"Hey, Enrique?"

"Hm?" Enrique answered, absentmindedly turning the page of his book.

"Where's Oliver? I haven't seen him all day…"

"Oh, he's at the restaurant…"

Johnny and Robert exchanged glances.

"Er, you sure?"

"Yup."

"Really sure?"

"Yup."

"Absolutely, positively-"

"Yes, he gets it, Johnny. Now be quiet." Robert told Johnny.

Enrique sighed and closed his book. "Yes, I talked to Oliver yesterday and we agreed that he would talk to his father and stuff. And if he found it stressing, he'd come to one of us."

"I guess that seems fair." Robert commented. A lop-sided smile came to his lips. "And you know what, Enrique? You've been a loyal and true friend. I doubt that if we-mainly you-hadn't been here, Oliver might've had a breakdown; and a serious one at that."

"He just…"

"'He just' what?" Johnny pressed.

"…" Enrique paused for a while, "…he just doesn't seem the type. He seemed so calm and collective before; always coming up with solutions to problems before we even had the chance to start thinking. I'm beginning to think that Oliver's changed… a lot… well, maybe not a lot, and even if he has, not in a bad way, but-"

"Enrique, you're rambling…" Johnny growled.

"It's in my blood."

"No, it's in the space where your brain is supposed to be."

"Stop talking about yourself, McGregor."

"Why you little-"

"Johnny! Enrique!" Robert semi-shouted, catching their attention just in time to stop Johnny's sentence; he held up two fingers. "Two words: Shut. Up. You two act like brothers…"

"That's seven words, Robert." Enrique pointed out.

A vein pulsed on Robert's brow and he looked at Johnny, who was looking at him expectantly. "Be my guest."

"Dead meat, Giancarlo!" Johnny yelled as he chased the blonde outside into the garden. "That's what you are: dead meat!"

Enrique just gave a slight squeak and quickened his pace. He weaved in and out of the evergreen trees until he spotted the maze. Luckily, he still remembered running through it after Oliver, so he knew where most of the dead ends were. He grinned like a Cheshire cat and ran in; he was delighted to hear Johnny give a very colourful curse behind the wall/hedge next to him.

A few minutes later, he rounded the corner to the middle of the maze and stopped suddenly, blinking.

"Oli? What're you doing here?"

"Huh? Oh, hi Enrique…" The French boy replied. Enrique smiled, walking over and lying next to Oliver. "I finished at the restaurant and needed some time to myself…"

"Oh… do you want me to leave, then?"

"No, no. Stay. Anyway, I think you're safer here than with Johnny."

"Yeah, I sup- wait, how'd you know I was running away from Johnny?" Enrique asked bewildered.

Oliver giggled. "Many reasons… one being that I heard all those lovely curses coming from his mouth."

Enrique laughed, glancing at Oliver's tranquil expression as the French boy stared lazily at the sapphire-blue sky dotted with a few wispy clouds. Oliver sighed happily, closing his eyes, a small smile on his face.

"You know, this is what I want to do. Take life at a pace that suits me… enjoy life for what it's worth… live each day to its full potential…"

"In other words: be a lazy bum."

"Enrique!"

"Whaaaat?"

Oliver sat up and turned his back on Enrique, crossing his arms across his chest.

"I'm hurt, Enrique." Oliver pouted, throwing the look over his shoulder.

"Oh come on, Oli." Enrique whined as he sat up too; though he knew that Oliver was faking his 'hurt'. "I didn't mean it." He wrapped his arms round the other's waist and rested his head on his shoulder. He waited for a while. "Forgive me?"

"Might do…"

"What'll it take?"

Oliver pretended to think. "Hmmm… if you do the washing up, the I might consider it…"

"No way."

"Do you have a better agreement, then, Enrique?"

"Indeed I do…"

Raising a hand, he pulled Oliver's head to the side and pressed his lips against the French boy's. His grip around Oliver's waist tightened as he felt him shift, but instead of pulling away, Oliver turned his body around so he was facing Enrique. In a matter of seconds, he found himself straddling the Italian and Enrique's hands cupping his behind, pulling him closer. The green-haired teen wound his arms round the blonde's neck for stability as the kiss intensified.

But neither noticed a pair of purple eyes watching them, an almost feral grin etched on his face.

"Well, whadda ya know? I knew it… wait till Robert hears about this…" Johnny muttered as he turned and ran, still grinning…

A/N- oooo! So, Enrique and Oliver do harbour feelings for each other and now Johnny knows! Soon Robert will know! What will happen…?

P.S- sorry for the slow update… I somehow managed cut to my hand while ice skating. It weren't mah fault! Some dude went right into me and… well, the details are gory… to put it short, the edge of his skate got dug into mah hand… hehe, I didn't actually feel it; twas weird… but I had to write this chapter ( just like the chapter for A Pheonix Love) all one handedly… bloody hell, don't try it…

Anywho, Review! DAMN RYHMES!