WARNING: NAUGHTY THINGS IN BEGINNING OF CHAPTER

"You know how much I love you?" Alejandro murmurs against the nape of my neck.

"How much?" I whisper back.

He grins and pulls back, thrusting his pelvis so his hardened shaft lies on my stomach. "Al! You're sick!" I gasp, laughter following quickly after.

He chuckles, and I feel him twitch. I blink slowly before reaching over and wrapping my hand around his nether regions. He is warm and hard as a rock, and when I give a tight tug his eyes flutter shut. I give a few more strokes before Alejandro whispers my name with a tiny groan, and my day is made.

"So I'm sick, but you still touch it?" He asks with a half-moan.

"Oh, shush. You like it."

"No, Gwen, I love it."

"I love it too."

I sit up and kiss the head, and when I pull away I can see he is grinning. "No." I say flatly.

"Oh come on! Just for like . . . a minute . . . and I'll do anything you want."

I don't say anything, instead I give him a few more strokes before placing my lips against the head of 'Jimmy'—I decided it would be best to name it—The boy anatomy amuses me because even though my lips are wrapped around only his head, he lets out a rushed moan, whispering something like "Come on, Gwen." So I do. I pull down as far as I can go, which is kind of embarrassing. I have never done it before and it turns out my mouth is tiny. I try forcing him down my throat, but I can feel my profound gag reflex coming on so I stop and focus on the tiny part of his cock(1) that I can get into my mouth.

He is groaning and I am trying not to giggle, when I feel him. I can tell when he's close by the way he kind of throbs a little and I push him out of my mouth and sit.

"Wh- no!" He pouts, bottom lip stuck out in the cutest way.

"You are NOT doing that in my mouth."

"Meanie! Mean Gwen!" He grins, and gets off the bed.

I shrug playfully and wink. "Where are you going?"

"To the bathroom, I have to finish myself off, since you won't!"

I roll my eyes and let him go. Then I look around for my phone. I have two missed calls, from a number I don't have saved in my phone. I click callback and press it up to my ear, expecting it to be something dumb.

"Waters Central Hospital, what can I do for you today?" Oh, Lord. That was the hospital Duncan was staying at.

"Hi. Can I get an extension to room 302?"

I hear typing and muttering before she says okay, then her voice is replaced with music that should be in an elevator. I wait around for Al to come back, so that I have an excuse to hang up, but Duncan is already on the line before I can think.

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's Gwen. Did you call?"

"Hey Gwen. Yeah, I did call."

Silence.

"Well, why did you call?"

"Hold on." I sigh and listen to a nurse tell him that he would need to be in the hospital for at least to weekend so they could continue treating his deep wounds. I wince.

"Back. Oh, why did I call? Um . . . Just to chat."

"Bullshit Duncan. Tell me what's up."

"Can you come over to the hospital tomorrow? After school? So I can talk to you in person?" "I don't really think that's a good idea . . . Okay though. I'll see you then I guess."

"Thanks."

"Yeah." When I hang up the phone, my heart is beating so fast that I'm surprised it hasn't ripped out of my chest and ran away.

/x/x/x/

When I told Al where I would be Friday afternoon, he wasn't exactly happy. But he wasn't totally against it so I'm glad. "Just don't let him kiss you . . ." He says, sadness in his tone. I kiss away his words and promise him.

At the hospital, Duncan is pale and sickly. His skin is an oily toilet paper color, his arms coated with needles and bruises. "Hey there, Gwendolyn . . ." Duncan sounds worse than he did on the phone.

"Hi." I give him a lame little wave, too frightened to go any closer.

This wasn't Duncan. It was a pathetic, weak version of Duncan. He was only stabbed . . . shouldn't he be better by now?

"So, how are things with you and Pedro?"

I blink a few times, watching his insanely chapped lips turn up in the corners to smile. I roll my eyes at him and give him the same smile back.

"Alejandro and I are doing great, thank you." Then the weird silence hits again. The silence that follows me around and waits for the most important moment to strike. The silence that I was most afraid of.

"They think I'm dying."

My heart slams into my chest, crying out to me as it tries to escape. "W-what?" I say between gasps.

"Well, it turns out I was sick even before I was stabbed. When I was stabbed, though, my body started to heal the wound and left my liver to sit and die."

"Liver? You have liver problems?"

"Yeah. Funny, isn't it? I thought only old people got liver damage or whatever they said I had." I just kind of stare at him, breathing heavily into my open mouth. I am about to say something when, instead of words, I let out a whimper. With the whimper comes a sea of tears. I run over to him and kiss him forehead, my salty tears landing on every inch of his face.

I keep whispering "Oh, Duncan!" And I said something about God helping him. I couldn't hate this kid even if I wanted to. He had been my best friend for so long . . . I even thought I liked him for a little while of my life. He was the first boy to ever crawl into my window and spend the night with me. He told me I was beautiful and that he loved me.

He lightly pushed me away so we are looking eye to eye. "Stop crying. Go home and I'll call you tomorrow."

In between little whimpers and cries of mental pain I nod and wave goodbye, hurrying out of the door and out of the hospital. Sitting in the car, I can't start it. I don't think, even for a moment that I could drive in this condition. I start texting Alejandro to tell him the situation.

Duncan has liver damage. I'm sitting in my car and can't stop crying. What do I do? :(

I am wheezing and tears are still coming from my eyes, my nose has snot leaking from it and I am sure I don't look very attractive right now. How could he have not been aware of having liver problems? Don't you get in serious pain when that happens? My phone buzzes and I click read.

Just stay there, I'm running now. I'll drive you home and you can tell me everything. Love you.

Running? He was going to run from his house all the way to the hospital just so he could drive me back? That brings on a whole new wave of tears. I wasn't sure why, but knowing that we was sprinting from his house to the hospital just to make sure I was okay made me was to die. Not because I didn't want him too, but just knowing that he would really do that for me . . . I am not too good at relationships, mostly because my lack of experience and allure. Alejandro was the only one I had really done things with (besides kissing of course). My breathing had slowed but tears still continue racing down my face, my whole body shaking. Someone knocks at my window and I jump, opening it up and wiping my eyes quickly when I see its Alejandro. He has seen me cry before; the night I met his family. He sat on his bed and I just couldn't stop crying. But even then I didn't want him to see me like this. Not when just yesterday, not even 24 hours ago we had been up in my room . . . touching and kissing and having one of the best times of my life.

"Gwen, baby, move over to the passenger's seat. Let me drive."

I don't say anything but give a simple nod and comply, scooting down the car into the other gray leather seat. We don't talk for a long time as he drives, but when he stops at a red light he turns to me and wipes away a drying tear. "What happened?" I was almost completely calm before he said that, but as soon as he formed the sentence, I began blubbering like a baby all over again. So we sat in the car, as I tried to tell him what happened without completely breaking down.

"Sounds like Hepatitis . . ." Alejandro murmurs as he pulls into his driveway.

"Why are we here?" I sigh, unbuckling my seat belt. "I don't want your family to see me looking like this!"

"Well, we can sit in here for a few minutes. Just calm down, Gwen."

"I can't calm down! My best friend is dying, and my boyfriend hates me and –"

He turns off the car and looks at me, his beautiful eyes looking hard into mine. "Did you just . . . say I hated you?"

I blink and swallow at the same time, thinking back to what I had said. Yes, I said that he hated me . . . I didn't necessarily think that, but I was just in a panic. I sigh and nod, and then he rolls his eyes in a way that makes me think he is both disgusted and pissed.

"That was the dumbest thing you have ever said, Gwen."

"I know." I whisper back, climbing on top of him. It was more difficult than I imagined with my back pressing against the steering wheel.

"What are you doing –?"

I shake my head and start kissing his neck, running my tongue lightly against his ear lobe and neck. He shivers; the exact response I was aiming for. "Come on Gwen; let's not do this . . . not in the car . . ."

I pull back and look at him. "Do you not want me?" He cracks his neck and rolls his eyes again.

"Hey man, what's up with you? Stop making me feel like shit all the time." He opens his car door and pushes me out, making sure I don't fall.

"I didn't mean –"

"I know, baby, but it hurts my feelings when you say shit like that." He closes the car door, locks it, and hands me the keys as he takes his own to unlock the front door. "I want you, Gwen . . . Fuck, do I want you . . . You know that I want you too, so stop saying that I don't."

He puts his hand on the small of my back and ushers me inside. I can smell meat and rice cooking, and the twins run out from the kitchen smiling. "Al! Al's pretty girlfriend!" One winks at me and Alejandro shoves him playfully away. "Sorry, she's all mine!" He gives me a sloppy kiss on the cheek.

The twins both sigh and make their way back to the kitchen, one grumbling sadly and whispering to the other: "I wish we had girlfriends to take home." The other one nodded solemnly.

"We're going upstairs," Alejandro tells them, taking my hand.

"Wear a condom!" One shouts.

"Safe sex is gr-r-r-reat sex!" The other laughs, mimicking the tiger off of the cereal commercial.

Alejandro brings me to his room and shuts the door, making an audible click as it locks.

We start kissing on his bed almost immediately, and I try to stay focused on the little buzzes going around in my body instead of my mind that just won't seem to let go of Duncan's image.

"They think I'm dying."

I pull away and rest against his chest, feeling his raced hear beat on my ear. I need to sleep. I don't like this; having Duncan on my mind as I kiss my boyfriend. It wasn't in that way, though, like it was when I was conflicted with the two. I was worried for him. Alejandro said that is sounded like . . . Hepatitis? That was dangerous. I hold back a whimper and squeeze my eyes shut, forcing my body to sleep.

And for the first time in a long time, I dream of Duncan.

(1) I hate the word cock so much . . . it makes me want to throw up :p

Anyways, sorry for taking so long . . . no excuses this time, it was just me being lazy.

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