Jack was sat on his bed, his back leaning against the wall. He couldn't help it, but every time he sat on his bed his mind would go back to the night he had called Spencer over and got him to drink with him...and then later slept with him four times in the space of three hours. Jack grinned as he remembered their positions...first: On the bed, with Jack on top. Second: On the bed, Jack laid on his back while Spencer sat on him. Third: On the floor, with Jack back on top. Fourth: On the bed under the covers, Jack laid behind Spencer.

It had been three weeks since that night.

Jack's grin eased into a thin line. He didn't understand, not one bit. He had thought that by having sex with Spencer –so many times in one night- he had finally showed him how he felt about him...but when he had woke up the next day around dinner time, Spencer was already gone. He didn't bother calling Spencer that afternoon, he had assumed his friend had left because he was embarrassed about waking up next to him after what they had done...but he had phoned him the day after, and the day after and the day after that...but Spencer didn't answer. Jack had phoned Spencer everyday for the past three weeks and he hadn't answered once.

It was hurting him. He didn't understand what he had done wrong. He didn't have any idea what he could have done that would be so bad that Spencer wouldn't answer his calls.

Jack grabbed his cell phone from his bedside table. It was time for his daily Spencer call.

******

Spencer was sat kneeling on the floor with his head hanging over the open toilet. He had been there for the past forty minutes...puking his guts up.

He felt his pocket vibrate. He pulled his cell out of his pocket and looked at the name on the screen: Jackie. He whimpered. He hated this...ignoring Jack and his phone calls, and been sick every morning.

He couldn't do this anymore, not on his own. He had to tell Jack.

He grabbed a handful of toilet paper from the side and wiped his mouth clean. The phone was still vibrating, so he flipped it open and pressed it to his ear.

Silence.

"...Hello..." Jack finally said.

"...H-hi..."

Jack sighed. "W-why...why haven't you-..." He cleared his throat. "Why haven't you been answering my calls?"

Spencer smiled sadly. He couldn't believe Jack was so upset about him not answering his calls...he was sure Jack wouldn't be that bothered about it, he just assumed Jack was calling to remind him teasingly about what they had done. "I-I...I don't know Jackie..."

"Y-you don't know!?" Jack asked in an angry and un-believed tone. "Why the hell don't ya'!?"

"Jackie, please...stop yelling at me. I don't feel so good...and you are not helping." Spencer mumbled down the phone.

"Yeah, you don't sound so good-Wait! Don't change the fucking subject Spence!" Jack said angrily, but he wasn't shouting anymore.

"Jackie, if you've just phone to yell at me I'm gonna hang up." Spencer said and laid his head on his arm, which was resting on the toilet seat.

"Don't you fucking dare Spencer!" Jack said angrily. "I...why haven't you been answering my calls? I even came over three times and you didn't answer, why?" He said. His tone had gone from angry to somewhat pleading and upset. "Do you have any idea how worried I was about you? How worried I still am?"

Spencer sighed shakily. "Oh, Jackie..."He started. His stomach heaved in and his head shot back up, so he was leaning over the toilet seat again. He breathed in and out deeply, trying to calm his stomach.

"Spence?"

"I'm okay, I'm okay..." Spencer said, more to himself than to Jack. "I...y-you know you're my best friend, right? I didn't mean to make you w-worry about me..." He said and laid his head down onto his arm again, trying to breathe evenly. "...I-I haven't answered your calls...o-or the d-door...because I don't know w-w-what you'll do..." Tears started to run down his cheeks and his voice cracked at the end, revealing to Jack that he was crying.

"What do you mean what I'll do? Why're you crying?" Jack asked; his voice was full of concern.

"...I-I don't want you t-to say...I'm a f-freak...I-I-I don't want you to hate me!" He sobbed into the phone.

"What're you talking about? I've never thought of you as a freak! And why the hell would I hate you? Spence, tell me what's going on."

"I-I...I'm...I c-can't lose y-you..." Spencer said. "J-Jack-gah!" He groaned and dropped his cell to the floor and leaned back over the toilet.

******

"Spencer?...Spence?" Jack asked anxiously down the phone. His eyes widened as he heard Spencer throwing up...and then he suddenly went quiet and the phone went dead. "Spencer!?"

Jack moved the phone away from his ear and looked at it a moment. It sank in...there was something wrong with Spencer. He shot off his bed and stuffed his phone in his pocket. He ran towards his bedroom door and then down the stairs.

"Jack?" Bobby asked from the living room.

Jack ignored his oldest brother and grabbed his shoes from near by the coat rack. He pulled them on quickly, not realising Bobby had come to stand next to the stairs. He stood up and walked towards the door, only to be stopped by Bobby grabbing his wrist.

"Slow down, Jackie. Where you going?"

"Let go, Bobby. I need to go!" Jack said loudly.

Bobby frowned. "Where?"

"Spencer. Something's wrong, he's in trouble." Jack said urgently and tried to pull away from Bobby.

"What do you mean something's wrong?" Bobby asked, frowning at his younger brother.

"Let the fuck go Bobby! Spencer needs me!" Bobby let go and let Jack run out of the house. Jack set off down the street. 'Spencer, Spencer, Spencer...'

******

Jack was pounding on the door to Spencer's apartment. "Spencer, please! Open up, please!" He said and then banged on the door again. He sighed and leaned his head on the door. A moment later he took a step back and then swung his foot at the door and then again and again.

On the third kick, the door crashed open and Jack ran into the apartment. "Spencer?" He yelled. He rushed to the bedroom.

No Spencer. He looked in the living room and the kitchen.

No Spencer. He ran to the bathroom, the last room in the apartment. "Spencer!"

Spencer was laid on the bathroom floor, his arms wrapped around his stomach and there was vomit leaking out of his mouth. His eyes were open, but they were hazy and made him look as if he was faraway...spacing out, or almost dead. "S-Spence?"

"J-Jackie...J-Jackie..."

End of chapter 2!

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