Chapter 15: Dirty Little Secret

Let me know that I've done wrong

When I've known this all along

Gone around a time or two

Just to waste my time with you

Tell me all that you've thrown away

Find out games you don't wanna play

You are the only that needs to know

( 3 Weeks Later)

Jake mumbled quietly to himself as Alex patted his arm reassuringly and sighed," You don't need to be afraid…"

"I'm going to a mental ward…" Jake murmured.

"I know" Alex shrugged," But…we need to figure out what's wrong with you"

"Maybe I'm just stark crazy"

"What did I tell you?" Alex snapped.

"You're not Michael, don't push you away" Jake sighed," I know, I know it's just…God-" He ran a hand through his hair, that was filled with sweat," I just need to take a break from life because I'm hurting everyone…"

"But you saved me" Alex smiled.

"One causality in the eyes of many" Jake snorted as Alex frowned, so he straightened up and smiled crookedly, " I mean…I'm happy that someone benefited from me…even if It only is one"

Alex shrugged a little," It won't be long…."

"That's what I'm afraid of, it may not be long enough, I want you Alex, I'm begging you, keep me away from Michael, matter of fact, keep Michael from me…okay?" Jake asked as Alex nodded and looked away but Jake turned him back," And tell him…it's over…I am tired of running"

Alex titled his head to the side," Wow, are you sure?"

"You see what happened to him"

"Good point, what about Remy though?" Alex asked as they turned the corner of the block, the winter's sun hitting them. Alex had one bag in his hand, Jake had a bag also, carrying his stuff. He was to be excused from class until February to get himself together. If not, he was to be kicked out of the school. "It's only two weeks" Alex murmured.

Jake stared at him," That makes it so much better"

"I'm just trying to help" Alex shrugged, remaining quiet and looking ahead.

"I know" Jake said after a few minutes. " I know…"

"He's moving back home, I am not letting him stay in some hospital bed for 10 years!" Marco said over the phone to Ryan, who was over at Brian's house with Andy and Pete, trying to help with Christmas Dinner by hauling it into the limo and getting the servant to drive. Lemmy was on vacation, much to Andy's dismay.

"Marco, it's only until he wakes up" Ryan sighed, pulling the salad covering off and snatching a tomato into his mouth, looking around to make sure no one saw him, and then closed it back.

"I saw that!" Brian yelled.

"I don't care, Ryan" Marco sighed out as Robert walked passed him carrying Tilly and humming some song. " I want him to be with us for Christmas!"

"He's in a bloody coma , Marco" Ryan said dryly.

"I know!" Marco snapped.

Ryan stared at the phone," Woah…look, I'll see you in an hour, as soon as Andy…STOPS HITTING ON THE SERVANTS!" He yelled it so Andy could hear. He hung up and turned around to see Pete standing there with a bowl of pudding," I can't believe it's been 3 weeks"

"I know, we can only take life in strides…"

"But…here" Pete stopped and handed him the envelope.

"What's this?"

Pete smiled and whistled for everyone's attention.

It didn't work.

"HEY EVERYONE!" Pete yelled, and everyone stopped.

"What?" Andy and Brian yelled at the same time.

"Come over here" Pete motioned with his hand, the other one balancing the pudding," Ryan has news"

"I do?"

"You do"

Andy and Pete crowded around Ryan as he opened the envelope and read it's contents. He gasped, dropped the paper and smiled widely," I passed! I passed! They liked my work so much…" He trailed off, beyond excited.

"Um…what does this mean?" Andy asked.

"I get to go to this special college in New York." Ryan beamed," Only the highest artistic influential people graduate from there, this is an honor in it's self"

"He's using big words, let's load the food into the car before he notices"

"Don't you mean limo?" Andy corrected Brian.

"Whatever" He pulled him away as Pete laughed," So New York, huh?"

Ryan's face fell," Yeah…Pete…"

"It's okay" Pete shrugged," I have to leave again anyway…another contest this time in Paris…"

"And you weren't going to tell me?" Ryan asked, placing a hand on his hip.

"Oh please, you knew I was" Pete laughed," I told you a week ago"

"Oh yeah…" Ryan trailed off," So we're both…"

"Going separate ways, like last year"

They shrugged at the same time. "This isn't good-bye…"

Pete busted out laughing," Hello, it's December, we have until September…"

"Oh yeah" Ryan joined in laughing.

"Help me with the food or you will all have cheese on you when you wake up!" Brian yelled from the outside.

"Let me go help him, you get the salad" Pete sighed as he went outside.

As Ryan bent over to pick up the envelope that he dropped he could hear Pete cursing Brian out and Brian laughing like crazy as usual. " I said cut it out!" Pete yelled, wiping the piece of cheese off his face.

Andy giggled politely in the corner.


I'll keep you my dirty little secret

Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret

My dirty little secret…
My dirty little secret Who has to know?

When we live such fragile lives

It's the best way we survive

gone around a time or two

Just to waste my time with you…

Jake looked around the place after the receptionist scared him off. He stood at the desk, tapping his fingers against the desk, hoping that the person that he was assigned to had a decent face and a warm personality. The person's face showed up and opened the door and Jake had to lean against the door frame," Christ…Kyle?"

"Jake…" Kyle smiled.

"You've got to be kidding me" Jake laughed sadly. " You know, it's bad enough that I ended up here in the first place!" Jake yelled, catching the whole room's attention. ' But to have your freaking step father who if I'm not mistaken ab-"

"Now that's enough, Jake" Kyle said, pulling him into the next room," I told you, I changed"

"The hell you did!"

"Look, like it or not, you can't change your person, I'm only a volunteer, your real mentor is coming shortly" Kyle sighed, " How can I get you to trust me"

"By getting out this small room" Jake snapped, pointing at the door.

Kyle sighed," You will trust me" He murmured before he closed the door. Jake fell into the bed and closed his eyes slowly, wandering what Michael was thinking. What do you think in comas? Is he okay?

Michael's pink and blue lips parted into a smile.

He was dreaming, he noticed that he was dreaming a lot lately, and he was smiling a lot. So yeah, he was dreaming again, but it wasn't really a dream, just reliving different memories and times and dates and words and phrases and colors and hues.

Hmm….lets see. He counted.

Pink. And Blue. And Black. And Red. Red scared him. Um…words of "Love" and let's see.." Beautiful" and "Alex" and "Music" And " Michael".

He tried to bite his lip, but he couldn't move, so he thought of more things. Sweat. Kisses. Sadness…that had came suddenly actually. Remy. Rory. Jake. Alex. Some guy named Scott and oh Tilly and Adrian and Trent, he can't forget them.

He remembers lights that flashed at violent rates and Leather, and well…music. Loud sharp music.

And a knife.

And a bedroom. And pain, ouchies, pain.

And he knew what happened too.

So yeah, Michael wasn't in a coma really. He liked to consider it more of a lapse in time…he could hear and see everyone, he just couldn't respond, didn't want to. The world had hurt him enough. So he thinks that now, that he can actually think straight, he is gonna be relaxed and lay low for a while. Cause he sees pretty white light and blue eyes. Pretty blonde hair hovering over him and Blue eyes. Cold blue eyes. Scared Blue eyes.

Jake's blue eyes.

Yeah, Michael's dreaming, because when he tries to reach up to touch the main source that put him here, no one is there…for once. No helicopters and police trying to break down the door, no shouts, just a dull florescent light and dull blank fixtures, an artist's broken paint brushes; artistic revisions and scattered hues. Multiple ideas and dreams and colors merged into one

Yeah, Michael dreamed a lot.

Matter of fact, he was beginning to think that he's been dreaming his whole life.

Adrian laughed, " Christmas rocks Mikey , come on, sit with me by the tree"

"Yeah" Trent called out, he had been living with them since he got kicked out of his apartment after his wife dumped him, long story. " He wants a kiss under the mistletoe"

"Are you sure that isn't you?" Michael asked, sitting down with them.

"No, I'm his brother…besides, I already got mines" Trent said, making them laugh.

"The tree is awesome this year" Michael pointed out.

"Yeah, I out did myself" Adrian nodded. " Marsh mellow?"

"Yes, please" Michael said, taking it from him," The dinner is to die for too"

"Yeah, a can of candy yams and marshmellows , God, we are pimping life." Trent smiled, he reached into his jacket and pulled out some mistletoe. " Come on now, you know the rules!"

"So that's where it came from" Adrian laughed.

"I keep it handy, stop stalling" Trent said, poking his brother with one hand, raising it above him and Michael's head. " Kissy kissy"

"Shut up" Michael laughed, shoving him. He leaned in and kissed Adrian, it was a quick, shy kiss.

Lasted a second.

Adrian turned to Trent and smiled," See…kissy kissy…"

Trent laughed, "Do you want me to turn on the fireplace?"

Adrian nodded," Yeah, and give me some more of those marshmellows"

"Okay" Trent said getting up and bringing the 3 foot heater and bag of marsh mellows over to them, they wrapped themselves up inside the blankets, to keep warm since it was freezing and they didn't have enough money to pay for the heating bill and looked up at the tree.

"Merry Christmas you guys" Michael whispered.

"Merry Christmas Mikey" They both said at the same time, their Christmas tree, a small 5 foot cut out of a tree painted with glitter and pictures of a hot guy that Trent found in a magazine, glistening in their eyes.

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(AN: that is my Christmas right there, incept it's a plastic tree and we have turkey, but that's the basics of it. I hope you guys enjoyed it, I am working on the LAST part, because this story has courpted my mind with sin, so yeah, characters will come and go, chapter 16 really picks off for where I've been slacking off and time will start moving faster in the stories. I don't think you'll like this ending whatsoever. But hello, tragedy is my forte. Also, if you happen to wander around my live journal, where I bitch about my life with bad spelling and random FRANZGASAMS, I will be starting anew journal, pure fiction. I have some stuff on killer slash and slacken ties as well, and oh! I just remembered, I have an idea for a new story, as well, so you know guys, watch out! I am sick, and when I;m sick I ramble and write long author notes, and I have like pre-asmatha, so ugh yeah, I'm kinda sweaty weezy right now. Lol., ramndomness. I better stop typing. Love you all! PS: All for you remy is my page on LJ, and HUIYAYAY1! TruFate -waves-)