Okay I'm very sorry about the uber big delay I had with this chapter, also it sounds a ickle bit rushed, and such but I'd still love opinions and reviews pwease

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The memories of what he's heard Darren say ran through his mind, playing over and over, "I want to be with him". Craig repeated to himself, a broken record. Mimicking what Darren had said. If Steff had found out, if she'd seen what he'd been watching it'd all be over. The video of Darren, the one he'd made, god knows why, but he'd made one using clips he'd gotten with his spying. He watched it a lot, a week had passed sense Darren had been 'found out'. Still neither Darren nor Craig confronted each other, Darren not telling his secret, Craig not telling of his knowing the secret.

"Hey Craig." Jack smiled as he walked in to the back room. "Do you mind bussing some tables for me son?" Jack wiped sweat from his forehead; an unseasonably warm day had oddly brought a number of people inside to the pub, after refreshment.

"Can't Darren?" Craig complained, hoping to get out of helping, he didn't much feel like moving.

"He's already out there doing his job," Jack gave Craig an odd glance, noting that usually Craig would've been nearly happy to help out. "What's wrong son?" Jack asked, concern lacing his words. "Is it about Darlene again?" Craig scowled at Jack, angry that it had to be brought up, again.

"No. I don't know, I just… don't feel like working today." Craig shrugged and turned to look at the T.V. Dr Who re runs, it was always on.

"Well I'm sorry to hear that," Jack sighed, leaning against the back of the sofa, "But you have no choice." He grabbed Craig's shoulder and jokingly led him towards the front of the pub. "Now go work…" He grinned as he watched Craig shuffle around the seats and tables which seemed to be crawling with hot and sweaty people, occasionally Craig would stop and pick up an empty glass or unused plate to bring it back to the bar. Darren stood behind the bar, unknown to Craig (or at least he thought), he watched the younger man as he worked. Craig did notice Darren staring at him and felt suddenly self conscious, almost like he had when he was around Darlene.

Craig couldn't help but feel confused, why was this bothering him so much? Normally he could dismiss it and pretend it may not have happening, or confronted Darren and shouted at him, telling him he's not exactly his type. Craig ran the scenarios in his mind, what could happen if he did what he thought. One that scared him the most when it came to his mind was telling Darren he liked him, but why would he? Why was he even thinking it? That's what scared Craig, not so much the out come, which all together seemed pretty good, fairly happy, in fact he ran the out come over in his mind many times.

"Are you okay Darren?" Jack asked, noting the spaced look on Darren's face, and the fact that he kept getting drink orders wrong and dropping things.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He sighed, rubbing a hand across his head. He felt hot, and a little dizzy.

"Have you been drinking enough water son?" Jack put a hand on Darren's shoulder, steadying the occasionally swaying young man. Darren gave a faint grin then placed a hand on the bar. "Maybe you should sit down." Darren walked in to the living room, slumping down on to the sofa. "I'll get Craig to bring you a drink in a bit, the crowds dying down now so I can spare him." Jack smiled and went back to the bar. A few minutes later Craig appeared carrying a tray with a glass of water, a coke and two bags of bacon razzels. He sat next to Darren on the sofa, neither saying anything, and passed him the water and a bag of crisps. Darren nodded a thank you and drank the water in one breath; Craig stared at him, slightly amused.

"Thirsty?" He joked; taking Darren's empty glass he stood up and walked over to the sink, filling it up. "Do you want an ibuprofen pill thingy?" Craig looked over and saw Darren nod. He opened a draw and dug around until he found a pack that had about three left. He popped two of the 200mg pills in to his hand and carried them and the water back to Darren.

"Thanks Craig." Darren smiled with one quick twitch of the corner of his mouth before putting the pills in his mouth and swallowing them with a gulp of water.

"Darren, can I ask you something?" Craig bit his bottom lip, unable to think what he was actually going to ask.

"Yeah go ahead." Darren sat contented as he munched a bacon razzel.

"Why don't you just tell me? Just tell me what you mean, why you didn't like Darlene?" Craig felt his throat closing up, he couldn't speak any more. Darren had frozen, he turned slowly and stared at Craig. The younger boy was doing whatever he could to avoid eye contact with Darren.

"What do you mean?" Darren stuttered, trying not to let anything show.

"For gods sake Darren, I know!" Craig shouted, looking up in to Darren's eyes, scared and unsure.

End of chapter three

Well? What do you think? What's Darren going to do? Eek a cliff hanger, just like the show its self!