I'm still highly unsure of how long my story is going to be, but I know I'm not anytime soon gonna all of a sudden say "Oh, yeah, this is the last chapter." I know that for sure, at least. I'm trying to make it as long as I can before it starts to get boring—which hopefully it never does. Anyways, I'm just making up the story as I go along, though it has a plot, and I'm planning some things out. Just not all of them. Okay, now this is just getting long. You can stop reading my babble now and read the chapter.

For a minute Sam sat there, wondering who it could be and asked himself if he really wanted to answer. He was mad…sort of. He didn't want to talk to anyone…except everyone. He was in just a towel and was still dripping wet. And he was thinking if he wanted to answer the door? Nah, no way. Whoever it was could kiss his-

"Sam," he heard from the other side. Uh…He had forgotten about him. He just stood in place and watched it, envisioning David there on the other side. "Listen, Paul can be a jackass. Don't listen to him—you know we all don't want to see you hurt." David's voice made him melt right there on the spot. The way it was so caring and sincere made his stomach flutter. "Sammy." He couldn't find his voice and settled for speaking to him mentally.

I know…but I was just so embarrassed to be seen like that in front of everyone…

"Can you come out?"

I'm in a towel. Despite his small "crush" on David, one of his worst fears was to be seen by someone he liked in almost nothing.

"So throw some clothes on, then," was his smart reply. Sam did just that and was surprised that he was motivated to do so, tossing on a shirt and a pair of boxers. He opened the door and was met with a leather jacket. He nearly smacked into him David was standing so close to the door frame, and he felt hands come out and touch his shoulders so he didn't. He tilted his head up a little—David was a few inches taller—and stared as ice blue eyes met hazel ones. His was so focused on David's face he shivered when a cold hand reached up to touch the sore spot under his jaw line. His eyes flashed down to the arm that was outstretched and looked at David questioningly. The contact was different and Sam wasn't sure how to react. "Are you okay?" He realized David had been examining his bruise and wasn't touching it just because he wanted to. He could only nod lightly and focus on how to breathe right.

All he could think about was how David was touching him. He was actually feeling his hand on his neck. It made Sam embarrassed again and looked around to find the cave barren. "They left," David stated. "I thought it would be better if someone talked to you alone." And of course David was the only one who qualified for that. Sam would not want to talk to his brother of course. Paul was the one who pissed him off, Dwayne would just be more awkward than anything, and Marko couldn't be serious if his life depended on it. And that left David…

"If you'd rather me leave—" Sam cut him off by shaking his head vigorously.

"No. This—this is, is fine…" He stammered and cursed the butterflies in his stomach. As soon as that one thought flew in his mind his stomach growled again loudly and he flushed. David brought a hand up higher to present him with the Chinese food Sam tossed to the side before. He gaped. "How'd you—" It was beyond him how the food suddenly appeared and just laughed it off and took the cardboard box that was being offered. "Thank you," he said sincerely.

David's sweet and gentle expression changed into more of something he gave to the rest of the Lost Boys. "Eat fast," he ordered, and Sam looked rather confused. He looked down and pushed past David to sit on the couch and eat. Before he made it Marko came tumbling in. His rather white face was enough for Sam to move out of the way when he ran by with his hand over his mouth. He heard the bathroom door swing open and was grateful he was unable to hear the vomiting.

He settled for eating standing up and pulled the chop sticks out of a holder on the side of the box, fishing out the long noodles. He ate fast. He was surprised how hungry he was and wanted to do as David had ordered. In no time he picked it clean and found an overflowing garbage can in a corner. He carefully stood it on top and hoped it would stay. After all, he was practically a guest.

"A permanent one." David responded to his thoughts from his wheelchair as he lit up a cigarette. Sam gulped at the word "permanent". It seemed such a big word to use and not expect someone to become nervous or worse—freak out. "You'll like it here, Sammy." He hoped he would.

-*Elsewhere*-

Michael sitting on the end of a motel bed, fidgeting and swallowing hard. He was waiting for Star, who told him to meet her there at exactly ten. He wasn't nervous. No, he was just unsure. What if Sam was right? What if Star turned out to be just craving sex and once they did that he would never be able to get rid of her while she bitched and whined their whole lives? Worst case scenario, Michael. Chill. But still…

It wasn't like he was a virgin or anything—definitely not. He was a senior for crying out loud and just like everyone said—teenage boys only have one thing on their minds. Nine fifty-eight…

He could still back out of this. If he didn't have that one side of him that was stupid enough to stay. He crossed his legs, then his ankles, and then started twiddling his thumbs. Nine fifty-nine…

He felt so wrong doing it, and that clock kept rotating until there was officially thirty seconds until she would be here. Time to decide, Michael. Stay or go…

He couldn't take it and shot upright, almost running out of the room. He fast-walked to the main room in the motel, hardly caring that Star was tongue kissing with the front desk person, as she sat on the desk with her legs wrapped around his waist. Her shirt was halfway unbuttoned and they felt each other up. Michael just kept walking out and didn't look back when he heard Star call out his name when she noticed him. Fuck you, he mentally told her, hoping she heard. He only wanted to see one person.

He left the nearly deserted place and headed back to downtown Santa Carla. Like usual half the lights were shut off and the rest soon would be. He found him leaning on a brick building in the shadows. "You were right," Michael told him. "I feel like such a dumbass for not seeing it."

"Don't beat yourself up. We were all fooled at first," Dwayne comforted. They walked further down an alley, talking about Star at first. The conversation took a header toward mates. Dwayne said that Marko said that David said that Max said everyone had a soul mate out there somewhere—someone that was your other half. Someone that could complete you and make you happy forever. Michael said it sounded almost cheesy. "But it's true," Dwayne told him. "There's someone made especially for you."

Michael laughed. "Yeah right." He gave Dwayne a playful shove and it was returned with an even harder one. Michael kept laughing as they pushed and shoved each other. Dwayne pulled his head down in a head lock and Michael slipped out and was pressed up against a wall. Dwayne gripped the collar of Michael's jacket and for a minute actually looked at each other. The laughing and smiles subsided into something way more somber. All Michael could hear was the even breathing of Dwayne and for a moment it seemed everything stopped just so he could watch him.

Dwayne closed the gap between them and pressed his lips to the others. Michael instantly sighed and they both opened their mouths to deepen it. Michael knew what people meant now when they talked about the instant sparks that flew. He wanted more of it, but even more, he never wanted it to end.

The fingers that were around Michael's jacket collar slowly crawl up to touch his face. Their hands were hesitant, and Michael's hands felt so empty that he, too, slowly brought them up to grasp at Dwayne's upper back, just under his shoulder blades. It allowed him to pull the other closer, and they both moaned. Dwayne's hands dropped. Down his neck, passed his muscular chest and lean stomach. Lower and lower. When he felt Michael's belt he slowly and gently pulled apart their kiss.

Michael breathed heavy and waited before opening his eyes and looking at Dwayne again. "Someone made especially for me," Michael repeated from earlier. Dwayne nodded.

-*Elsewhere*-

"I thought he was overreacting, David! What kind of man cries over his mom?" Paul sat on his bike, trying to apologize to Sam without having to actually say he was sorry. His hangover made all his answers stab Sam deeper with the edge on his voice that made things worse. But that was just Paul all the time. Not just when he had a headache.

"Paul…" David repeated for the tenth time that night, still waiting for him to apologize.

"I'm not saying it! I said what I wanted to say," he whined. "I won't!"

"David, it's fine—" Sam began.

"No," he interjected. "It isn't. We've put up with all his complaints for five god damn years and in remorse for him came up with the rule that we didn't say things like that and mean it!" His voice rose higher as he talked. "Paul," he barked.

"Fine. I'm sorry!" He leaned forward on his bike and almost yelled the insincere apology. Sam could tell that he didn't actually mean it, but it was good enough for David. The rest of the night was spent with them going on a ride here and there, and Sam and David trying not to explode at Paul with his grumpy attitude as he complain, whined and grumbled. David, not being as self-controlled as Sam was, blew up after a half an hour.

"Go home and bitch to Marko or something," he snapped. He had other things he wanted to say to Paul coming into his head a mile a minute, but wanted to let him off with just one thing—of course only for Sam's sake. Paul glared and trudged back to the cave, mumbling profanities and insults as he went.

Sam started laughing and David's head snapped in his direction. "What," he demanded.

"Oh, nothing. It's just—you treat them like they're your children or something!" Sam continued snickering and David found it almost insulting at first. He opened his mouth to say something when he thought that Sam was actually right; he did. The glare that was always frozen onto his face lifted. He had to change his whole expression to be able to crack a small smile and laugh once, shaking his head.

He watched Sam's shoulders shake as he laughed at how David treated the other boys, and a thought crossed his mind and he instantly spoke it. "Are you still hungry, Sam?" Sam stopped and looked up at him and shrugged his shoulders. David's pathetic smile became more prominent. "Come on," he urged. Sam's eyebrows rose and kept in step behind him. He brought him to a small diner. There were a few people in it already that looked over at them when the bell chimed. After not even a second's glance they found nothing interesting and went back with what they were doing.

Sam knew he would be eating here, and they sat in a red booth in front of each other. The waitress went over to take their orders and gave them menus. Sam looked at it briefly before deciding and wasn't surprised that David didn't even pick his up. When she came back Sam ordered just a soup and coke, and David nothing. She must have thought him cute because she came back to ask them how things were going every minute. Sam found it hard not to blush at how David watched him intently as he ate.

"You know it's hard to eat when you're looking at me like that," he said. David's eyebrows rose.

"Really? Cuz I thought you were doing fine." He leaned on the table with his elbow perched on it and his head in his hand. Sam smiled and started eating again when the waitress came up again for the tenth time, asking how things were going and if David wanted anything to eat or drink. He had refused every time but exactly every minute she asked again.

She likes you, David, Sam teased. David looked at him with skeptical eyes before rolling them.

"No she doesn't," he assured.

"Yeah, she does." Sam sipped at his soda and they argued back and forth. "Five. Four—"

"I don't think—"

"Three. Two—"

"Sam."

"Hi. Can I get you guys anything," came an enthusiastic voice and the waitress was suddenly there again, smiling broadly at David. Sam laughed and finished off his drink as David turned her down again and paid her to make it official that they were done ordering.

They left with Sam still teasing and poking at David, who wouldn't admit that the waitress was totally digging him. "She thought you were cute," he kept saying.

"No…"

"Yes…she was like fourteen and totally thought you were sexy. Why else would she have checked up on you every five seconds?"

"She was being thorough."

"Why won't you just admit it, David? Say it. Say it…"

"No." Sam continued prying and David caved after a few more blocks of walking. "Okay. She thought I was sexy, huh," he—finally—admitted with a grin. Sam's teasing didn't cease but David didn't bring himself to care. Sam could just talk forever and ever and looked back with worry when he stopped midsentence and stopped walking. "Sam?"

He stared at the ground blankly for a minute and suddenly his eyes flashed back to reality. "Shit," he mumbled. "We need to get back."

"Why?"

"There's no time! Let's go," he said urgently. David caught up to the running Sam and grabbed him tightly before taking off into the air.

So this is the second chapter I've posted today. Review, review:DD