Okay first I realise that chapter fifteen is ridiculously short and I apologise for that. It is short because I wanted to separate out the sections and chapter sixteen would not run on with this one, if you know what I mean. Anyway I'm posting a few chapters today to make up for the shortness of this one!!

Thanks to all my reviewers: Aleka (I love your writing!), White Moth (I love 'Truly Madly Deeply'!), Fallen Angel of Evanescence, Hannah, Bella, Royce, Anna, Arianna, Emily, Georgia and Britt, you guys are great! (If I missed anyone I am so sorry!) Also even though I know she can't review, Masked Penguin cause her story is awesome.

Okay maybe this will seem really arrogant and stuff -I really hope it doesn't- only if anybody ever feels like reading a poem I wrote, please check out 'The Phoenix'. It's my favourite poem that I've ever written and it means a lot to me so if you ever felt like checking it out…. you don't need to review it but I would just like people to see it, if that make sense…. Anyway here we go with the next chapters, I really hope you enjoy reading them.

Welcome home Lachance style.

Gordie unlocked the front door to his house as quietly as possible and slipped inside. He dropped his bag at the bottom of the stairs and paused, again trying to work out where his mother was. He heard the clattering of pots and pans and walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Mom," Gordie said and sat down on one of the stools that lined the counter.

His mom was at the sink looking out the window. When Gordie entered she didn't even turn around. "Hello Gordon," she said distractedly. "How was school?"

Gordie waited to hear a trace of anger or resentment in her voice, but there was none. She was just as warm -or as cold depending on how you looked at it- as she had always been. He should have known. Since he was no more than a little inconvenience in the Lachance household there was no reason for anyone to wonder where he had been the night before.

"School was bitchin!'" Gordie lied. He almost wanted his mom to yell at him, to something him.

"That's nice dear" his mom responded automatically. There was a pause then she seemed to shake herself out of her stupor. "What did you say?"

"Nothing ma." Gordie hopped up off the stool and started to leave the room. He felt a weird feeling bubbling in his veins, shit that was disappointment.

Gordie ran upstairs and into the bathroom, he locked the door and stared at the mirror.

"Fuck you mom!" He yelled at his reflection, and then he waited to see if she had heard. There was no sign that she had, no hurried footsteps up outside the bathroom door.

"Goddammit" Gordie whispered to himself. He leaned close in to the mirror, his hair was still sticking up and his eyes were a little bloodshot. He looked a mess and she hadn't even noticed. When was the last time she had noticed him? Probably the day he was born and only in passing on the way to worshipping at the eight-year-old Denny's feet. Uh-oh that felt like resentment, resentment aimed at Denny. Gordie closed his eyes and tried to will it out his head but it wouldn't go, it was sticking there in his mind.

"Fuck you Denny" Gordie whispered sadly then he sat down on the floor and cried.