OMG , you guys:hugs: You will never see this coming, lo, for I am the queen of twists, there's a reason you don't know Remy and Matt's brother's name. Lol, omg, I am so happy cause you are all going to be shocked when you find out who it is :stops taunting: Oh…okay, let's see. Umm,…Get ready for Michael's substance abuse, Adrian's consoling. Jake and Remy's verbal beat down ( this game is highly confusing and hugs and squeees to anyone who gets it), Um…someone gets caught in the act, ummm…oh and More Matt! So yay! Oh and also…Well…never mind, lol, you'll see soon enough.

Azury:

Kinky indeed. On my dad's side were from south Carolina, so ugh…Cool, Tennessee is much pimper. Yeah, Adrian and Michael have a dynamic…twisted relationship. Much like Michael and Jake. I pitty my characters so much. LOL, Like I said, all my characters always tie back in together in the end, some how, some way, they always fit, just like in this chapter, …you'll see. Tell me your theory! I want to know, but sometimes, you know, you always hit too close to home, but HA! I have a twist that you…will…never…see…COMING! HAHAHA! Heh, I loved writing Jake's reaction. Jake has connections…heh, as you'll see in the sequel. Remy? Well, that's been undecided yet. You'll see why, it's the last name that gets to him. I am so happy with this chapter, and yeah…Robby is catching on, sadly enough, it won't help them when the worse happens. :Squee: foreshadowing.

BlackRoseOnFire:

Yeah, the same effect happened to me too, the balance of love has shifted. Yeah, but Jake is going to hate Dylan…soon…and badly. Yeah I'm a little flustered with that scene, that's all and Andy? Ohh…he'll be around soon. Thanks!

TruFate:

Yes, Leslie is totally awesome! Remy and Jake will become a dynamic coupling of friendship that will annoy them both. Thanks! My lines are awesome, aren't they? Lol. Yes, the drama of Ryan and Marco. I'm you liked it, it was just akward to write. Love you as well!

Lizzaaay:

Yes, you are so totally right, thanks, lol, I'd make this repl longer, but I am like…shit tired.

TearsofEsctasy:

Robert and Mikey? It's gonna get more intense, watchj! Thanks for replying!

Enigmus

: Such a short reply and yet so much said, thank you so much! I hope you like this chappy as well.

Gypsy Prince:

Well. That's it…until now! So yaya! You can read and yes, you will so totally love the sequel. Hell, the sequel kicks this story's ass up and down the side walk.

Chapter 30: Hit That

Jake found the boy sitting there around 10:00 pm on the edge of one of the seat, actually, leaning over the edge of the water fountain that was in there. He sat up and smiled when he spotted Jake though. Jake, who was only wearing the most decent clothes that he could find, a pair of black jeans and a white button down shirt and glasses, yes, he wore glasses, walked up to him and put on a smile. "Hey Jake" The boy replied.

"Hey…" Jake trailed off, at a loss of the boy's name.

"Randy…Randy Arisol" Randy said, taking Jake by his shoulders and pulling him by his shoulders and down the hall," I'll introduce you to him after he finishes performing…it's a trail entry as you know for the boys to choose their major before they enter the school. What's yours?"

"Writing" Jake said dryly," I wanted to be an art major but that didn't work out. My…dad has a knack for writing, so I think he's been rubbing off on me. But enough about me, what about Remy? What's his major?"

"Oh, instrumental arts. He plays the flute…but his main major is as a singer" Randy said, placing Jake down in a seat next to an empty one. The hall was beautiful, it was golden colored with white tables and crème banners. There were several chandeliers hanging about here and there and the lighting was down dimly, as people were waiting for the spot light to be on the performance in a few minutes. Jake leaned back in the chair." He'll be on in a minute" Randy said as he spotted someone across the room," I'll be back, are you going to be okay off by yourself?"

"Yeah…ahh…here comes my little friend now" Jake said, smiling as a tuxedo clad Matt came running up to him and sat in the opposite chair," Hi pretty boy" He said cutely.

"Hey there Matt" Jake smiled," Aren't you proud of your brother?"

"Remy's really smart" Matt boasted proudly," I love him for that. I love when he plays the flute, mommy said that it was extrao- extraordi-" He tried to form the word.

"Extraordinary?" Jake finished for him.

"Yeah…before she died…"

"Your mom died?" Jake's voice softened.

"Yeah…" Matt said, wiping his nose," But that's 'kay, cause daddy says that mommy's up in heaven somewhere safe"

"Yeah" Jake smiled softly," She probably is…my dad died too."

"Really?" Matt asked, glancing up.

"Yep" Jake said, a little sad by the memory of it," And my brother too…"

"Oh…I'm sorry…what was his name?" Matt asked, easing himself up into the chair.

"Rory…" Jake said sadly.

"Do you miss him?" Matt asked.

Like hell…

"Yeah…" Jake trailed off. "Oh look, here comes your brother"

They both turned around to see Remy sitting down on a stool in the middle of the room, the spotlight on him. His blonde hair was plastered to his face, from sweat probably and his outfit was nothing near formal. He had a sleeveless shirt on, a bow tie…in his hair, dirty blue jeans on. He looked around the crowd, sullenly, quickly locking eyes with Jake while sneering and then raising his arms up." I call this one…" He paused, looking over at Randy who was happily leaning in and whispering into someone's ear," The Lover's Triangle".

Jake smirked.

He placed the flute to his lips and played a soft, but driving melody while the crowd became entranced by it's hypnotic rhythm, Jake sat there, un phased and souly focused on Remy's eyes the whole time, which were steely staring into his. His fingers poised, his body up right, he moved around a bit, an enchanting little performance.

Jake tipped his glasses from his nose and smirked again.

He's mine

"My head hurts…" Marco moaned, sitting up.

"Your foot's on my ….hey, what the hell?" Ryan asked, sitting up only to knock his face into Marco's.

"Owww…damnit," Marco said. He tried to move again, but then his knee hit Ryan's arm.

"Well…maybe if this cover wasn't in the way" Ryan murmured, snatching it off. He glanced down and pulled the covers back.

"Why'd you do that?" Marco asked, pulling the covers back again.

He glanced down.

"Oh…shit" He sighed. He looked at the floor….

5 empty bottles.

2 Skirts…

And 2 pairs of jeans.

They looked at each other. " Hey, what is your hand doing there?"

"I could say the same thing about your…thing, doing there!" Ryan retorted.

They looked at each other again. " What happened? All I remember was you hitting your head and then…nothing"

"Uh…" Ryan lied," Me too."

"Well this is awkward…we didn't do anything though, right?" Marco asked, getting up and pulling the covers with him.

"Yeah…I mean, no" Ryan got up, tripped and hit his head on the floor before cursing a million things in the room and pulling his jeans on.

"Are you okay? Do you want me to kiss it?" Marco asked worriedly.

"What?" Ryan asked, sitting up.

"Nevermind…I just had this weird urge to say that…" Marco shook his head," Um…let's get out of here…sigh seeing?"

"Yeah…" Ryan shrugged, uneasy and worried. Well…if he didn't remember. " Okay"

Remy sat down and smiled when Matt jumped into his lap." Hey there kid" He said with a gentle pat on the head," Why are you so excited?"

"My friend, Jake, he is just like you!" Matt said happily," It's like having another brother"

"Really?" Remy asked coyly, looking up to see Jake smiling casually back at him. "I suppose you'd be Jake then"

"Yeah" Jake said, holding out his hand. But Remy didn't shake it, but looked at his hand," You're exactly like me, eh?"

"So your brother says" Jake shrugged, Remy was going to be a pain.

"Birthday?"

"July 15"

"Age?"

"15"

"Favorite color?"

"Trick question, teal and azure"

"Oh vocabulary…favorite book?"

" I don't have a favorite book, they all seem the same to me"

"Favorite word?"

"Rory" Jake answered, not missing a beat

"Cheese or pink?"

"Of course, pink." Jake replied, then he switched it up," Birthday?"

"April 14"

"Age?"

"15"

"Favorite word?"

"Alexis"

Jake paused, similarly, so did Remy. They broke their gaze for a second to see Randy coming over with someone, but Jake went back to his word play with Remy.

"Moonlight or sunlight?"

"Trick question: Sunlight now, preferably moonlight"

Jake smiled, he's good. "Brothers or sister"

"Both…brother" Remy hesitated," Place or thing?"

"Noun" Jake smirked

"Oh your good" Remy said, leaning in.

"I have practice"

"Practice or experience?" Remy asked.

"Neither, memory" Jake said darkly. " Proposal or initial intentions"

"Neither, instinct" Remy snarked right back.

They stared each other down, glaring.

Matt watched the whole exchange, confused as hell.

"Breathless or speechless?"

"Passing out" Remy said quickly," Knife or razor"

"Michael" He sighed.

"Oh…" Remy paused," Mother or father"

"Pain" Jake replied," Family or friends"

"Matt" He replied," Sex or relationship"

"Same" Jake smiled, he caught Remy off guard." Sex or relationship?"

"Same" Remy smiled. He didn't miss a beat either.

Jake had met his match, but they did have a lot in common. Randy finally made his way over to the table," Having fun"

"We're having a mature conversation, Randy, not a play date" Remy draweled out.

"Lots" Jake replied to Randy's question.

"I remember when I used to have play dates with my friend Tom, all he wanted to do was make out" A voice behind them said. Jake paused, he knew that voice. He froze. But then he warmed up and took the defensive position," I remember when you had another friend who loved you too"

The person looked at him, Jake's back was still facing him," Excuse me?"

Jake turned around," Dylan"

Dylan had this priceless look on his face as he feigned happiness and said quietly," Hey Jake"

"You two know each other?" Randy asked happily," Wonderful!"

Remy, however, knew what was happening. " Past or friend?" He asked, testily knowing that Jake would answer.

"Heartbreak" He replied, meeting his eyes with Dylan's

Adrian watched as Michael frowned and kicked out his leg to steady himself, he placed, well rather slammed the money onto the cart that they considered as a table and looked at him, tiredly," There, 25 dollars"

"What happened?" Adrian asked softly.

"I was having an off night" Michael replied sarcastically. However, Adrian wasn't phased," I meant your lip, it's cut"

"It's nothing" Michael said, turning away. He pulled out something, shaded in the darkness but it still caught Adrian's eyes." Where did you get that?" Adrian snapped, standing up.

"Don't worry about it" Michael said, sitting down. He pulled a string out of his pocket and proceeded to tie it around his arm, tightly, above one of his veins. "Matter of fact, just don't worry about me, I'm fine…"

"Come on Michael, don't do this. You're too young, too innocent, you shouldn't even be here right now, you deserve much better than this…" Adrian trailed off, Michael pulled a cotton swab out of his bag besides his body, closed his eyes, and pushed the metal object into his arm.

Adrian looked at him helplessly. Michael's eyes turned another beautiful color…
He pulled the syringe out, placed a cotton swab to his arm to stop the bleeding and turned around to smile at Adrian." See? I'm fine"

Adrian shook his head as Michael came over and sat next to him. His breath caught in the air as he lowered himself down and looked at the wall. "Maybe we should paint" His voice was calm….soft, softer than soft, a light whisper. Adrian cocked his head to the side," Why?" He asked.

"Because I think it might look nice" Michael half slouched, he was suddenly too weak to shrug.

"No, I meant why are you doing this?" Adrian asked, taking a deep breath before letting it out.

But there was no answer.

Michael had fell asleep on his shoulder.

Remy made a quick glance at Jake, who was strangling his glass at the time, before getting up and telling Matt to go away for a few minutes. He smiled a little at Jake really quick before placing his flute his mouth and playing another driving song. Jake looked up, tiredly, running a hand through his hair before blinking back confused tears at Remy.
But Remy played on.

Jake closed his eyes, what was he going to do.

I never tried…

Never tried to say the words.

That I will never see…

Something that we said

Could make us free…

So Jakey…

Say the final words for me…

Remy was singing. Matter of fact, he was singing to the tune of save the last dance for me. And it wasn't bad, actually it was heavenly. Jake placed his head down to the table, tired suddenly. Remy was singing exactly what he was thinking.

Now you know

Now you know

He'll never find out unless you say the words…

So Jakey…

Say the final word for me..

Remy tooted the flute a little more as he sang. Jake glared at him, he knew the boy for…what, 10 minutes? And already he was reading his thoughts? The boy was going to be a pain! An asshole! A regular cynical verbal slinging charmer…

He was Jake.

That's what pissed Jake off.

He got up.

But don't forget whose gonna take you home And in whose arms your gonna be

Remy sang, going back to the regular lyrics.

So Jakey, save the last words for me

"See you tomorrow" Remy said coyly, getting up and going to the middle of the room to continue singing, people clapped as Jake shifted out of the room uneasily, glancing back at Remy, who was twirling around, tooting his flute, singing and giving Jake a chillingly clear stare.

I got you.

So Jake turned around and gave him a look that made him falter in his step, before closing the huge doors and walking off in search of Marco.

We'll see about that, bitch.

Ohh...cat fight! Lol. are you shocked? Yes, I am the queen of twists::bows: love me.