A/N: Holy crap! Sooo many reviews! I have never gotten this many, in such a short time period. Not that I mind or anything.  I love it yes yes…my precioussess *licks computer monitor. In case you've noticed, I moved the rating to R so no one will report me or anything, and I can write what I want.

Response to Reviews:

Us Rock Star: I sent you an e-mail.

Jamies Angel: Oh god I know, I hated writing Chapter 3. Slight spoiler here though, this story will have a happy ending. I'm such a wuss about that stuff…but I'm not saying Craig won't go through shit to get there.

SilverNcold: haha, yes I followed your advice (see above) thanks! Lol, "you'd better update this soon." If I didn't know better, that would sound like a threat. *sarcastic smile.

XconfustedGirlx: yeah, I'm surprised at myself, I didn't think I'd like it either, but I like them together more than I thought. They seem good together. Although Craig is a half a foot taller than Marco, lol.

Eyes of a child: Interesting? Haha. Does someone like Craig's sexual side? Lol

I think that covers just about everyone. So on to Chapter 4!

Chapter 4 Hiding and Confronting

            Luckily today was Saturday, so Craig was allowed to just sit in his bed, crying. He cried for almost an hour, random thoughts running through his mind like "Why did this happen to me?" "When did it start?" "Have I always been gay, or bisexual, or whatever the hell I am???" Finally Craig realized he had to get up, or else Joey would come in pestering about Craig about why he was up, and most likely notice the wetness covering his pants (mostly around the groin, and slightly down his leg). Craig wiped his eyes of the fresh tears, and realized that he had to get up, because he couldn't cry anymore if he wanted to. Craig just felt exhausted. Dead. Once again. Wonderful. He would look fine on the outside, but on the inside, well was another story.

            Angie sat at the table, licking her spoon of all the remnants of her Fruit Loops. Craig walked down the stairs, slowly, almost trapped in his own mind. Joey looked over, concerned, but luckily, said nothing in the presence of Angie. "Hey Craigie!!!" Angie practically yelled brightly. "What?" Craig asked, looking up. He looked down at his clothes, practically looking for the semen stain on impulse, although he had changed into a fresh outfit. "HI" Angie repeated. "Oh, uh…Hi Angie." Craig said halfheartedly. "Do you want to play with me today?" Angie asked, her face practically shining with energy. "No, sorry Ange." Craig said, still avoiding eye contact. "Why not?" Angie asked, with a pout. "Because, I just, can't." "Ahh…Craig!!" Angie said, still trying to tug at his heart. "Why not?" Craig grimaced at this. Why the hell was she interrogating him?? Why wouldn't anyone just leave him alone?  Craig suddenly burst, like soda in a shaken bottle.  "BECAUSE I CAN'T ANGIE! WHY DO YOU THINK THAT I CAN!!??? I CAN'T PLAY TODAY!!!" Joey stood up from the table right as Craig did, and tried to talk Craig back to sense. "Look, Craig, we need to talk." Craig looked over at Joey and shouted, "NO WE DON'T!!! DON'T TREAT ME LIKE I'M IN A PSYCH WARD!!!!!!! I'M LEAVING!!!!!" Craig shouted, belting from his heart. And then Craig walked out the door, giving it a slam, just like yesterday.

            Craig walked aimlessly down the street, wanting to cry, but not being able to. He needed someone to talk to. Someone who was understanding. Someone like…Marco.

A/N: Sorry, this chapter was kind of short, More soon! Keep reviewing!