So this is just Ramos's take on the same chapter. I've had this written for months but wasn't going to post it because it's repetitive. If anyone is reading this, I just don't want you to think that I've forgotten about it. I haven't had any inspiration for it but I'm going to work on all my unfinished stories.

Chapter 2

Ramos still couldn't believe it had happened. To him for Christ sakes. One day, he was a heterosexual stud and the next…well, he was macking for guys. To make matters worse, it wasn't just random guys. It was one in particular. Danjou Epps, fellow detention-goer and someone he considered a friend. It wasn't long before he realized just how much he didn't know about his "friend."

Ramos was considered one of the lucky ones in the 'hood. His parents were still together and reasonably happy, as happy as you can be raising four kids in a two bedroom apartment. When he'd gotten old enough, he'd gotten a job at a gas station and had given most of his earnings to his family. Except he'd wanted more and he began selling drugs. He was busted a few times, a stint in juvie (which he never wanted to repeat), and enough fights until he was sentenced to detention for the entire school year.

His sweet mama had smacked him upside the head, grounded him from all non-school activities but he enjoyed detention because he got to hang with his friends and the hosting teachers never bothered them.

Until Pierre Dulaine had shown up, it had given him a chance to be up close and personal with some hot ladies and while he enjoyed women, enjoyed having sex with them, there was something missing. He wasn't sure what it was but then he stared into the brown eyes of Danjou and his heart skipped a beat as cheesy as that was. It became easy to become entangled in a love triangle that wasn't actually a triangle. He wanted Danjou, Danjou wanted Sasha, and Sasha didn't want either of them.

He played his part and he played it well because one day Danjou had punched him in the jaw. And wasn't that surprising? In the code of the neighborhood, he should have wanted revenge. But he didn't. He just wanted to talk. That had given him his second surprise. Danjou wasn't home. All weekend he'd looked for him and Sunday night Danjou had finally shown up in a new Chevy truck with some big man driving. The man hugged Danjou and he scowled. Who was this man and why was he hugging Danjou?

He was so relieved that Danjou was alright and that his dead body wasn't stuffed in a ditch somewhere that he'd grabbed Danjou and shoved him against the wall. "What the fuck was that?"

Danjou started to push back against him and Ramos hoped that Danjou would hit him. He needed something to work off a little steam. He could tell when Danjou recognized him because he stopped pushing against him and went past him instead. "What the fuck was what?"

It annoyed him that Danjou wouldn't tell him where he'd been. They were friends; they shouldn't have secrets from one another. He reminded himself that he had secrets from Danjou and that meant Danjou could have them from him. He grabbed the other's boy's shoulders and turned him around. His heart skipped a beat again when Danjou touched his jaw, rubbing against the bruise that he'd given Ramos. Ramos inhaled sharply and Danjou pulled his hand away quickly.

Ramos shook his head, disappointed that Danjou wasn't touching him anymore. "Where have you been?" he asked. It sounded more like a demand than a question and he could see the annoyance in Danjou's eyes.

"What business is it of yours?"

"I've been looking for you for three days."

"Why were you looking for me?"

He shrugged and muttered, "I'm always looking for you." He smiled at the corniness of the line and knowing that for now that would be the closest he came to admitting his feelings aloud. "You did hit me, you know."

"Listen, I'm going inside. You can follow or not, I don't care."

The offer was reluctant but Ramos followed him anyway. They bypassed the elevator, thankfully, because Ramos had stopped by once to see Danjou and it had shaken and groaned the whole way up and he'd been afraid that the cables were going to snap and he'd plummet to his death. Danjou hadn't been home and he'd taken the stairs on the way down. He stuck close, sure that if Danjou could, he'd leave him behind. Not to mention that this way he could study Danjou's tight ass.

They walked into the dark apartment with Danjou flipping on lights until he found a note on a table. Ramos rose up on his toes to read over Danjou's shoulder. He smiled slightly. He could see the answer to the question he'd asked. "Uncle?"

"Yeah, I work at his farm on the weekends."

"How long have you been doing that?" It was the first time he'd heard about it and he wondered why he didn't know.

"Almost five years."

"You can go sit down if you want. I'll be right back." He watched Danjou walk down a short hall, obviously to his room and told himself that he had no business feeling hurt that he didn't know. But it just proved that while he considered Danjou his closest friend, he didn't know as much as he thought. He sat on the couch, wondering how to become closer to Danjou. He picked up the architecture book that Danjou had shown Sasha and thumbed through it absently.

Danjou came back into the living room and sat on the other end of the couch. Ramos glanced at him to make a comment but kept still. Danjou was sitting there with his eyes closed and Ramos used the opportunity to study his face. When Danjou's eyes finally opened, Ramos opened his mouth and the first thing he could think of popped out. "You like architecture?"

He berated himself for acting like an idiot. He'd never had problems like this when he'd been into girls.

"Yeah." And that was it. Ramos sat there, expecting more but not getting anything.

"I don't want to fight."

The words were whispered harshly and Ramos was surprised. He wanted to talk but apparently it was too soon.

"No one is fighting. I want to get to know you." He stood. "But not tonight. Too soon. I know what it's like to be playing a part."

He turned and smirked while opening the door. "One day we'll know each other's secrets, but until then, peace." He slipped out the door and hurried to get away.

This wasn't going to be the last time he came here, he knew that. He wondered how long it would be before Danjou understood what he meant.