Hey all, I'm back again, I'm super sorry I haven't done any for so long! Not that anyone read this, yep, I'm pretty much talking to myself here. So I'll go now… oh yeah, about the disclaimers and such, read chapter one.

-Poet

David's POV

I heard someone singing "Don't Go Breaking my Heart", loudly, very off key, and in a slightly different version than I remember, but it was being sung. I sighed and rubbed my face. Christopher must be back. I pushed my chair back sighing; I began walking up and down the halls looking for him. After walking for a few minutes, might have been five, it hit me. Literally. He wasn't in the halls anymore. Just as I was walking past it, a door was flung open and it smashed into my face knocking me off my feet. There was Christopher, staring down at me with that damned idiot grin on his face.

"Davy!" He cried looking overjoyed to see me. "You came to save me! I've been lost for such a looooooong-" He drew the word out, emphasizing it. Yup, he was drunk again.

"-Time! Davy. You got blood on your face. Wha' happened?" He squinted at me, unable to focus on my face. I raised my hand to my sore nose and found that I did indeed have blood on my face. I shook my head lightly and pulled my feet under me, rising to my feet. Christopher flung his arms around my neck and snuggled into my shoulder as he whispered drunkenly in my ear,

"Hey Davy, I got a secret to tell ya." He swayed slightly and held on tighter. I could smell the alcohol on his breath. Was this my fault too? "Hey Davy..." He began stroking the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair. This was weird, way weird. Not that it didn't feel kinda nice, it did actually. Despite the fact that this was Christopher, I was kinda hoping he would keep on doing it. Not that I'm gay. Noooooo way, not me. I'm The General, women fawn over me, have fantasies about me.

That doesn't mean you like it. Doesn't mean you do the same about them.

No, bad thoughts, I mentally smacked myself.

Not that bad David. You know how you look at him. Watch him, how he moves, memorize his voice, his body whenever you can see it.

No! Stop talking to me. Oh god, I'm talking to myself. And to make it worse I'm freaking answering myself. Damn it Christopher, see what you do to me!

Ha! I was right! You are affected by him. You do have feelings for him!

I'm going insane! Oh my god! I'm having a conversation, a disagreement with myself! Oh my god this is stupid. Snap out of it David. Just then I realized we had begun walking back to my room while I had been fighting with myself. Christopher stumbled pulling me down to the ground atop him. Oh god, this is insane.

"Unph. Davy, I knew you liked me but jeez, this is kinda fast isn't it?" I stopped struggling to get up and froze. He knew? Two words to sum up the thoughts that were flying through my head: Oh shit. Well, I guess the good part was he did know and I wouldn't have to tell him. Huh, this was rather awkward. My nose had hit my hand when I fell and it started bleeding again so I pinched it closed and got to my feet, pulling Christopher along with me. We continued our trudging walk back to my room.

Why my room? Why not his?

Because you want to show him how you feel, moron. You know where everything is in our room, no confusion.

Oh, so now it's our room? Shit! Stop doing this! I am finished talking to you, besides, why would I need to know where everything is?

So you don't run into anything.

Doing what? My sub-conscience was not only very argumentative and talkative but had a very dirty mind... shit, it was my mind too... either way, it snickered at me. Us. Whatever.

Hmmm... I could describe it to you but then you would use all my ideas instead of being original. Well, lets see... Doing... it. This time I stumbled, sputtering my denial to myself. Yup, I've lost it. I hate sub-consciences. Especially mine.

Goddamn, lying, son of a bitch, fucking bast...

Sub-conscience: I think I will spare you the rest of his colorful description of me.

Christopher's POV

David had dried blood smeared across his cheek, he was muttering to himself, and he looked mad. I hope it wasn't at me, mad I mean...yeah, hope he wasn't mad at me. I examined his face; his nose had stopped bleeding now. I felt a stab of guilt, I had hurt him. Not intentionally, no way, but I had hurt him nonetheless. I remembered, my befuddled brain remembered, I hadn't told him my secret. What was it again? Oh yeah! I leaned over and whispered in his ear, my big secret. The three words I hoped would make him smile at me. He never smiles at me, I like his smile. He looked up at me, shocked, disbelief shining in his eyes. I smiled, letting him know I meant it. His mouth opened and closed making him look like a fish. Not really but it made me think of a fish. I laughed and he turned to watch where he was going. Maybe so he wouldn't run into any more walls. Or doors. I felt sad again. I had hurt my Davy... I shook my head realizing those thoughts were not caused by intoxication... Well, unless you count being intoxicated by him. I left him and ran ahead to the nearest room, running to the window I slammed it open. I was gonna puke. I promptly did so hoping no one was beneath it. Or anywhere near enough to see me. Oh god, I do not feel too hot as of now. I felt a hand on my back, cool through my shirt, rubbing up and down. Soothing. David. Oh shit. I puked again wishing David wasn't here, watching, but then I'm glad he was there, not caring that was sick, just trying to help me through it. David. I wiped my mouth, walked to the bathroom and immersed my head in the washbasin, emerged, hair dripping cold water down my neck and back. My shirt was getting pretty wet so I took it off before it was so wet I couldn't wear it later. I looked around the room and realized I had run into David's room. Maps and blueprints strewn everywhere, covering a large desk against on wall. A wilted and forgotten salad and a few shriveled apples sat on a small table; the chair beside it was occupied by another large stack of papers. Yup, same as before, he was still content to slowly kill himself just to please Athena. The General. I turned around and saw him watching me; he had been inspecting my back muscles, my shoulders. I had felt him watching me. Yeah, David was watching me. Did he know I was always watching him? My David. My General.

David's POV

His face was pale and his eyes looked tired. His sodden hair was dripping down his back and his chest. He walked to my desk and leaned against it, spreading his fingers over my many maps. He was strong, very strong, when he moved the strength rippled beneath his skin. He knew I was watching him.

He had said it. He had said what I never dared to even think about. His secret. My secret. Love. He said he loves me. Probably because he was drunk again. He falls in love with everyone when he's drunk. Hell, he'd lay a door if he was drunk. But the way he was looking at me, right now, told me he meant it. Maybe he didn't mean to say it but he did mean it. He cleared his throat and blushed slightly.

"Well, um, yeah. Sorry 'bout that, about the mess. I'd clean it up, only I think if I tried I'd only make it worse." He had the grace to look slightly embarrassed. "Like I said. Uh, I'm real sorry. And, um... yeah, thanks for staying with me and stuff. For coming out to get me." His blush deepened.

Damn he's cute when he's nervous!

No! Not you again! AUGH! GO AWAY!

Fine, I will, but remember, I'm always here because technically I'm you. Just a different mind set as you.

Damn it! Get the hell out of my head!

I AM YOU! Get used to it Davy. I'm alwa-

OUT!

Right...

"It's ok Christopher. I doubt anyone will find out." I smiled at him

Give him a little hug, or a big kiss- ahem. Not here...

Yeah, that's what I thought.

"Well, I think I'm gonna go lay down for a bit. Guess I'll see you later then?" He remembered what he said and was profusely avoiding speaking about it.

"Yeah,"

"Maybe at breakfast? Well, Jalill and me are eating in April's room, you coming? Oh god, why the hell am I talking about food? Making me sick just thinking about the stuff. Ugh, never getting drunk again." He coughed. "At least until the end of the week." I laughed at that, yeah, guess he still had a sense of humor when he was sick. He walked to the door and opened it.

"Well, I'll see ya then." I nodded and he walked out, closing the door quietly.

WOOT WOOT! Yay! That one was super duper long! Hope you liked it! More to come soon.

Much love,

-Poet