Warning: This chapter contains boy-on-boy action. (Not really graphic, mind you, because it's being told, not described, if that makes any sense.) So, if you are a homophobe/prude, this is your warning. I really don't any reviews saying, "oMg, tIm+ dAlLyR lYkE SoOoOoOo nOtGaY, u pErVeRt!11111111111111111! oMgWtFlOl." Because that would take too much time to analyze, plus, those reviews bug me. And I gave a warning in the summary AND first chapter. So, homophobes, you canfuck off.

Alicia sighed and leaned back in her chair. She was in health class, and they were doing CPR training. As she let her head fall back, she wondered what Curly was hiding. Oh well; she and Angela would get it out of him eventually. But what would Tim say about Dally? Were they gay together? Had they ever had sex? Or was it just a ploy to make Alicia and Angela look like fools?

"All right, class, today we're going to practice CPR. I'm going to assign you a partner, and you have to practice on them. Ready?" Mr. Seymour, the Health teacher from Hell was at the front of the room. "How about… Grace and John. Kara and Matthew. Ashley and Dora." As he rattled off the names, Alicia had the sinking suspicion that she wouldn't be partnered with Angela. She was right. "Alicia and… Ah! Rose!"

"WHAT?" Alicia leapt to her feet.

Mr. Seymour blinked through his glasses. "I said that you and Rose should be partners."

Alicia rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I heard you, I'm not stupid." She sat down and snapped her gum.

Mr. Seymour ran his hand through his straw-colored hair. "Now, I need a pair… Rose, Alicia, how about you?"

The two glared daggers at each other and walked to the front of the room. "One of you needs to be the person who needs to be saved."

Rose's hand shot into the air. "I'll be the victim!" She cried.

"All your life." Alicia said, smiling sweetly.

The class laughed.

Rose ignored them. "I'm going to be an actress!"

Mr. Seymour beamed. "Lovely, Rose. I see you also got the lead in the Thanksgiving play, so I'm sure you'll be amazing. But, back to class. Lay down. Close your eyes and don't breathe much." He turned sternly to Alicia. "Now, pretend like she's really dying. What would you do?"

Alicia raised her eyebrows. "Celebrate, I guess."

There were a few sniggers. "Now, Alicia, I want you to be serious."

"I am being serious!" She protested.

"No, you aren't. Now, Alicia, plug her nose and put her mouth over hers-"

Alicia's face contorted. "Ugh, no! That's disgusting! I refuse to kiss her!"

"Either that or you have to go to the principal."

"Fine!" Alicia turned and walked out of the room.

A few minutes later, she was sitting in the principal's anteroom. Mr. Seymour had tracked her down and sent her to Mr. Howard. Alicia leaned back in her seat casually and took out a cigarette and lighter. Mrs. Andrews, the secretary, looked up. "No smoking in here, Miss Shepard." She said sternly.

Alicia sighed and put them in her pocket. The second hand ticked by. As she gazed at the clock, she heard the door open. A familiar voice cried, "c'mon, man, I was framed! Why in God's name would I try to steal a painting from the art room?" The door slammed shut, and the owner of the voice sat down next to Alicia. "Aww, man! This sucks!" Curly looked at his sister. "What'd you do?"

Alicia glanced at him. "I wouldn't do CPR to that Rose chick."

Curly's dark eyes lit up. "That Soc broad? Shit, I would do anything to kiss her."

Alicia laughed loudly. "Get real, man! She's pretty and smart and popular. And she's a Soc. She wouldn't even give you the time of day."

"I didn't say I wanted to date her. I just wanna bang her."

Alicia threw back her head and laughed again. Mrs. Andrews glared at her, but she was saved any lecturing, because at that moment, the phone rang. Alicia caught snatches of her conversation. Apparently, some kid was caught trying to break into the principal's car. Mrs. Andrews had to go sort something out. The moment she stepped out the door, Curly grabbed Alicia's arm. "Now's our chance!" He sprinted out the door with Alicia in his wake.

The siblings burst out of the main doors and fell to the ground, laughing. The warm sun and air felt good against their faces. Alicia tilted her dark head up and let the sun fall onto her. Curly laid back onto the grass. She fell back next to him. Her black hair touched his and for a moment, it looked like they were connected, before he sat up. "Wanna smoke?"

"Fuck yes. I got in trouble before you came in about smoking in the waiting room." She laughed, lighting the cigarette he handed her. After taking a long drag on it, she glanced over at Curly. It seemed like he was thinking, which was a revolution unto itself. "Why are you staring off into space?"

"Just thinking…" he muttered.

"Don't hurt yourself." She said with a smirk. Then, with a bit less sarcasm, she added, "what about?"

"Oh… Tim."

"Oh mother fucking God. Don't tell me you have an incestuous crush on Tim."

"No, I'm not thinking about him like that, dipshit." He sighed. "I dunno. He's known for being tough but… fags aren't looked on too highly here."

Alicia inhaled too quickly and began to cough and sputter. "Whatthefuck!" She gasped. "He… he is gay! What does he tell you? Tell me now, or me and Angel will kick the shit out of you!"

Curly laughed. "Yeah, like my two baby sisters could take me? Gimme a break."

"Fine, I will. Which limb?" With surprising speed and grace, she pounced on him, like a cat on its prey. Curly wrestled with her for a while, but she was his match in strength. After five minutes, she had him pinned. "Now, tell me everything."

"Nope." The Shepard children were stubborn and Curly was possibly the worst. When he wanted to, he could keep his trap shut good. Unfortunately, it was rarely shut, and the one time Alicia wanted him to talk, he wouldn't. It always worked that way, didn't it?

The rest of the day passed normally. They went to a burger place and ate lunch. Then they wandered along the streets for the rest of the time and talked about everything but Tim and gay people. As much as she hated to admit, Alicia liked Curly. He was easy to talk to and, when he wasn't trying to be tough, he could be almost considered decent. But what the fuck was he hiding?

When they got home, it was about five in the afternoon. Angela and Tim were in the kitchen, drinking and smoking. Angela was giving Tim the lowdown about some fuck that was hitting on her, while Tim was pretending to listen. He was leaning back in his chair, absentmindedly flipping open and closing his switchblade. When she paused to take a breath, Tim interrupted her. "Look, Angel, as a-fucking-mazing as that story is, I have to go."

"Where're you going?" Curly asked.

"Goin' to meet Dally." Tim said, flatly and he started to walked out the door.

"Can I go with you?" Curly yelled after him.

"No!" Tim called over his shoulder before walking away.

"Asshole." Curly muttered. He took a swig out of Tim's half-full beer bottle. "He acts like I don't exist anymore."

"His world revolves around Dally, you know that, Curly." Angela said. She saw Curly pounding down the beer, and her eyes brightened. Alicia could see the wheels turning in her sister's mind. Both of them knew that, when drunk, Curly would reveal almost anything. And he was never one to pass up free booze. "Here, Curly, you can have the rest of mine." She offered, uncharacteristically generous. To top it off, she flashed him a sweet grin.

"Thanks." Curly grabbed it, and chugged it down. Alicia took an unopened bottle from the refrigerator and cracked it open. She drank some, then gave the rest to her brother. Curly looked at her suspiciously, but luckily, he didn't have the brains to see their plan. He drank it down and they gave him another.

An hour and nine and a half bottles of beer later, Curly was rambling on about some greaser broad he'd fucked and then gotten the shit beaten out of him by her boyfriend. It was all in explicit detail, and made Angela and Alicia feel a little sick. To make him talk, Alicia looked at the clock. "Man, it sure is getting late. I hope Tim remembers to get back from meeting Dally."

Curly laughed. "Yeah, right. Like they can spare five minutes from gropin' each other."

Both girls looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Curly continued. "Yeah, Tim said once that Dally was real drunk, ya know? So, Dally kisses him full on the mouth, like, WHOO!" He gave another drunken laugh. "So, Tim was pretty smashed too, but he had an idea of what the fuck was goin' on."

"So what did Tim do?" Angela coaxed.

"So, Tim kisses 'im back. Tim's always had the hots for Dally. A blind ferret could see that. So, Tim says that they're like, makin' out." He paused and belched loudly before continuing. "They're makin' out, and then Dally takes off Tim's shirt. And Dally like, licks Tim's neck and sucks on his nipples an' all." At that moment Curly stopped. "Ya know, I've always wondered why guys have nipples. They don't milk, do they? 'Cause that'd be-"

"Curly, we don't give a rat's ass about nipples, keep going!" Alicia said, eager to know what was going on.

"Oh, yeah. So, Tim says that Dally was a great kisser, even better than that Janet broad. Anyways, Tim took off Dally's shirt and they were all over each other. Then, Dally's hand goes down Tim's pants. And Dally's all fingering him, grabbin' at his balls, you know the drill. An' Tim's all aroused and shit. So, Tim lets him jack him off for a while, before they went upstairs."

"Wait, where were they?" Angela interrupted. She really didn't want to be known as the girl whose brother got a hand-job from another guy in the middle of, say, a public restaurant. That would be embarrassing, not to mention just plain gross.

"Nah, they were in Buck Merril's backyard. There was a party or somethin' goin' on an' they went for a walk together. So, anyways, where was I?"

"They went upstairs…?" Alicia said, excitedly.

"Oh, yeah. So, Dally takes off Tim's pants and is jackin' 'im off 'n' shit. And then Tim grabs Dally's pants off and they're fondlin' each other. Then Dally starts givin' Tim a blowjob."

Angela actually spat out some of the beer she was drinking. "He what?" She twisted her face into a grimace. "Jesus Christ. I am never getting drunk around Dally."

"That's what Tim said. So, Dally's blowin' Tim, then he gets up and they start makin' out again and they fall on the bed. Tim starts kissin' Dally's neck an' then Tim gives Dally a hand job and pretty soon they orgasm all over each other."

Angela gagged and Alicia made a disgusted face. Curly went on, either oblivious to their reaction or too drunk to care. "An' then Tim goes, 'wanna wash it off in the shower?' An' Dally says, 'hell yeah.' So they get in the shower and wash all the cum off. Then they get out of the shower and rub each other down and then they had sex in the bed."

Angela inhaled on her cigarette too fast and choked on the smoke while Alicia almost spat out her beer. "What?"

Curly raised his eyebrows. "I said they had sex in the bed."

"We heard you. But, they actually had sex, like, real sex?" Alicia said.

"Yeah. But Tim didn't tell me the details. He said it was too 'personal' or somethin'. So, the next mornin' Tim wakes up and Dally's all next to him. So, Tim gets up'n gets dressed 'n' runs back home like a motherfucker." Curly took a deep breath. "An' he reckons Dally doesn't 'member 'cause he's never mentioned it."

"So, that's it?" Angela looked disgusted for a moment, then she smiled. "Lovely. Now, I can begin my blackmail." She plonked her beer bottle down and stood. "Thank you, Curly. I owe ya one." She walked out of the room, humming a Beatles song.

Alicia looked at him for a moment. "When did Tim tell you this?"

Curly shrugged. "Couple weeks 'go. Why?"

"I dunno." She brushed her hair out of her face, feeling slightly ill. Tim. Tim Shepard, my brother, has had sex with another male. Jesus motherfucking Christ. Alicia stood. "I'm gonna go find out what Angel's up to."

Curly grinned drunkenly. "Okay! More beer for me then!" He took a long swig of beer and began to laugh and sing.

Tim was walking home, hunched over with his hands in his ripped jeans pockets. He was reliving that evening with Dally. How could the younger boy not remember that drunken evening? Tim remembered it perfectly. Then again, Tim hadn't had seven or eight beers like Dally had. Tim only had three, and even though he was a little drunk, he could still remember Dally's lips on his, his fingers in Dally's hair… Tim shook his dark head. Then he'd made the mistake of telling Curly. His little brother was the biggest blabber-mouthed fool he'd ever encountered. Luckily, Curly was also afraid of Tim, and the older boy had promised to punch his lights out if he told a soul.

When Tim arrived home, he found his brother passed out face-down on the kitchen table, surrounded by beer bottles. In the living room, Alicia was lying on the couch watching TV and Angela was painting her nails on the floor. "Hey, Timmy." Angela said without looking up. Tim could tell there was a coy smirk on Angela's face that she was trying to hide. Alicia glanced up at him before returning to her show.

Tim wandered upstairs and went to his bedroom. He was so fucking confused. Did he like Dally, or did he like Dally? Did Angela or Alicia know about them? What did Curly think? More to the point, who the hell did Curly tell? Tim's head fell back onto his pillow, his head filling with questions. Maybe a goodnight's sleep would clear his mind.

A/N: Grins like an insane rabbit Well? Curly's secret is out, people! And poor Timmy doesn't have a clue what to do! Please review! Look at the poor review button, people, it looks so lonely. Strokes review button Cheers, y'all! Runs off singing The PHANTOM of the OPERA is there! Inside my mind! Cackles and rides the Batmobile/vaccum into the sunset