Okay, last chapter of the night! Please review! Next chapter should be up…Sunday night, maybe. Ja.

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His dark haired friend gave a half-hearted smile, "Okay, well…dad kicked me out. Again, really. But last time it was warm and dry outside. But really, it was my fault, because I—"

"Zack," Freddy paused, but not being one to be shy, continued, "Is that where you got the bruises?"

"From where?"

"Your dad." The spiky haired teen said, squeezing Zack's hands even tighter, as a way of reassurance.

A sigh escaped the smaller boy's pale lips, "Y-yeah…but, it was…it was my fault…I was…I deserved it."

'Yeah, like Mr. Perfect Zack would ever do anything wrong.' Freddy thought, and would have laughed if it had not been a serious situation. "What did you do?"

"Y-you know…" Zack replied, "Just…like, coming home from band practice late…um, having to miss school because I'm s-sick…getting a B on s-something…" He let his arms go limp, and his hand's slid out of Freddy's, "And 'c-cuz I'm a stupid, screw-up—"

"Zack, " Freddy sat back, shaking his head in disbelief and sighing, "That's called child abuse, man! He should go to jail for that!"

Zack's eyes widened, "No! No, b-because it's not his fault." He saw Freddy shake his head again, and responded in a shaky voice, "Really, it's…it's okay."

"Whatever, man." Freddy sighed again, and vowed to do something about it…'but later…' he thought, "Dude, you need to take your boxers off too, they're soaked. I brought you another pair." He grabbed the boxers he had brought down—a black pair with silver and orange flames. 'My favorite pair,' He grinned inwardly, 'and they'll look fricking' hot on Zack.' And with that rather audacious thought, Freddy paused, 'Wait…okay, so the wrong time to suddenly get the hots for Zack.'

…'Okay, maybe not suddenly.' Freddy grinned inwardly again; he had realized sometime last year that he had the hots for Zack. Who didn't though, seriously? That kid was a sex-bomb waiting to go off…and Freddy would have laughed at that thought as well, but he was interrupted by his mind begging him to SHUTUP.

Zack had changed under one of the blankets while Freddy had been thinking. He smiled lightly; a content noise sounded from his lips as he curled himself tighter under the blanket and closed his eyes. He felt Freddy's stare on him, and opened one eye.

"Zack?"

"It's okay, Fred…just gonna' go to sleep." Zack answered, and closed his eyes again. Soon enough, the soft sound of his snoring echoed lightly through the garage. Freddy shrugged his shoulders, grabbing another blanket and laying down beside Zack.

But his eyes never closed that night.

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