TITLE: I'm Yours

BY: ForeverImmature

WARNING: Gordie/Chris slash. Anyone with a problem can click the little X at the top of the screen. Bad language too.

DISCLAIMER: The awesome book is the property of Stephen King. And the film is Rob Reiner's. I'm just corrupting the characters xD. I don't own the wonderful song "I'm Yours" either. That is the property of The Script, whose lyrics inspired me to write this, just seems to fit so perfectly.

You touch these tired eyes of mine,

And map my face out line by line,

And somehow growing old feels fine...

GORDIE

"Shut the fuck up, dickhead."

"Whatever, shit-face."

Ah, the blissful happiness I felt as I leant back against the tree. Chris and I were in the woods, on a stiflingly hot day in late August. School was a day away and we were spending our remaining hours denying the inevitable. The sun beat down on us, the trees offering little shade as we insulted each other happily.

"What the hell? Shit-face? Jeez. That's original."

"What? And dickhead is?"

"Shut the fuck up."

We started the cycle again. I think we could've continued all night if Chris hadn't interrupted by smacking me in the back of the head – hard.

"OW! What the-? What was that for?"

"Nothin'. You were getting on my nerves, Lachance."

"Eat shit, wet end." I snarled, heading for the trees.

"Aw, come on Gordie! Don't be a pussy."

I felt him coming after me, and quickened my pace. Laughing a little. I hurried towards the river, and hid in a clump of bushes beside it.

He came stumbling in a couple of seconds later, his hands sticking in his dirt-blonde hair. His eyes roamed around the clearing, looking for me. Like he would find me, I was damn good at hide and seek.

"Oh, Gordo? Where are ya?" He prowled around like an animal, stifling laughter.

A few minutes later, I heard him murmur to himself, "Ah, must have doubled back on me. Gone back the other way. Ah, well. Find 'im later." And then he SHRUGGED OUT OF HIS SHIRT.

Now, I'd seen Chris shirtless on many occasions when we were twelve, but now – three years later – I envied his muscles. Stupid fucker didn't deserve 'em. Numb shit.

Then he started to unbuckle his jeans. I froze in my hiding place. Holy shit. Part of me wanted to jump up and warn him I could see, but some insane part of me stayed still. Surprised and chagrined as he slid them over his ankles and stepped out of his boxers.

I dived down, burying my face in the dirt. A couple 'a seconds later I heard a splash as he dived into the water. I peaked up and, seeing he had his back to me, snuck back home.

***

Later, I lay on my bed. Hands behind my head as I contemplated today's events. Why would it bother me to see my best friend naked? I mean, we were both guys and we both had.. uh, issues. Why was I freaking out about it? I knew the answer. I had liked it. Liked it too fuckin' much.

Gahhhh, I really need to get a girlfriend. I thought. Shaking the disturbing thoughts out of my head. I decided I would corner some girl at school when we went back, get my hormones flowing in the right direction.

As I was settling down to read, I heard a sharp snap coming from my window as a fist pounded against it. Chris.

"Will you stop that?" I snarled, flinging the latch up so he could climb in, "You're gonna break it one 'a these days."

He didn't laugh, just stood there looking at me strangely.

"Where the fuck did you run off to, Lachance? I was lookin' for you."

"I got tired of your dumbass voice. I came home."

I smiled, to show I didn't mean it, but I felt a strange stir in my chest as I surveyed Chris. His hair was still slightly damp, and his blue eyes sparkled.

"Hm. I was gonna ditch you anyway." He mumbled, flinging himself down on my bed as I shifted from foot to foot uneasily.

"Then what are you doin' here?"

"My old man's around. Been smackin' Eyeball up. Don't wanna get involved in that shit."

I nodded.

"You alright, Gordie? You're acting kinda strange. Somethin' wrong?"

"Naw," I murmured unconvincingly, my eyes on my feet. He sensed my unease and jumped up to stand next to me. He put an easy hand on my shoulder. Why did my heart have to race at the feel of his touch? This shit was freaky. Fuckin' hormones. Been away from girls too long.

He was staring at me, worried that I was unhappy. Damn him for being so perceptive.

"I'm fine, Chambers. Get off me, you pansie."

He laughed, and leaned back against the wall.

"You OK about school?" He asked.

"What's there to be OK about? Work. Crap food. Teachers. Eugh."

"Yeah, but hey, I'm thinkin' about gettin' a girl this term."

I looked up at him sharply.

"You are?"

"Yeah." He seemed surprised by my reaction. Shit, so was I.

"There must be a waiting list by now."

Chris had a little fanclub of giggling girls, but hadn't shown any interest up to that point.

He smiled. "I know, Lachance. Guess I'm just irresistible."

"Pffft.. if you say so. I'm thinkin' about getting a girl, too. As it happens."

His face was composed. "Cool. We can double date."

I laughed, relieving the tense bubble that had been building in my stomach. It was just too easy being around Chris. He'd had a shit time, but always had an upward attitude. Sure, he could talk some shit, but I honestly couldn't think of anyone who knew me as well as he did. We were a double act, and nothing could change that. We'd be friends forever, probably die in the same old folk's home. Side by side. Didn't sound like such a shit idea.

Haha. xD

Not your typical marysue, eh? I love GordiexChris stuff. Seems soo sweet! :D. Just to tease ya, I have the three next chaps in the doc manager ready to be uploaded. the more reviews, the sooner they will be added! I wanna see if its wroth putting them up. so if you want more soon, REVIEW!! lol i just love reviews...

Sorry this was so short. The next is much longer xx