Flynn, at age twenty, was going to college and leaving home. His family had moved to a rural part of California after his mom had gotten pregnant and CeCe had died in the crash. That was the worst day in his life. CeCe had been driving her car away from their urban apartment, after her mom had delivered the news, and she'd left in a fit. She had been speeding and didn't see a red light and just as another car was crossing the intersection, Way Street and Gong, as she sped past. It hit her and flipped her car twice. A piece of the windshield was driven into her heart and she died instantly. The bastard who'd killed her got of with a warning. After that Flynn had weakened and become soft, he'd become nice. Just the person you rely on when you needed a shoulder to cry on, or a friend to talk to. Then his best friend, Henry, moved. He moved to Ohio, somewhere in Columbus, which was also where his college was. He was hoping to run into him there.

"Bye mom," he said as he passed through the passage to the plane, in the LAX airport.

"I love you sweetie. If you ever need me I'll be right there," his mom said, tears streaking down her face.

He had been sitting on the plane's rough seat for two hours when he got very hungry. He ordered a small snack but it didn't sate his hunger in the least. He didn't order any more after the fifth or sixth snack. There were about ten minutes left in the flight and even though it was only about four hours it had felt like twenty years. On the flight he had wondered what it would be like to be in a warm hole, or cave. It was something he'd wondered for years and he was soon to find out.

He called a taxi to take him to his new apartment complex. It was a one-room apartment with the shower and toilet in a space small enough to be a minute walk-in closet. It was basically a giant's piece of shit, but it came fully furnished so it was worth it in the end. He made sure the heat and air worked, the hot and cold water, and all two doors.

When he finished checking it all out he climbed back into his taxi and headed to Mount Carmel College of Nursing. He checked in at the desk, which was run by a rather bitchy secretary. She directed him down a dark corridor and turned right into a door.

"Professor, we have a new student," she said.

"Ah, why don't you," the professor stopped and looked at Flynn in pure rapture, "this is Flynn. Why don't you take the seat in the front row."

"H-H-Henry!" Flynn yelled, "I missed you when you moved. I missed you when you moved. You should come over tonight. That is to my apartment. We need to catch up."

3

Later that night Henry knocked on the door. Flynn had just gotten out glasses for their drinks and the chicken had just started in the oven. It was going to be a perfect "get-together".

"Hey Henry," Flynn said hugging his friend.

Henry squeezed him back and said, "I missed you too Flynn."

"So why'd you move anyway?" Flynn asked as he led Henry to the table.

"Well that is when I became a professor at Mount Carmel College of Nursing," was Henry's reply. It almost made Flynn drop the bottle of wine he'd bought after school.

"You got a job when you were eight? Jeez, I knew you were an overachiever, but not that much of one."

"Yeah, well you know me. Didn't you notice something different about me earlier and now?"

Flynn looked up and down the twenty year-old's body and then saw he had no glasses, "Your glasses are gone!"

"Yep. My eyes got a lot better after I got to Ohio. About two years after to be exact."

Flynn couldn't get this odd feeling out of his head, "Hey Henry I have to tell you something."

"Yes?"

Just as Flynn was about to talk the oven beeped announcing the completion of the chicken, "Never mind."

Flynn got out plates and silverware and cut the chicken in half for the two of them to share. Flynn had put a little lemon in the chicken to make it zesty. They sat and ate for a long time. They caught up on the past couple years and agreed they needed to talk even more than before.

"Well I guess I should go now," Henry finally said.

"Okay. Let me show you to the door Henry."

Flynn got up and led Henry to the door, but as Henry crossed the threshold Flynn grabbed his shoulders, turned him around and kissed him.

"Flynn!" a very shocked Henry said.

"I know you hate me now but-" Henry cut off Flynn.

"No I don't. If I'd of known you thought of me like that a long time ago I'd of never left for the job."

"Damn I wish I knew you wouldn't have thought of me as a complete fag I'd have done that a long, long time ago."

3

At twelve in the morning a ringing phone woke Flynn up. He answered with barley audible words.

"Flynn Johnson, your mother was just killed by a car hitting her on the intersection, Way Street and Gong."

Flynn's face became nothing like the sweet, though gay male, which had been in his body earlier. His mom had died the same way his sister had died and his brother would have to be given to him.

A/N: I know the end was slightly sad. One more chapter to go .