Chapter 4

Party to remember part 1

An: I want to apologize for how long it's taken me to get this chapter up. Computer got messed up and hadn't been fixed until recently and by that point I had lost motivation to update it. But I got around to it and here ya go. If the chapter's short or crappy I apologize. Again I've been away and lack of motivation. If you're actually reading this well than good for you and enjoy the chapter!

The final bell rings letting students of John Hughes High School know that classes are over for the day. CeCe isn't the first to lave her class but she's definitely in the top ten as she makes her way to her locker trying to see Rocky and apologize for her attitude at lunch. She waits a few minutes waiting on Rocky only for the grim realization to wash over her. Rocky isn't coming. Tinka stops when she reaches the red heads locker with her hair done up in a ponytail.

"CeCe what's wrong? You look like someone insulted your make up which is looking very plain as per usual." Tinka gets in not being able to control herself. CeCe doesn't say anything as she sighs. Tinka raises an eyebrow at the girl in question and she crosses her arms. "Well are you going to tell me what's wrong so I can tell you to get over it and we can leave to get ourselves prettied up for the party or are you going to stand around all day?" She asks showing how she doesn't want to waste time.

CeCe only glances at Tinka with puppy dog eyes making the blonde sigh. "Alright stop pouting and get your butt into gear! I want to actually get to the party," She mutters the last bit to herself as she grabs CeCe and drags her out the front doors of the school.

Andrew walks into Crusty's with his bag full of clothes and other stuff. He walks into the kitchen and heads to the employee room dropping his stuff next to Deuce's stuff. Deuce looks over at him and he smiles.

"You ready for tonight?" Deuce asks visibly bouncing up and down with excitement. Andrew gives him one of his genuine smiles as he finds the Latino's childish antics hilarious. "I am pretty excited for the party but dude lay of the soda," Andrew says with a laugh. A light tint of pink touches Deuce's cheeks at this.

As Andrew's making his way to the door Deuce pipes up. "You know everyone's been talking about you," he says his voice sounding quiet. Andrew stops and looks straight at the door. He can feel his smile spreading across his face. "What are they saying?" He asks trying his best not to sound amused. Deuce plays with his fingers as he looks at Andrew's back. "They think you did something to me. Because I'm not so close with CeCe anymore." Deuce says hating how stupid it sounds. Andrew's smile doesn't let up as he breaks into a fit of laughter.

Deuce watches him slightly confused as to why he's laughing. Curse him for being so slow when it comes to thinking things through. Andrew sits down at the table and gives Deuce a pat on the shoulder.

"Doesn't surprise me. I mean you've blown friends off to hang out with me a lot these past few days," Andrew says while looking up at the Latino. Deuce shakes his head. "Well I mean how can I not? You've been telling me all about everything that's happened to you back at your old school," he says taking a seat next to Andrew. Andrew sighs as he thinks about it all.

"I mean I know you hate talking about it but you're not going to be treated like that in this school because you have people that well help you. I know you find that hard to believe but you have to trust me on this." Deuce says with a frown. Andrew makes fists at his sides as Deuce says these words. His breathing becomes hallow and longer as his heart begins to race.

The sound of Deuce's uncle asking for the two is just the ticket Andrew needs to get out of this conversation as he jumps up. "Come on Deuce. We have work to do." And with that the conversation is over and Andrew is out the door before Deuce can question him.

Andrew well eventually have to accept everything that has happened in the past but right now he doesn't want to think of any of it.

Ty and Gunther sit on the couch in the Jones apartment watching a hyperactive Flynn play video games while asking the two questions.

"So you plan on moving in with Ty when he graduates?" Flynn asks not taking his eyes off the T.V screen. "Yes we do plan on moving in together. We also plan on going to the same college. I'm going to take a year off and wait for Gunther to graduate and then we'll sign up for college," Ty says with a smile on his face as he takes Gunther's hand in his own. The two smile at each other with that loving look they've shared ever since they started dating.

"Isn't it going to be hard going to school without Ty though? I mean aren't you picked on at school?" Flynn asks not knowing how touchy Gunther is on the subject. Gunther's breath hitches and Ty freezes. "What," Ty asks in shock as he looks at Gunther.

Gunther avoids looking at Ty. He doesn't want to see the anger on his perfect face. A face that everyone loves. One that a fag like him doesn't deserve with a perfect smile and brown eyes that should be pleasing some girl or some other guy.

Gunther doesn't know what happens exactly but he does know that Ty is kissing him. But it's not like just a simple kiss. It's one filled with passion. A kiss that's meant to take Gunther's tears and pain away. And it does.

Ty slowly removes his lips from Gunther's and can't fight going back in for another kiss. Gunther responds immediately this time and he puts a hand on the back of Ty's head as he deepens the kiss. Everything in the world disappears as the only thing that's important to them are; well each other.

"EW GROSS!" Both boys split apart with smiles on their faces as Flynn covers his eyes. "Can't you do that somewhere else!" He whines making both teens look at each other with devious smiles. They share a quick kiss which makes Flynn yell in disapproval before they turn back to watching Flynn.

"Well now that the love fest is over can one of you make me something to eat? I'm hungry," Flynn says using his little boy charm to get what he wants. Gunther gets to his feet with Ty fallowing behind him as they both head to into the kitchen. Flynn leans back with a smile on his face. "Aw. Little boy charm."

"And I didn't mean to make her angry it's just that I can't help it because we have this constant bickering streak," CeCe cries into her ice cream cup while taking mouth fulls. Tinka rubs her temples while her hair stylist does her hair. The two sit in the malls best hair salon which just happens to be owned by Tinka's aunt so she gets free hair styles and all the sparkles she desires.

"CeCe just stop thinking about it! Gosh if you'd just install a filter on your mouth you wouldn't have to worry about saying something stupid. And hopefully won't say anything at all." Tinka mutters to herself while the woman doing her hair makes a sound of approval.

CeCe looks at her spoon full of ice cream before shoving it into her mouth. She's been a wreck ever since they left the school. She's tried texting Rocky but all her texts seem to be ignored as Rocky doesn't respond. Of course the first thing Tinka did was get her some ice cream and then rushed to the salon hoping to lose CeCe in a crowd of kids. But as it appears luck was against her today.

"Look annoying red headed girl, if you want to make up with your friend go find her! Don't sit and mope around the store like a crazy wackado. It's surprisingly bad for business," The woman doing Tinka's hair says while looking at the mirror thoughtfully. Tinka rolls her eyes at this and turns her attention to the hot mess that CeCe has become.

"CeCe Jones man up! Your boyfriend is Deuce Martinez you need to wear the pants in the relationship or else you'll be doomed to low paying jobs with a dead beat husband and four or five kids!" Tinka practically yells making CeCe jump out of her chair. "I can not let that happen! The low paying job thing, I actually wouldn't mind kids," she says easily going off topic as usual.

Tinka groans and throws her head back with a frustrated sigh. "Why do I bother? It's like talking to a brick wall." She mutters to herself before going off in her home countries language.

CeCe looks at herself in the mirror as she thinks about what Tinka said. She's right. She needs to wear the pants and go find Rocky to apologize for everything. Can't let everything fall onto Deuce's shoulders because he'll crack under the pressure. After a minute two wires in CeCe's head connect as she realizes she looks like a mess.

Anyone walking by the store would think someone was getting killed from the scream that can be heard. CeCe burst into a bathroom with her purse in hand while still screaming. Tinka's sigh of relief is all the employee needs to hear before she gets back to work on fixing up Tinka's hair.

"Music to my ears," Tinka says with a relaxed tone.

After serving a rather snotty customer, Andrew walks back to the kitchen putting the order he jotted down on a string for the kitchen staff to get to work on. He grabs glasses and fills them with the requested drinks and turns around nearly smacking into Deuce.

"Whoa man, little lost in thought," Deuce asks with a smile as he steps out of Andrew's way. Andrew sighs and says, "No just some snotty customers that I want to tell where to go, no big deal." Deuce puts his hand out in front of Andrew stopping him from going out with the drinks and he says something so quiet that Andrew can barley hear him.

"Sometimes I drop my gum into a customers drink." And with that he pulls his hand back. Andrew smiles and makes it look like his gum falls without him noticing as it lands perfectly into the drink and sinks to the bottom. "Thanks Martinez," he says with a sinister smile. "Don't mention it Mayo," he replies with a smile on his face.

Andrew walks out of the kitchen and hands the snotty customers their drinks fighting the urge to smile as he watches the man take a mouth full of his drink through the provided straw.

As he walks by Deuce he makes sure to high five him as they share a knowing smile. This is something Andrew misses. Being able to walk around knowing people aren't saying things about him.

As he's making his way to a table with teens waiting for their order to be taken he stops instantly recognizing their faces. His breath stops as he looks at them, his hands shaking.

"Rapist." A sudden voice says in his head. He flinches at the harsh tone that only he can hear.

"I bet he touches little kids too. Fucking freak." Another voice says. He closes his eyes hoping to get the image of them out of his head and make the voices stop.

"I told you that it was a matter of time before he raped someone. Guys like him are all the same!" A girls voice says and he can picture her glaring at him while she talks to her friend.

"No," Andrew says quietly as the voices begin to get louder and harsher. He can see his parents looking at him disappointed as the cop undoes his cuffed hands with a disgusted look. Him trying to explain to his parents that he would never do such a thing only for his father to say how disappointed in him he was.

The sound of a finger snapping breaks him out of his inner thoughts as he opens his eyes and sees a concerned Deuce standing in front of him.

"You alright man? You were standing here with your eyes closed after you looked at the people at that table. Did they know you? I mean they got up and gave you these looks as they left but I didn't say anything," Deuce says confused and looking for answers as he studies Andrew's face.

Andrew runs his hand over his face. Clearly no one at his old school has forgotten about what happened to him. He starts walking to the kitchen while saying, "I'm alright Deuce, stop worrying about me." Deuce frowns and watches Andrew walk into the kitchen.

Deuce is concerned about him. Andrew has told him bits and pieces about his old school and how he was an outcast. Maybe the people that had once been sitting at that table were from his old school. He contemplates going after them but decides against it and to go after Andrew.

"Hey Deuce your table's order is ready," His cousin says as Deuce walks into the kitchen. "Can you take care of that? I have to do something." Deuce doesn't let his cousin reply as he's already walked by.

He walks to the employee room thinking of ways he could ask Andrew about what actually happened at his old school without upsetting him. His hand rests on the door handle before pulling it open to see Andrew going through his bag with a packet of something sitting next to it. His eyes linger on the packet confused.

*Grass? Why would Andrew be carrying a packet of-.* Deuce quickly moves from his spot at the door and grabs the packet making Andrew jump. Their eyes meet and Andrew flinches away from the look Deuce is giving him.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Deuce yells trying to keep himself under control. Andrew's eyes dart from the packet to Deuce's eyes . He'd been found out. Again. He was going to be kicked out, word was going to spread and people were going to hear of what had happened to him at his old school. The judgemental eyes would return and the whispering and harsh words would come back.

His hands rise to his head as he curls in on himself and starts to visibly shake. "Please make them stop," he nearly cries as his eyes focus on the floor. His hands tremble and he can feel the cold eyes looking at him. Can hear people saying things. Can feel people turning against him. Can see her smiling at him with her knowing smile. "Make them stop looking at me! I don't want this! Not again!" He yells with pure terror in his voice.

Deuce stands over Andrew. Shocked isn't the word to explain how he's feeling. He's scared because he doesn't know what to do. Andrew's freaking out in front of him, slowly rocking himself while taking sharp intakes of breathe. He's sure everyone in the restaurant can hear him; and then there's the fact that if someone comes in they'll see him holding the packet in his hands.

First things first. Deuce quickly shoves the packet in his hands into his pocket before getting down in front of Andrew. He puts his hands on Andrew's shoulders hoping for something good to come out of it. Nothing. Andrew just flinches away from the touch as his eyes mist over.

*What did mom always say when it came to someone having a panic attack?* Deuce mentally yells at himself. "Andrew you need to look at me," He says while trying to calm himself. Andrew continues to shake while taking shallow breathes.

*Alright well how about getting him to look at me?* Deuce's hands move to Andrew's face and force him to look directly at him. "You need to calm down. I'm not going to hurt you in any way. You're a good friend of mine and I don't hurt friends." Deuce says with a calming tone actually looking surprised when he realizes it's working. Andrew's breathing starts to slow down from the sharp intakes he was just doing.

Andrew slowly closes his eyes and moves his hand over his face. The voices slowly stop and the looks he could feel slowly disappear. He opens his eyes and looks at the Latino who's crouched in front of him looking at him with a light smile.

"I got to admit, never thought you would be the one to help me through a panic attack." Andrew says earning a chuckle from Deuce. The tense feeling in the air dissipating into nothing which Andrew is thankful for.

The door to the room opens and the sound of Deuce's uncle Frank voice can be heard as he walks in. "What's with all the ye-," He stops and looks at the two with wide eyes. Deuce jumps to his feet and raises his hands already knowing what his uncle is thinking. "Get that thought out of your head uncle Frank! We were not doing anything!" Deuce says his voice full of panic. Frank raises his hands and slowly walks over to Deuce pulling him into a hug.

Deuce's looks at the ceiling confused as to what his uncle is doing when he feels his uncle rubbing his back. "It's okay Deuce. I'm perfectly alright with it. You're my nephew and I could never hate you. Your mother would put me in the ground if I even thought of yelling at you for being this way," Frank says with a hint of fear in his voice. Deuce gets out of his uncles hold and goes to say something when he points to Andrew.

"If you're going to be dating my nephew I promise you that if you break his heart I'll be breaking you." Andrew smiles and nods his head while Deuce gaps at him. "Uncle Frank!" Deuce yells but it goes ignored as he turns back to the door, giving them one last smile before walking out. Andrew goes to say something but Deuce shuts him up with a blush on his face. He turns to Andrew who's still sitting on the floor with a smile.

Deuce slips the packet out of his pants and tosses it into Andrew's bag before pointing at him. "We don't talk about anything my uncle just said, got it? Now I have to go explain to him that I'm not that way." Deuce says with an embarrassed tone. Andrew gets up and pats Deuce on the back. "Too bad. I think your uncle thought we made a cute pair," Andrew says with a laugh walking out of the room with Deuce right behind him complaining while Andrew edges him on.

When Flynn walks out of the room Ty instantly turns to Gunther with a serious expression. "Why haven't you been telling me about what's been going on at school? You know I hate it when you don't tell me people are picking on you," Ty starts with a frown. Gunther stays silent, he doesn't want his voice to sound week in front of Ty. He wants to make him believe that he can handle himself or else Ty well never take a year off and well stay in the school with Gunther until a cop drags him out of the school.

He takes a few calming breaths as he thinks what he's going to say over in his head. He opens his mouth but Ty stops him with his hand raising as he checks his phone. Gunther hides the hurt expression with a curious one as he looks at Ty expectantly waiting for him to let him know what's going on. "So Deuce texted me and said the party well be starting a little later and that we can start showing up at eight thirty instead of seven thirty." Ty says before slipping his phone back into his pocket.

"Did he say why?" Gunther asks regretting it as he says a look flash on Ty's face before he hides it and nods his head. "He and Andrew won't be getting off when they thought they were so their going to be busy getting the place set up," Ty says. Gunther raises an eyebrow at this. Ty has been acting differently ever since Andrew and Deuce had seemed to become buddies. Maybe if Deuce was into Andrew he could see why because then he'd be cheating on his red headed girlfriend. Sure he can admit he's let his eyes linger on Andrew every once in a while; more so when they share a gym period and their in the locker room changing their clothes but that isn't something Ty needs to know.

"Is their something wrong?" He asks not buying it when Ty instantly shakes his head. He doesn't push but he does note it and plan on talking to him about it later. Ty can be the jealous type especially when it comes to his friends. Yea that's probably it.

"Now what were you going to say before I cut you off?" Ty asks with an apologetic smile. Gunther can't help but smile back at him and shake his head. "It's not important," Gunther says with a laugh. When Ty changes the subject Gunther notes it as well. Ty would never change the subject about him getting bullied. Ever. Something is bothering him.