Hi again, people! Glad you made it back here for another chapter of my strange story.

Jenavette: When I said 'a gay sounding voice', I meant a 'happy' voice. Gay means happy, if you didn't know. It doesn't just mean gay as in homosexual. And about how you said if I had any questions to ask you etc, I should e- mail you. Well, that seems near impossible, because it appears to me that your e-mail is not even on your profile page.

miss amyami: Your review was erm, strange. I didn't quite understand it. Though 'baka' means stupid in Japanese or something. So, whatever.

Everyone: Thanks for taking the time to read and review my story!



All three of the guys sat down on the sofa, as they awaited the deliveryman.

Arnold glanced at Gerald from the corner of his eye, seeing that he was looking right at him. Arnold couldn't quite make out the look in his friend's eyes. it was starry, daze-like as if his friend wasn't even looking at him, but instead, trying to look through him.

Nonetheless, the look in his friend's eyes did give him a feeling that was quite uncomforting. to say the least.

Then out of nowhere, he heard Gerald say: "Hey Stinky, you should go out to the store and get us some ice cream," Gerald said, with this look in his eye that suggested he might have had plans that could only work out if one of the guy's in the room were to leave.

"Uh. I guess I could. Why though? The pizza man will be hear soon," Stinky said. "I know. But you have to go get some ice cream, we need something to snack on for later."

Sighing, Stinky got up from his place on the couch. He strode over to his clothes, which lied in his backpack, neatly folded.

"Hey," Arnold said. "Why can't all three of us go? We all need some fresh air," he suggested. "I wanted to show you my new magazine. it's the coolest issue out of them all!" Said Gerald, with unmatched enthusiasm. "Wait! Did you show me that one?" asked Stinky. "Yeah, bro." "Ah, okay," said Stinky, as he scratched the top of his head. "I'll be back as soon as I can, fellers." "Alright, see ya," said Arnold. "Yeah, take as long as you need to," Gerald said, with a quite visible smirk, forming on his lips.

After Stinky had left, Arnold came out and said: "So, where's this magazine?" Gerald turned sharply in his friend's direction, looking a bit surprised. "Oh, that. Uh-I have it in my room, c'mon and see it," said Gerald, motioning his arms in the direction of his bedroom. "Alright."

They both began to walk the halls, though, it didn't take them long to get to Gerald's room.

When inside, Gerald quickly walked behind Arnold and closed the door.

"Well, let me see it," Arnold said, in his normally cheerful tone. "Uh. umm. it's over here." He gestured towards the stack of magazines on his bedside table.

Arnold strode over to the stack of magazines, sitting himself down on the bed, as he sifted through the list.

After four or five minutes of looking at the covers, he realized that these were all last months' issues.

"Gerald," he spoke softly. "These aren't new."

Gerald, now feeling the sweat begin to perspire on his brow, thought frantically for an answer to his friend's statement.

"Uh..." he started. "Well, I didn't really bring you in here to look at magazines." he confessed. Arnold cocked his eyebrow. "Well, then why did you bring me in here?" he inquired.

Gerald felt his heart begin to beat at an alarming rate. As his nervousness became more and more visible, he couldn't help but turn himself in the opposite direction, as to avoid Arnold's curious stare.

He gulped down, still thinking about his reply. And then it hit him: Why don't I just tell him how I feel? He thought to himself. What's the worst that could happen? I know Arnold; he'd still accept me as his friend.

He turned towards his friend and began to walk quickly over to him, with a strange look on his face.

"So, what did you bring me in here for?" Arnold asked once more, feeling that his friend was hiding something from him. "Well. there's a good explanation to that question, bro." "There is," Arnold said, gazing into the eyes of his friend. "Well, yeah." He justified. "Arnold. ever since we was kids, I've loved you." "I love you too, Gerald. You are like a brother to me." "That's the thing." Gerald replied quickly. "I have feelings. uh. well, let's just say that it isn't a brotherly kind of love" Gerald blushed.

Arnold felt confused, he loves me but he loves me different? He asked himself.

Then a thought crossed his mind: He doesn't mean 'that' kind of love, does he?

"Gerald, are you saying that you have." "Yeah. I'm saying that I love you." He confirmed. "You mean, you love me like a boyfriend?" he asked nervously. Gerald now beginning to blush profusely, replied with: "I guess you could say.that."

Arnold was in shock. He couldn't look at his friend the same way. to him it seemed like he was in the same room with another person entirely.

The thoughts went through his mind at lightning speed, making him feel uncomfortable in his friend's bedroom- sitting on his bed. Then the thought of kissing another guy came to his mind, it really at first, made him want to gag. But as the thought wore on. it became something different, something beautiful in his eyes.

He was Gerald's best friend that would make it a little less weird. At least they knew each other, and loved each other.

That was one of the things. Arnold didn't know whether he felt the same. Did Gerald expect him to? Was this something Arnold even wanted to consider for himself? What would grandpa say? Why, he'd be shocked, it might even cause the poor man to die of a heart attack.

Arnold turned to look at Gerald. Seeing his friend's eyes, the way they gazed back at him as if to see right into his soul.



Arnold wiped his forehead and got up from the bed. He walked passed Gerald without saying a single word.

Suddenly, Gerald grasped Arnold's arm, turning him around so that they were facing each other. They gazed into each other's eyes, and then out of complete spontaneous nature, Gerald pulled Arnold close to him, kissing him passionately.

Arnold naturally tried to get himself out of his friends' arms, but then he started to get into the kiss. Gerald probed Arnold's lips open with his tongue, Arnold's in turn, began to massage Gerald's tongue with his own. Soon, They began to explore each other's bodies, touching and groping.

Just when they were about to start removing clothing, they heard a loud gasp, followed by the sound of a box falling to the floor.

They quickly turned their heads to see a traumatized looking Stinky. "Stinky, it's not what it looks like." Said Arnold. "I know what it looks like, I know what you two were doin'!" he said angrily. "You think I'm stupid? If you guys wanted to be gay then why did you invite me! I don't want anything to do with neither of ya's!" He said stomping away towards the front door.

"Stinky, wait! We can explain everything," Arnold said as he and Gerald rushed after their friend. "Shut up, I never wanna talk to neither of you again!" he said, as he flipped them both off and ran out the door.

They both sighed heavily and let their bodies fall to the floor and lie against the wall.

They sat there in silence, worrying and feeling guilty about what had just took place.

"Arnold, what if he tells some-" "Who cares," Arnold replied, lost in his thoughts.



Well that's it for this chapter. If ya want this to go on let me know, I have no idea how crappy this story could be unless people tell me.

Oh, and sorry, the NC17 material didn't show up this time. You never know what lies ahead for the next chapter though! (