You have to cry now. It's mandatory, Michael is so…weak…and sad…and pitiful…and desperate in this chapter even I regret writing it. Um…the lyrics in the sequel are spoilers for the chapters, that's why I chose them carefully, as I did with this one, so read them carefully…um…why does everyone think that Michael is gonna die? Heh, shit, I could have Pete get hit by a car, or Andy trip and fall onto the train tracks. don't worry, whenever someone dies they're always back in the flash backs (Rory, dhur) lol. Poor Mikey. Poor poor Mikey. This is the icing on the cake. This is the final chapter. And then there's the epilogue, which I will be posting back to back cause I have a sleep over to attend to! So yaya Ichelle! Anyways, um…-cries?- Oh and there will be a long ass author's note at the bottom noting a few,…changes. Oh and since you asked, the epilogue is still part of this story, as so is the sequel which I have ofically name "Artisic Revisions" I hate to keep it within art, lol! UMmmm...The epilouge takes place 1 month later and the sequel takes place...like...October. So the epiloge is september and this is still agust now and the sequel picks up in october. Okay?

Chapter 35: Basic Tiny Fragments

I remember a happy moment

With the pain covered cloud above

You were there…

Michael coughed a little bit as they put him on the stretcher and wheeled him into the ambulance," It's okay, Michael, you'll be fine" Marco said, wiping the sweat off the younger boys hair.

Michael stared at him blankly.

Ryan climbed into the ambulance with Marco automatically," I'll come with you, okay?"

"Sure" Marco sighed out, he needed support right now.

"We'll stay and watch the kids" Pete said as they slammed the door shut and began to drive off.

As the ambulance rumbled Michael fiddled with the IV patch in his arm and his eyes, which were still a dark bland blazing empty color, closed for the time being.

But then something inside him ached, and his chest hurt, and his breath hitched, and his eyes watered and he began to shake again.

And he knew what caused that feeling.

"Holy shit" Ryan breathed out in Marco's ear," There he is"

Marco looked out the tiny window in the car to see Jake walking down the block with his eyes glued to the floor. "Ignore him, we don't want Michael to get worried"

Michael moaned and turned on his side.

The machine next to him began to speed up.

He began to shake harder.

"Michael?" Marco asked, grasping his hand as the machine suddenly flat lined.

The medical workers quickly ripped Michael's shirt open, reveling a hellova lot more cuts, and place the pads upon his chest. "Clear!" One of them shouted, waiting and watching as the electric charge surged through Michael's body.

His eyes jerked open and he sat up," Jake" He whispered.

"No…"Marco sighed.

Damnit, let the boy go!

He glanced out the window." Jake!" He said, louder this time.

"Please sir, you have to sit back down-" One of the medical workers said as Michael ripped off the pads and yanked the IV out his arm and pulled himself up again. He shoved Marco and Ryan out the way and reached the door before Marco yanked him back," Michael, you're bleeding all over the place, you need to rest!"

"No!" Michael yelled," I need one more chance…one more…"

"You can't" Ryan said, holding him back as well," He's gone"

"No…he's not!" Michael yelled, jumping up and flying out the door into on coming traffic

"Turn this shit around!" Marco yelled," We need to get him back inside"

Our lives are fearful from sin Fooled into believing that there is wrong But what is wrong and what is rightfully our sins

Michael tumbled through the street, trying his best not to get run over by a car before running up the street and grasping Jake by the shoulders," One last thing, gimme one last thing…okay Jakey?"

"What is it?" Jake snapped, pulling his hand off him.

"Kiss me" Michael whispered.

"I…"

"Kiss me like you mean it…like there was nothing wrong in the world, like nothing ever happened. Like we were still best friends. Like we still loved each other, please? Don't let it be a memory" Michael stopped as Jake slid his hand under his chin, cupping it slightly and tilted it up, catching a small glimpse of the returning green in his eyes in the sunlight before taking his other hand and running it gently through his hair, his soft locks.

He paused.

Michael held his breath.

He slid his hand down to his neck, pulled him straight up against his chest till they were nose to nose, breathing on each other and looking one another dead in the eyes. Michael closed his eyes.

Jake leaned in, tilting his head to the side and pressed his lips up against Michael's chapped and slightly raw ruby colored lips and held his hand with the other free one. They fell against the gate, the sun dancing off the ground creating a myriad of colors and rainbow effects off their belts and the gate itself.

It was amazing, magical even.

But then again, with Mikey and Jakey, everything was amazing.

While he mesmerized Michael, however, he slipped a note into his back pocket before letting him go.

Was there something in his eyes? Reluctant? Afraid? Worried? Anger?

He couldn't tell.

"I love you, Jake" Michael said as Jake continued to walk away.

His one chance was gone.

His one chance to tell him how he felt.

What he wanted, what he needed

How he never meant to let him go.

But then again, it was always about him.

And for once, he wished it wasn't.

Jake looked at him sideways before walking away, leaving the unspoken words unsaid in the air as the ambulance rolled up besides Michael and hauled him back inside once again.

He didn't fight this time

Fin.