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Also, this chapter is mainly a sorta fill-in chapter... apart from the end ;D it's a MAJOR part of the story line, so enjoy! :D

Chapter 9

*Gerard's POV*

Frank and I both decided that it would be for the best if we didn't go too far just yet. Things had been going far too quickly and no matter how tempting it was, it was destined to go badly. Right now the cookies were in the oven at a comfortable temperature, and we didn't want to turn the heat up and be in danger of burning them.

Things were still kind of awkward around Mikey and Ray- especially Mikey. But I couldn't blame them; they had just walked in on their best friend in the process of giving his room mate a blowjob. But it wasn't like they disapproved of us- they weren't homophobic or anything- it just would take some getting used to.

We hadn't told anyone about us, except of course, Mikey and Ray. It wasn't that we were ashamed or anything, it just didn't feel like the time was right. When the moment was perfect, we would make ourselves public- but only then. I was prepared for any teasing, but Frank could see that I was nervous, cocoons beginning to build up in my stomach. It wouldn't be too bad for Frank, he had came out before (or at least I assumed he had considering everyone at his school knew he was gay) but this was going to be a totally new experience for me.

Classes were boring as normal, but that was to be expected considering we spent our days studying the same three subjects. It was tedious, but I had to admit, it really did improve your grades.

"Why don't they ever have any classes like music or art?" Frank had asked one day while we were making our way to maths.

"Because they aren't thought to be important- they're just a waste of space."

"Well I don't want to be a mathematician, I want to be in a band and play music and make people happy- to me maths is a waste of space."

I couldn't have agreed with him more.

Five days had passed since the incident, and Frank and I found ourselves sitting, arms wrapped around each other's wastes, on the log at the top of the hill, enjoying the silence which filled the hillside. The full moon hung in the sea of velvet black like a pearl in the ocean, the stars like droplets of water on a rose petal, twinkling as the light bounced off them. However, the beauty of the night did not even compare to the boy who sat at my side.

"You know Gerard", he stated, a cute little smile sneaking through his straightened lips, "I like you a lot: I just thought you ought to know that."

"Well you know Frank", I echoed in reply,"I like you a lot too".

He leaned over to me, reaching upwards to press his lips against my forehead, then released with a smile. I placed my hand in his and he held it tight, suggesting that he would never let go, however impossible that feat was. Hand in hand, we walked back down to the camp.

Mikey and Ray were battling in a game of COD when we got back- nothing unusual there! Ray was sprawled across his bed, eyes glued to the screen, Mikey's slender body squeezed by his side, struggling to keep itself suspended and not tumble onto the floor.

"Hey guys!" I waved optimistically as I entered the room, Frank pulling the door shut behind him, stopping any more of the harsh evening air from escaping inwards. We were met by a mumble of uninterested 'hey's, both of our room mates too preoccupied to bother about us. To annoy them, I waltzed over to the television, and with a rhythmical jolt, switched the x-box off. I was only asking for the abuse I was then given.

The rest of the night we spent working our way through a multipack of red bull and pack of cigarettes (only me and Frank smoked though, something in which I only realized that night. If I'd known that Frank had smoked earlier, I would have offered him one ages ago).

"I was trying to give these things up", Frank laughed, taking a drag from the fag which was held between his index and middle finger, "But you just had to tempt me, didn't ya?" Fuck, he looked so dangerous! I was tempted just to leap over to him and shag him right there and then.

"Well I'm pretty good at that, ain't I?" I purred, giving him a little wink. Suddenly there was the noise of gagging. I looked round to find Mikey gesturingly shoving his finger down his throat, Ray rolling in fits of laughter by his side.

"What, you scared of a little dirty talk?" I asked with a smirk.

"No", he replied, his face pulled into a grimace, "Only when it's being said by my big brother".

He had a fair point.

The next morning was a Sunday. There were never any classes on a Sunday, and breakfast was served an hour later, which was a good thing, but there was always some sort of boring activity held in the morning- usually sport related. Today, we had to do orienteering.

"Right guys, everyone in pairs and take a map".

It was pretty easy for me and Frank to choose, and the same for Mikey and Ray, but the rest of the class was in a commotion of "Oh my gawd! I have too many bff's to choose from!" Sometimes being unpopular had its benefits.

Frank joined the end of the queue, having been shoved past by every other student, and collected a map from the teacher. He brought it over to me and we both stared at it, bemused by the jumble of coloured squiggles and weakly drawn trees. I guessed neither of us were going to be very good at this.

After about 40 minutes of wandering through what seemed like the same 10 meters squared, we finally decided to give up. We were what seemed like miles from everyone else, totally secluded from the group by the vast number of trees and shrubs which blocked our view of the camp.

"Hey Gee!"

I was surprised by the nickname- I hadn't heard him use it before. He must have picked it up from the other guys. But I wasn't complaining. It made me feel special when he said it.

I turned round to see what he wanted, opening my mouth to speak, but before any words could escape my lips, frank through himself into my arms, sending me slamming straight down into the ground, thumping my shoulder off the forest floor. Frank pinned my arms above my head with one hand and proceeded to tickle rape me with the other, reducing me to no more than a squealing child. For such a small guy, he really had some strength.

"Fuck Frank! Get off me!"

"Aww, who's a cute little helpless Gee-Gee?" he cooed. God, I liked that nickname even more! I really needed to think of something more imaginative than Frankie, his were beating mine.

"Me! I submit! It's me!" I screeched, gathering all of my strength and pushing him off, sending his slender little body rolling down a hill into the bushes. I paused for a moment, waiting on a reply. Perhaps he would start laughing, or would jump out and scare me, or would go on one of his pretend rants telling me that "it wasn't good to hurt his boyfriend", but there was nothing. No reply whatsoever.

Until…

"FUCK! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?"

At the sound of his screaming, I leaped up and darted towards the bushes he had rolled into. Suddenly a gruesome stench hit me like a brick walls, stinging my eyes and making me vomit in my own mouth. It was like raw meat, slowly rotting away. I gagged loudly, but continued to make my way into the undergrowth. Was Frank Okay? That was all that really mattered to me at that moment in time. The deadly fumes that were grating away at my eye sockets, burning away at the back of my throat, twisting my insides into an unimaginable sense of pain- they were only an after thought.

I dared to look to where Frank's panicked eyes were set. Something was sticking out between the shrubs, twisted and mangled, dead and degrading, fly infested, clawed at and chewed to pieces:

A human arm.