A/N: Gah, I hate typos. However much I proof-read/spell-check one always manages to get through!

Thanks to Jess, Kat-Girl, and ha fan. Duncan should be making a come-back in future chapters. Keep reviewing people, I'm more likely to be inspired to update quicker then!

I decided to put any confusing feelings to the back of my mind-it was easier than attempting to confront them. This plan worked for a while. Well, to tell the truth, it worked for about a day.

Sunday evening found Kim, Tasha and I watching movies at the Beach House. Irene was out and Kane was somewhere with Kirsty so we had the house to ourselves. All thoughts of Duncan Stewart had been banished and I was enjoying myself.

"Why should she want to marry him?" Tasha asked of the movie's heroine.

"Duh," I exclaimed. "Because he saved her life, and look at all those muscles...Who wouldn't want to marry him?"

"Me," Kim said with a grin. Tasha nodded her agreement and snuggled into my side on the sofa. I smiled.

"So," Tasha said. "Would you want to marry her?" She waved a hand at the heroine on screen.

Kim laughed. "Why do we have to marry anybody in this movie?" he asked. "It's not even very good."

"Hey!" I protested. "It's one of my favourites!"

Kim launched a cushion at my head and our banter somehow turned into a pillow fight with the sofa cushions. I didn't exactly fair well, the other two seemed to be ganging up on me for some reason.

"This isn't fair!" I laughed. "You have more...cushions. Everyone knows the pillow-to-pillow ratio in a pillow fight should be such that each person has an equal amount of surface area available for-"

Kim cut me off with a cushion to the head. Unfortunately I lost my balance and fell onto the sofa, somehow dragging Kim with me. I opened my eyes to find him knelt above me, his hands clutching my shoulders to brace himself.

For a moment I couldn't move or speak and all my hard work at suppressing my feelings was destroyed in that moment.

Returning to my senses, I wiggled free from Kim's grasp and stood up. I cast a glance at my watch. "Uh, look at the time!" I said, unable to keep my voice sounding normal. "We have school tomorrow and I, uh, need my beauty sleep." With this lame excuse I made my retreat, Kim and Tasha calling after me in confused tones, "Rob?"

When I arrived back at the Caravan Park, Mum greeted me with her usual cheery smile. "Want some supper Rob?" she asked heading back into the kitchen where Rhys stood making tea.

"Um, no thanks Mum," I muttered. "I'm tired, I think I'll just go to bed." As I left the room I could imagine Mum and Rhys glancing at each other with confusion.

Confusion is what I felt as I collapsed onto my bed. My skin was tingling where Kim's hands had been. Where the heck had this all suddenly come from? I loved Tasha, but I also felt this...attraction to Kim.

I'd never considered the possibility of being gay, I loved Tasha. It didn't make sense. Or did it?

My brain began to hurt so I buried my head in my pillow and, although it didn't stop me thinking, I did eventually get to sleep.