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So here's chapter six. Please review it.

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For once, Robin is up before me. He brushes my hair from my face, his slender fingers touching my cheek, my ear, my forehead, his touch leaving my face feeling...feeling something I can't really describe. Wonderful, beautiful, needed.

I moan, semi-consciously. As I open my eyes, Robin sits on my bed, looking almost sad, but as he sees me wake, his face softens and he brushes my cheek with his lips.

"So it wasn't a dream." I sigh, blissfully.

"No." he replies, his green eyes twinkling. "I love you." He whispers in my ear.

"I love you too." I bring my head up to kiss his cheek. His face is soft, with no trace of the acne most other boys have. "Why are you so perfect, Robin?" I ask, suddenly curious.

"Hmm?" I suppose he didn't expect that.

"You're perfect. Everything about you..."

He half sighs, half laughs, "I'm far from perfect, Marian."

I wrinkle my nose at his use of my full name, "Why'd you call me that?"

"I don't know... it just seemed... appropriate, that's all" he touches my cheek again. "Marian is such a beautiful name." he gets off my bed, "And, I don't know... it just sounds right..."

I get up out of bed and wrap my arms around his thin shoulders. "I never really liked the name Marian. It's what my grandmother always used to call me. But when you call me that..." we fall backwards onto his bed. "When you call me Marian... it does sound right. It feels like the name of a lover."

"A lover, eh?" he says mischievously, his fingers entangled in my hair, "Well, well, we are getting racy."

"Shut up." I tell him, and we kiss again. A perfect kiss, a flawless kiss...

Just like him.
Breakfast is eggs and bacon, so greasy it almost slips off the plastic trays we are given. Robin decides to skip breakfast, and I copy him. He doesn't seem to eat much besides small amounts of salad and sometimes a slice of bread, and he always seems so uncomfortable at mealtimes. I join him in his fasting. We sit together, holding hands under the table.

"So where were you guys last night?" asks Joan conversationally, flipping her pink hair. "I noticed you two sneaking off. Where did you go?"

"Nowhere." I reply, sipping orange juice and squeezing Robin's hand.

"Really." She remarks sarcastically. "You two are so in love. Just admit it."

"Fine." He says. "We are. So what?"

Joan stifles a joyful squeal. "That's so cute!!!"

"Shut up." He growls, glancing at the Sheriff. "I'm gay, remember?"

She raises an eyebrow and finishes her eggs.

Will smiles at us. He too, has the glazed over look of a secret romance eating at him. He gazes over at Allan and sighs happily. "L'amour." he murmurs and runs his finger over Allan's ear. Allan shivers deliciously, closing his eyes and smiling blissfully.

Joan scowls and murmurs to Robin, "I feel so left out. Will has Allan, you have..." she breaks off as a counselor walks by, "you have...err... Mark...and I have no one."

I grin, knowing that 'Mark' will be my codename for a while.

The Sheriff gets up, his considerable bulk jiggling with the effort of leaving his chair. He picks up his microphone, and shouts, "Well g'mornin' campers! What're we gonna do t'day?"

"HAVE SOME FUN!!!" shouts the majority of the other campers. As usual, Joan, Will, Allen, Robin, and I do not take part in the hideous perkiness. Even the euphoria Robin and I share doesn't reach out that far.

"Yes, ya will!!! Now, the kiddies with leave out of camp t'day are..." he reaches for his clipboard. "Marian Fitzwalter, Robin Fitzooth, Celia Tuck, and Guy Guisborne. Now, if y'all will follow me, y'all can get off ta whatever ya hafta do t'day!"

That's funny. Before I was driven to the library by a counselor, I didn't ride the bus with other children.

"You're leaving Camp Sherwood too?" I ask Robin.

"Yeah, it's just a little thing I have to get done." He replies quietly, and gets up from the benches of the table.

"See you guys later," says Allen timidly, looking up at us from his white-blonde bangs.

I can see why Will has a thing for him. He is quite attractive. He's nothing compared Robin of course, but he does have some appeal with his long eyelashes and baby-blue eyes. Will and Allan look opposite. Allan is almost albino, his skin never tanning, his eyes very blue but with a small reddish ring around his pupils. His face has a mournful look about it, like he was dealt some great injustice in his childhood, which most likely is true. Will on the other hand, is the epitome of a strong, handsome, black man. He is tall, and perhaps too skinny, but he has a dignity about him, and his eyes...His eyes are an interesting color: a shade lighter than his mahogany skin. And yet, despite the contrasts in their appearance, they are a beautiful couple. The differences between them only highlight the fact that they are perfect for one another.

Robin and I walk over to where the Sheriff had called us and we get into the white van synonymous with nutcases.

Robin and I enter first and sit together on a bench. Across from us is a girl in a wheelchair, and Guy Guisborne sits in front of us. One of the counselors drives the van, and we back out into the driveway.

"Hey Robbie," says Guy, a malicious smile on his ugly face. Robin sits erect, apparently trying to pay no heed to him. "Going to the hospital again, Scar-child?" he laughs a horrid laugh, "What'd you do this time? Faint of a salad overdose?"

Robin closes his eyes as if he's in pain. After a few calming breaths, he turns his head to look out of the tinted windows.

"Ignoring me, Faggot?" asks Guy, maliciously, "Is the little gay love-child gonna cry?"

"Leave him alone, you ignorant bastard." says the girl in the wheelchair. Whoa... from her appearance, I had deemed her incapable of speech. I guess appearances here are deceiving. "Just because you're turned on by Robin, doesn't mean you need to project it on us."

"Shut up and stop drooling, Celia. Like I would like a guy... No, I'm a real man, and at least I'm capable of having real sex, unlike you."

"Gonna insult a handicapped girl now, Guisborne?" asks Celia rolling her eyes. "Well... I had the notion you were the least sensitive idiot in the world, but I guess I thought too much of you."

"Go to hell." Robin says from the window.

"Nope, sorry. I'm going straight to heaven, unlike you. You know why? Cuz I don't engage in the sinful behavior you do with Will Scarlet."

"What do you know about God, Guisborne?" asks Celia quietly and dangerously. "I don't see you going to Church."

"Well, I have a life," he declares, "And unlike you, I don't think faith entails going to see the Nuns each morning."

"You don't have to do that. I only do because I'll join them someday... you just have to obey the Bible."

"I do."

"What about 'Love Thy Neighbor,' then?" I say, gazing into Guy's piggy eyes.

Guy doesn't reply, because at that moment the bus stops, the doors open, and he walks haughtily off.

"Thanks, Celia." Says Robin gratefully.

"No Prob." She turns her head and looks at me. "Who're you?"

"My name's Mara."

"Well, you hit the nail on the head with that last comment." She smiles at me. Her teeth are crooked, and her body is twisted and stiff in her chair. Her dark eyes are magnified by huge glasses that she wears, but her face is a good face, a kind face. You could trust a face like that. "I'm Celia Tuck. It's nice to meet you."

I'm shivering with anger. I turn to Robin, "Why'd he say those things about you?"

"He has mental issues." says Celia. "He's got no idea how the things he says affect other people. That's why he's here."

"Doesn't it bother you though, what he says?" asks Robin. He's shivering too, with anger or something else. I reach over and grab his hand... it's wet and sticky and red. He's been digging his fingernails into his palm.

"Oh Robin..." I whisper.

"I'm alright," he informs me. Celia looks over at us.

"You're not gay, are you?" she says knowingly.

"Does it matter?"

"No." she smiles, and though her face is not beautiful in itself, her smile is uplifting, joyous. I decide that Celia Tuck is well worthy of our trust. "And it did bother me, when he says those things. But God will forgive him. God understands that he doesn't understand about his actions, and one day He will teach him to be kind and compassionate."

"I don't believe in God." Robin says quietly.

"He won't mind." Celia tells him, "You have a kind heart, Robin, and that's what's important."

The bus stops and the counselor helps Celia off. She smiles at us and pushes the lever on her wheelchair, propelling her into the church to visit her nuns.

"I like her." Robin says.

"Me too." I say, and rest my head on his shoulder. We sit like that for a while, until the bus stops again and Robin stands, looking drained. He exits the bus and walks towards the doors of the building. I shudder.

Because Guy was right about one thing.

Robin was going to the hospital.
Mara had been rejected. Her 'true love' hadn't met her by the willow tree by the banks of the Charles. She sighed a world-weary sigh and walked into her apartment where her mother was waiting.

"Mom?" she said, surprised at her being home so early.

"Mara, guess what?" her mother was a ball of happy energy, jumping about the apartment.

"What?" She dumped her bag on the floor.

"I've met the man of my dreams!"

"Really?"

"Yes. He's called Brutus." Her mother sighed romantically. "He's wonderful!"

"Cool." Mara said with little interest, "Is he rich?"

"Is he ever!" her mother bent down to Mara, "I think our bad luck might just be ending, Mara. He asked us to move in with him!"

"Mom?" Mara said with suspicion. "You've only just met him, right?"

"Well wouldn't you just like to know." her mother said naughtily, "We're leaving tomorrow."