Author's Note: Hey guys, I haven't written anything for this site for a while! Did you all miss me? By the way, I am a total GeneXFinny fan. This was a dare. Look Mary-Kate, I can do it! points and laughs

By: UntaintedChild

Disclaimer: All characters in this belong to John Knowles, the author of this novel. I'm just borrowing his characters.

'Is This The Peace I'm Supposed to Look For?'

"Hey, throw that over this way!" Finny shouted, tossing his muscular arms way over his head. Leper glanced down at Gene's textbook,

"Finny, this is a really bad idea," he moaned, managing to make his tone match his expression.

"You're a chicken, what do you think GENE would do? Fry your eyebrows off with a brainwave?" he smirked, showing off his perfect grin. Leper smiled back meekly as he picked up the book and threw it over to Finny. Like the sports star he was, Finny caught the book and cradled it under his arm.

"Tell Gene I took his book hostage, I'll require a few simple favors before he can get it back," he said, in a tone that just screamed 'punch me in the mouth!' With that, he took off in a sprint, still cradling the 'precious' cargo. On cue, Gene returned to that location. Instantly, the only thing that came to his mind was 'Finny' and hell, who would have made a better guess? What made it even more obvious was Leper, who had a look of pathetic guilt written all over his face.

"Finny.. Took yo..your book," he shuddered as Gene sighed.

"Thanks," Gene started, "I believe I know exactly where he went,"

Reading Finny, Gene thought, was almost as easy and complex as trying to understand Latin. Most of the time it was pretty clear-cut, but occasionally you'd run into a 'muddy' translation. Right now though, all he could see was Finny on top of that dreaded tree, dangling the poor book from it's spine. "Oh god.. I better hurry!" he thought, because you never know how long a teenage boy can stay occupied in such a mindless task such as that. When he got closer, he knew he had been spotted because he heard Finny shout at the top of his lungs,

"This is my prisoner of war! Step forward commander and make the sacrifice to save your man!"

"What the HELL are you doing?" Gene asked, praying Finny wouldn't drop the book into the water. It would cost him a pretty penny if it got wet! "Damn it Finny! Give me back my book!" Gene cursed, slipping off his shoe and throwing it at the tree.

"Commander, attacking me will not help you achieve a thing!" he commented, wagging his finger back and forth.

"What do you want?" Gene asked, knowing already that it was a mistake to give into his game. Finny just smirked, exactly as planned.

"Oh Gene! Just a little favor to ask of you!"

"Oh god.. Here we go..." He thought, "And no, I am not going to streak around Devon! You may have gotten Chet to do it, but not me!" he shouted, as Finny made a noise that was either a moan or a chuckle, or a mix between the two.

"I want you to deliver something to Brinker for me for me," Finny stated simply.

"Do what now?" Gene asked in a state of awe. Finny and Brinker HATE each other, why would Finny want to give Brinker anything but a fat lip?

"I have a letter for him, I slipped it into your book. Make sure you deliver it to him before the end of the day," he said slowly this time.

"O...kay," Gene commented, "I would have done it without blackmail, if you were aware,"

"I know, but this was more amusing on my part," Finny laughed.

Automatically, Finny tossed off his shirt revealing his muscular form and looked down at the water, "I'm going to jump," he said, tossing the book down to Gene. He caught the book with ease and waited for the famous 'Finny swan dive'. With the most grace a human could possess, Finny's body slid underneath the surface of the water. Gene couldn't help but stare, the sick temptation to kiss him crawled up his spine again. He shook the thought out as Finny climbed out of the water. Anyone could agree, when Finny was soaking wet he looked like a Greek god. His beauty could never be...

"What, do I have a leech on me or something?" Finny asked, disrupting Gene's train of thought.

"No you moron!" he laughed, "Let's get back before we're missed!"

"You're becoming more like me everyday!" Finny said, satisfied with his progress. With that said, he tossed his clothes over his shoulder and headed back to the dorm. Although his face didn't show it, Gene was very bothered by this note business. Finny had told him everything up to this day, why was it any different now? He glanced both ways then opened the text book. A cream colored envelop caught his eye. With caution, he peeled back the glue and spread it out.

'Brinker,

Meet me at the library at midnight

-Finny'

Gene had no idea what to think or do, he just stared at the note for what seemed like endless hours. Why did Finny want to meet Brinker at midnight... At the library as well?

"I was hardly aware Finny even knew what a library was!" Gene thought. But even through this humor he was curious. And that was exactly what tempted him to spy on the two.

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"Hey Brinker," Gene called, holding up the note right under his nose.

"Thanks a lot Forrester," Brinker replied, taking the note with a smirk crossing over his lips. That note! Why was it driving Gene insane?

"11:30 PM, and Finny is still sitting around here..." Gene thought, glancing over his book and noticing the boy playing with an imaginary paddleball. At last;

"Goodnight Gene, I'm heading out for a while... I'll be back in an hour," Finny commented.

"Where are you going?" Gene inquired, narrowing his eyes.

"Why are you so suspicious?" Finny snapped back.

"I don't know, maybe it's 11:30 PM on a Sunday night!" Gene hissed.

"Maybe I want to meet a special someone!" Finny shot back with his own venom, a smile creeping over his lips while saying this. Finny had just hit a soft spot. "Now, I wish you adieu," he commented, exiting with grace.

"Finny, come back.. Please!" Gene whined, knowing this was an all time low for him. He couldn't help it, he threw down the book and followed him down the long Devon hallway.

Now, Gene wasn't the type to be particularly nosey, but he needed to know about this secret meeting. This meant everything to him, even more then the French exam he had the next morning. Which, by the way, he was sure he was going to fail. He traveled to the library; and with stupid luck, the door was swinging wide open. He felt his stomach drop as he advanced toward the light.

"Forrester, this is a BAD idea," he thought, but with that familiar impulse he opened the door...

"Why didn't I just stay back and study for that exam!"

----To be continued

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