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Christopher's POV

He smiled at me. Oh my god, he smiled at me! His smile was not a fake one this time it was real, genuine. This was for real; I mean his eyes lit up and everything! He strode up to me, grabbed my shoulders and kissed me passionately. Not gently either might I add.He pulled back leaving my heart pounding wildly and me wondering if he could hear it. He looked into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity, his own sparkling again. God those eyes.

Oh my god. Oh my god! Oh. My. Fucking. God. He just fucking kissed me! Which means, shit, that wasn't any damn kiss, that was, wow! So then he does like me. Shit, now what do I do? I am and idiot. So I did what only I would do (god, I'm a fucking idiot!) I flung my arms around him grinning madly. God, he felt good up against me so closely his... thighs and stomach and everything in between was pressed against my own. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a tight squeeze then let go. He was grinning just as widely as I was as he strode to the table; he sat down in one of the chairs beside the table.

"Mmmmm, I'm starved! c'mon an' eat something Chrissy." I play-scowled at the nickname April had come up with. I liked him calling me that though, it sounded good when he said it. He laughed at the face I had made. This day was all turned back right side up, first he cries, like a human again, then he smiles, then he kisses me like that and now he laughed! This was great!

"Yeah, I called you Chrissy, but I'm only doing it because I just found out I'm fucking gay and I don't have any other way to act in this kind of situation so I figured I'd act like the old David and stop being The General. What do you think?" I gaped at him then snorted in disbelief as he picked up a loaf of bread and took a huge bite out of it. That was something I might do, definitely not The General. So then... I guess my David was back. I shook my head as he laughed around his mouthful of bread, grabbed an orange and began peeling it. Things were changing again and I hoped it was all for the better. He ate as much as he possibly could, which wasn't a lot after not eating for so long. He finally leaned back in his chair, tipping it back on its two back legs.

"Christopher," He began, looking at me as if he could see inside me, read my thoughts. He had a pink tinge to his cheeks again and he had some energy to his voice. God was he gorgeous! Despite the fact he was still to skinny he was the best featured guy, well, mortal guy, I had ever seen or heard of. In my opinion anyway, not that it was worth much. I realized he was still talking to me. Oops.

"Stop, wait a sec. Start over," I laughed. "I was too entranced by your goddess­­-like beauty to hear your voice. Forgive me oh lovely one." He laughed again (That's two times already mind you) and tipped his chair back farther. Apparently a little too far because he toppled backwards along with it. Before he fell though he grabbed the front of my shirt making an attempt to keep his balance. Well it was to no avail because I myself was not ready nor was I balanced for this so I promptly fell on top of him. We were a tangle of teenage limbs and a bunch of foreign clothes. Both of us were laughing hard, trying to get untangled from the other. Lets see now, picture this, this is how bad it was: I had a sneaker kicking me in the ribs (who's? I know not) an elbow in the back and a knee poking me in the stomach. Crazy huh.

"Stop! Ow! Stop, stop, stop, don't move!" I turned my head carefully and spotted my black and white Converses. I found also that it was, in fact, David's sneaker kicking me in the ribs. I slowly began untangling myself from him; finally we lay side-by-side laughing at each other. I turned my head to look at him, his happy face. He turned and smiled at me, lacing his fingers through my own as he gazed into my eyes. I felt tingles going up and down my arm, my palm pressed against his own strong, calloused hand. I looked back into his eyes, dark chocolate. Those eyes held such secrets, secrets I had never heard, could never imagine. He had been through so much, pain, suffering, fear, anger, hate. What had he gone through? What had he not told me? Silence always met my questions, maybe now he would tell me... I smiled gently at him. No, he would tell me when he was ready and I think right now he was a little too confused to talk about what had hurt him, why he always had to prove himself. He would never hear me say anything mean about him again, never.

My General...

David's POV

Beautiful blue eyes gazed at me. Perfect blue, like a cloudless sky. As though someone had taken slices from the sky. As of late I had not seen them this blue, he had been sad lately, making his eyes dark, like the sea. It had been much, much too long since I had seen him so happy. It was my fault again, my fault he had been so sad. My smile disappeared.

"I'm so sorry Christopher. I have been so damn stupid, selfish. I'm a failure again. Damn it! Why can't I ever do a single fucking thing right?" I couldn't look into his eyes anymore, I was too ashamed. I got up and sat on his bed, staring at my hands. I didn't deserve his loyalty, didn't deserve him or his love...

Christopher's POV

I got up and steeled myself, this all had to be done. He can't keep feeling sorry for himself, couldn't make everything his fault when it wasn't. It all had to stop...

Well? You like it? I think it is most definitely NOT my best work. Oh well. Sorry for the bit of a hanger I left there! Love to all.

Poet