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Warning: This chapter involves censored sexual content/refrences...(just in case anyone is offended by that kinda thing!)

I never knew
The art of making love
Though my heart aches
With love for you
Afraid and shy
I've let my chance to go by
The chance that you might
Love me, too

They were sitting at their usual café, sipping on their usual drinks, with their usual order of fries between them. Jack looked down as he slurped on a strawberry milkshake, his childlike eyes watching the distortion of the bubbles as more and more of the liquid surrendered to the vacuum suction of the straw.

Cody leaned forward removing his blonde hair from his eyes with his fingers and inspecting his younger friend.

"So you were right, Jack. The boy likes boys. Now what? Do you really think that he's gonna go for you and you guys are gonna run away, get 'married' and adopt? Jack you are so childish sometimes."

Jacks heart sank in his chest. Thanks for bringing me back down, Lord of the regrowth. He shook off his moment of depression and grinned cheekily.

"Just you wait till these braces come off…you'll be seeing this smile in your sleep. That is, if you don't already. Hey, if he comes to the party tonight…it could be the night."

Cody sighed loudly and looked around as he took a sip of his coffee before focusing his eyes onto Jack.

"Ok…let me put this in a way that you will understand."

Jack nodded as Cody thought for a second.

"Ok…I got it now. Alright Jack. I'll put you in his shoes. Let's say that you are getting ready for a party ok? Your favourite jeans, the ones you wear everywhere, the ones that look fantastic on you, the ones that never fail to fit well…have disappeared."

Jack gasped at the unimaginable thought.

"So, without these jeans…you have to move forward and think of something new to wear. Now this is obviously life changing, and you have to face the world with a new pair of pants. You now have two choices: a pair of black pants, and a pair of older jeans."

"I choose a skirt." Jack smirked.

"Shut up. Ok, the black pants are new and you haven't even tried them on, and you don't know what they look like on you. They haven't molded to your shape either because they are equally as inexperienced with being on you as you are with wearing them. Understand?"

Barely even noticing Jack's nod, Cody continued with his analogy.

"Now, your other option is the other pair of jeans. These are a bit older than the black pants, and they know how to fit your body perfectly, even though you may still feel new to wearing them, they will still look good. Do you get what I'm saying Jack?"

"That I shouldn't wear black pants to the party tonight?

Cody slapped his own forehead as he let out an agitated groan.

"Jack, you are the black pants!"

Jack shook his head. "Not following…"

"Ok. What do you think this Will guy would prefer? A guy around his age with sexual experience to show him the ropes or rope, or a sixteen year old virgin, basically as inexperienced and awkward as him?"

Jacks sinking heart now dropped to his feet. He understood perfectly well what Cody was saying. I'm just a stupid kid. He thought as he looked down into his now empty milkshake.

"Ok I get it now. I need a little more experience and stuff."

Cody stood up and kissed Jack on the cheek.

"I'm just looking out for you. Sorry to sound a little harsh. I'll see you tonight."

Jack leaned back in his seat and chewed on his straw as his friend exited the café. A little harsh? Ok, if you call slamming my face into the earth a little harsh. He looked out the window. Experience? If that's what he wants…then fine.

The rain continued to patter against the windows as Jack had nearly finished packing his room, along with his adolescence away into boxes. He sneezed as Karen came bustling into the room.

"Honey, its midnight and you haven't even come down for lunch yet."

"It's five in the afternoon and lunch was four hours ago."

Karen looked around the practically empty room. Another night in the sack with Jack? Well I suppose it's better than sharing my bed with Rosie. She took Jack's hands into her own.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong now Jackie?"

"What? Nothings wrong…where's Grace and Will?" he said, trying to quickly mask the fact that he now had a cold. Lucky me! this just keeps getting better. Thanks for locking me out of the car Will!

"Umm…swimming?"

"We don't have a pool!"

Karen rolled her eyes. "Ok…it was just a guess. Wait! Grace is playing solitare and I think Will is filling up the tub."

"With what? His tears over his missing hair?"

"Wait! I think he said something about poking her."

That's be right. Jack thought to himself. Will sure is one lonely guy.

"Let's go and find something to do poodle…I don't think I can last here until tomorrow." Karen said, pulling Jack towards the door.

"Look, I'm just about done Kare, I'll save you from eternal boredom in a minute. You go out there and wait for me ok?"

Reluctantly, she left the room, as Jack fished out his books and diaries from under his bed.

While sitting on the floor, leaning against his bed, he flipped through one of his old notebooks from when he was a teenager and read his letters and notes. He stopped on a particular one and stared at it.

He smiled sadly at how stupid and naïve he was as a kid and ripped the letter out, screwing it up and throwing it across the room before placing the final additions to his packing. He sighed as he got up and walked into the lounge room.

"Where's the party?" He questioned.

"Right here" Grace said, eagerly eyeing the cards in her hand off.

"The only party going on will be the celebration of my glorious win" Will said, as he placed down his cards.

"Ooh Poker!" Haha, poking her! Karen I love you! "I am sooo playing!" Jack exclaimed excitedly, messing up their game with his feet as he sat on the floor with them.

Karen plonked herself on the ground. "I suppose I have to play too then don't I?"

A foreign darkened dorm room. A foreign bed. Foreign arms. The wrong arms. Jack's mind was racing and swirling around, entrapped in his skull. Where am I?

The feint smell of cigarettes and men's cologne filled his nostrils and seemed to keep flowing to his brain. He felt someone's mouth on his and his heart raced. Will? No. He was nervous and his hands were shaking as he responded to the kisses of the man above him.

What is his name? Andy?…Greg?…Jimmy?…Jamie? Jamie! That's it. He was almost about to stop the act, before it had even begun, due to his fear but then he saw Will in his mind. It wouldn't be like this with him. It wouldn't be some tacky one night thing in some stupid room with some stupid but hot guy who smokes too much. I wouldn't be this scared.

Tears sprung to his blue eyes as he looked up at the ceiling. He heard Cody's voice in his head.

"I am not the black pants!" He angrily said aloud. Jamie stopped kissing his neck and looked at the boy.

"What?"

"I said…uh…you have cold hands." Jack replied nervously. "But that doesn't matter." And with that, he wrapped his arms around Jamie...

Jacks eyes snapped open as he abruptly sat up in his bed. It was the middle of the night…something was missing. He looked at the empty space next to him. Karen! Where is she?

He jumped as the thunder sounded like every battle field in every war movie he had ever seen. He couldn't help but feel a little scared, now that he was in the bed on his own. Go back to sleep. The others will tease you if they know that you're scared of thunder. Dammit Karen!

He angrily slammed his head back down on the pillow and curled up, shutting his eyes tightly and throwing the blanket over his head. He remained there, holding his breath for a few seconds before another roaring crash bellowed, this time with lightning, briefly lighting up the room. His body sprung up and he sprinted to his mother's room, where Will and Grace were sharing the bed.

He opened the door to find… Karen! sleeping to the left of Grace…who was sandwiched with Will on the other side of her. Jack shook his head as a tiny smile allowed itself to creep across his face. He crawled in between Will and Grace, in hopes of not waking them up. He rested his head on Will's outstretched arm, using it as his pillow, since he didn't have one. He coughed lightly before closing his eyes. The last thing he heard before falling asleep was Will's mumbling.

"Jack McFarland, you really are the definition of a sissy."

Will was sitting on Jacks bedroom floor, allowing Madonna's voice to fill the room as it boomed from Jack's tape deck. He felt slightly uneasy, yet excited about what had happened to him the night before. Should I tell Jack?

He avidly played with his friend's Rubiks cube, shifting the coloured squares to create different combinations…but never the right one. Jack rested on his stomach on the other side of the room, and attempted to complete his maths homework.

"Hey, Jack…guess what!"

"You finished the cube?" a completely uninterested jack asked as he tried to work out the problem on the page.

"No! Last night I…" His comment was cut off by the ringing of Jacks phone.

"Hold that thought" Jack said as he answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Jack! Its me! Cody."

"I'm kind of busy right now."

"You? Busy? As if. If you are trying to tell me that you are doing homework, it's no point. You aren't gonna get the grades you want."

Stab in the gut number one. Jack thought.

"What do you want Cody? I'll talk to you later."

"I saw your lover boy last night. I don't really know what you see in him, he is a bit of a drag to talk to. How could you put up with him for all these months?"

Stab number two.

"Where did you meet him?"

"Lets see. I went to get a coffee, and he was getting a coffee and I was behind him in the line."

"Oh, cool. Well he is here at the moment. Where were you last night anyway? I tried to call you!"

"I was…out. Gotta go. Bye." Came Cody's extremely rushed response.

Jack rolled his eyes and put the phone down. He resumed his position on the floor and looked up.

"What were you gonna tell me Will?"

"Well…last night…I finally…you know…did it! With a guy! A cute one too."

Stab number three.

Jack smothered his frown. "Welcome to a brand new world buddy!" He thought for a second before realization began to creep in and his mouth became dry.

"Where were you last night? I tried to call you." Jack asked slowly, his eyes widening and his voice slightly breaking.

"Um…out. With your friend. Cody. It was quite funny really…we grabbed coffee together and then he invited me back to his place and then…"

Jack blocked out the rest of what Will was saying as the room begun to spin around him.

Forget stabbing me in the gut, Cody, dear friend. Why not just aim straight for the heart? Oops. Silly Jack. I guess you already did that, didn't you?