AN: This chapter is going to sound a little monochromatic. Double Dee's narrative sounds like this at the moment because he's shell shocked. Our wonderful Dee, our baby, our blue eyed wonder, is hurt. He lives day by day and never says a thing. Not really that is. Until the Sisterwives and the Guys come to the rescue!

Ps. In case you're wondering, that little surprise from last chapter, that's a legit thing! Say whaaaaa-?! I know dshell99 (I love you girl!) isn't too happy with my little cliffhanger there. But, like I told her, up until this point, his "mother" is the one talking, the one making the decisions. His father will make another appearance. But in a way that let's Dee know he hasn't lost everyone. And that's what he needs most.


I've been living with Kevin and his family for a month now. I cannot bring myself to return to my house, not yet. Mr. Cage came by two weeks ago and told us about the phone call with my parents. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised by their reaction. My mother especially, seeing as she grew up in a very Christian household. They view homosexuality as a sin and abomination. Is that all I am to her? An abomination? Does she not love me? I am still me….is there really something wrong with me?

Every day at school, my friends try to talk to me. I am polite, I partake in the conversation. Small talk is all I can manage. I smile, I greet my friends and fellow students. But it's forced. I don't feel the same way I used to feel about school or the people I interact with. It's fake…..I'm fake. I no longer have parents, I am an orphan of sorts.

I am glad I texted Kevin….I'm not sure where I would be without him.

School has ended for the day. I walk home, ahead of everyone else. I know they're worried about me, but I can't bring myself to be around them. I know they care, but I can't bring myself to look into their eyes. Especially Kevin's…..I'm afraid to look at him. I'm afraid of what I would find, laying behind those green orbs of pure happiness and sunshine.

I walk in, take off my shoes by the front door, and proceed to the stairs with nary a word to Mrs. Barr, or Christine as she would prefer me to call her. I enter my designated room and shut then lock the door. Laying my bag on the chair, I crawl onto my bed, curling into a ball. Every day I do this, every day the tears I've been holding back come rushing to the forefront like a dam broken. I sob quietly into my pillow until I am asleep.

"Kevin. He's locked in his room again." Nat says to me one day after school. He's worried about him just like I am. "Yeah, dude, I know. I haven't been able to get him to come out the whole time he's been here. Ma's been able to get him to open the door for food and all, but he won't come out unless it's for the bathroom." I tell him, worry clear in my voice. Something else is there too, but I don't know what it is. But I think Nat knows. He always knows. "Well, we have to get him out of there somehow. It's not healthy. Is he depressed, maybe?" He asks, but he already knows. "Yeah, I think so, man. I don't know what to do for him. He won't let me in." I say. He sighs and we're quiet for a moment. He's tapping away on his phone, doing god knows what. Texting Rave maybe. Then, "I've got an idea. But it's going to require everyone, Kev." I look at him, startled. "Okay. What's up? Whatcha got going on inside of that head o'yours?" He taps something on his phone. "We could go away for the break. Invite everyone. I mean, between Princess and yours truly, we'll be able to pull it off." I think for a few seconds and the sound of Dee's door opening and then closing makes my decision for me. "Yeah, let's do it. But it'll be a surprise for Dee. He needs something to make him happy right now." Nat gives me a shit eating grin. "Great! Let's call the girls and the guys over and we'll discuss it over pizza."

Later that night, as we're all sitting around and talking and eating six different extra-large pizzas, we hear Dee's door opening. But we don't hear it shut. The quiet is sort of eerie as we wait to see what happens. I'm the first to get up and walk to the stairs. The sight that greets me is probably one of the most beautiful ones I've ever seen. Double Dee, my Double Dork, is standing at the top of the stairs with a pair of my old sweat pants on and a wife beater. His usual black beanie is gone, revealing inky black waves, and he looks sheepish, a light dusting of a blush is coloring his cheeks. "G-greetings, K-Kevin. I hope it is alright that I borrowed some of your clothes. It seems that I have neglected my laundry a bit. My pajamas are dirty." He explains. "Nah, dude. You're cool. They were too small for me anyway. C'mon down. Everyone is here and they want to see you." I say. I could tell he was nervous about the clothes at first, but he visibly relaxed once I told him it was okay. I smiled up at him on impulse and he smiled back.

Before we went back to the living room, Double Dee grabbed my hand. Looking down at our entwined hands, my heart started beating faster in my chest. Like when a hummingbird beats its wings. Looking back up at him, I asked, "Everything okay, Dee?"

"Yes, Kevin. Everything is fine. I just wanted to thank you."

"For what?"

"For helping me this past month. I don't know what I would have done without you."

I stared at him for a minute, I squeezed his hand and he returned the gesture. "Don't sweat it, Dee. It's what friends do. We're there for each other when the other is in need. Ya know?"

He stared at me for a moment and before I knew what was happening, he had stepped up on his toes and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you, Kevin. I really am grateful for you…..and your friendship." He sauntered (if you can even call that sauntering) off to the living room. Leaving me where I stood with my hand to my cheek. I couldn't help but smile. Maybe there was hope for me after all.

"So wait, you mean to tell me that she KNEW your parents this whole time and she never said a word about it?" Sy said. I knew Sy would be angry once Double Dee explained what was going on. He looked a little sheepish. "Yes. But I can't bring myself to be mad at her. I can't."
"Why can't you be mad?" Marie asked, a little exasperated.
"She straight lied to you dude. She held something back from you, omitted part of the truth. You should be mad. Angry even!" Krissy put in, but she was too happy with her pork roll to put much emotion into the statement. (AN: Hope you like that tidbit Krissylove!)

"Pfft! Double Dee should just unfriend her and throw her butt to the curb! He doesn't need that kind of negativity in his life." Amber said, but she was busy with her sandwich so she didn't pay much mind either. Although, she was shaking her fist in the air. It was comical. Almost. I snickered at her. Amber did always know when to try to lighten the mood….or darken it. You never really could tell with her sometimes.

Nazz looked up from tapping on her phone. She thought I didn't know, but I knew. She was always texting Eddy. Much as I dislike Skipper, I hope he makes her happy. "Amber," She started, "Dude. Why are you shaking your fist?" She giggled. "Anyway. Dee, maybe she has another reason for hiding part of the truth. You won't know until you ask."

"And what in the hell kind of reason would she need to keep part of the truth from Double Dee?! She lied to him, Nazz. LIED TO HIM. I see no other reason than the fact that she's using our poor little Double Dee." Jessi Anne pouted and scooted closer to Devynn who then wrapped her up in a blanket she had brought along and gave her tea. They've been best friends since grade school, so it only made sense that they would be closer than sisters.

"I think," Devynn stated, "That Double Dee should go talk to her. See what she has to say. And if it isn't anything you want to hear, throw her to the curb! But not before you ask her about her newest line though! I needs the newest line!"

"Ya'll, stop your yammering. Most of ya'll aren't even making sense!" Sy had said. At that, everyone started talking at once. They were all arguing over this theory or that theory. Poor Double Dee. All he wanted to do was explain to everyone, in some way, what he was feeling and what he thought he should do. And no one was listening to him. He sank back into the couch and adopted a gloomy look on his face. Like part of him wanted to go back upstairs to his room. I got up and walked over to where he was sitting on the couch. I sat down beside him and wrapped my arm around his shoulders. He immediately curled into my side, head on my shoulder. This felt….nice. Right, even. I held him closer to me and sighed. This entire venture was getting us nowhere. But, something seemed off. I didn't hear Princess talking. Uh oh….this was about to get very bad, very fast. I looked over to where I thought she was sitting. She was uncharacteristically quiet.


AN: Okay...so I realize that I may have forgotten about the guys...and I'm very sorry about that. I think in the next chapter I'll skip some of the filler (because let's be honest, this is a crap chapter and it's filled with filler stuffs) and go straight to a vacation or something. And I know some of you are hoping for a KevEdd pairing soon!