" Chris Chambers waved his hand in front of his friend Gordie's face, who had appeared to be absorbed in his own world for the past few hours. "Have you even listened to anything I've said to you this morning?" He peered at Gordie closely.
"Huh? Sorry, what did you say?" Gordie answered, still staring into space.
Chris sighed. "Forget it Gordie, you're clearly not with me right now. What's wrong?"
Gordie finally looked at his friend, sadness in his eyes. "I'm sorry Chris. I was just thinking about Denny...I've been having these dreams lately. Bad dreams. In them, I'm always at Denny's funeral, and every single time, my dad turns to me and tells me it should have been me..." His voice trailed off, unable to discuss the dreams any further.
"Sorry Gordie, I should have realised something serious was bothering you," Chris said gently, putting his arm around his friend.
"He's right," mumbled Gordie. "It should have been me, not Denny, it should have been me!" He angrily wiped the tears from his face, not looking at Chris, ashamed at himself.
"That's bullshit!" Chris glared at Gordie. "Don't you fucking talk like that, I mean it Lachance! It's a load of crap, and you know it!"
"You haven't seen the way my parents look at me," Gordie said sadly. "It's like they hate me for being alive instead of Denny. I've never been good enough for them Chris, as far as they're concerned, they lost the only son they ever had when Denny died. I'm just a stranger to them, and I always have been." He couldn't control himself anymore, dissolving into tears again, burying his face in his hands.
Chris turned Gordie to face him. "It's time you stopped giving a shit about what your parents think about you! If you're not good enough for them, then hell, who the fuck needs them? Parents suck, right?" He grinned at Gordie, who managed the faintest smile in return.
"You're right Chris," said Gordie quietly. "I think it's great that there's someone out there at least who thinks I'm worth something." As he looked at Chris, Gordie felt himself reach for his friend's hand. Chris looked shocked.
"Gordie, what the hell - " he stopped suddenly, not able to believe what was happening. Gordie, his best friend, was leaning in closer, looking as though he was about to kiss him! Chris backed off as quickly as he could, staring at his friend in disbelief. "Gordie, what the fucking hell are you playing at?" Chris was almost yelling at him, angry and confused at what had almost occurred.
Gordie looked pale. "I'm sorry Chris, I dunno what came over me...I, uh, think I'd better leave.." He was looking as if he was about to cry again.
Chris glared at him. "Yeah, I think you'd better do that Gordie, before I throw you out myself!" He turned away, unable to look at his friend a second longer. As he heard Gordie leave the house, he sat there stunned. What the hell just happened?