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Darren sat alone in his room. His head in his hands as he sat at his desk 'working' on a SU bar poster. What was he meant to say to that? He'd just left the room; he couldn't shake it, a feeling like he'd taken a wrong turn. He knew what Craig meant but had played stupid, why? He didn't even weight to hear what Craig had to say, for all he knew Craig felt the same. If Craig had felt the same he'd just about ruined all chances of anything happening. He sighed and looked around his room, there was a pin board in the corner, it was pasted with pictures of him and his family, but they were mainly him and Craig.

It shocked him how much Craig was effecting him. It scared him to think he was having these feelings for another guy and on top of that they were the strongest ones he'd ever had. It confused him, he wanted to talk to some one about it but had the horrible feeling that they wouldn't understand, and they'd call him a freak. There was a knock at the door, he didn't answer, just turned and stared at the door. The handle creaked and Craig appeared in the door way. Darren opened his mouth to protest Craig's entrance but the younger man entered quickly, not caring what Darren had to say.

"We need to talk." Craig took position leaning against the wall. They stayed where they were for what was a definitely long enough to be classified as an uncomfortable silence. "Fine, I'll start." Craig broke it. "I know how you feel." He paused, "And, well, I'm not sure how I feel. I like you but, I just don't know. I think I may like you more but if I don't you'll get hurt and I don't want that." Craig had rehearsed his speech. But he had expected Darren to say something. Darren looked away, he didn't say anything. He waited until; finally, Craig left the room.

Darren turned to his desk and grabbed his wallet and looked to the window, second floor. He could live the fall quite easily. He turned once more to face his door. He wasn't sure if he wanted to leave, he was thinking that maybe he should just talk to Craig. But that wasn't like him and he knew it. He was a coward, he ran as soon as things got tough. And things were definitely tough. He opened the window, cursing once as it was somewhat hard to open all the way. Down bellow there was a pile of old and empty boxes, very cliché but that's what was there. He sat on the window sill and swung his legs over then let go with his hands and fell. He landed in a sitting position which wasn't exactly great for him but it didn't hurt too much. He got up and ran, he didn't look back, he was running from a potential problem, but also potential answers.

A day later and he still hadn't returned, but no one had noticed he'd even gone. No one had gone in his room. But Frankie was beginning to get worried.

"Jack, Darren hasn't been down to eat in almost a day. Do you think something's wrong?" She asked that evening over dinner; Craig looked up at the mention of Darren's name. He suddenly realised that she was right; he hadn't left the room once.

"Oh, it's probably just a girl problem." Jack smiled as he cut in to his chicken.

"I'll take some food up for him, if you want me to mum." Craig said, trying to sound like he was just trying to be a good son.

"Thank you dear, I'm sure he'll like that." Just as the conversation returned to normal there was a knock at the door. Jack went and opened it, only to find a rather pathetic looking Darren, rain drenched, just sought of staring at his feet.

"When did you go out?" Jack asked, Darren just looked up at him, his face was bloody and he had a black eye and bruises everywhere. "Oh my god, what happened to you son?" Jack led Darren in to the sitting room and sat him down on the couch. Frankie was already raiding the cupboards for bandages and wound cleaners. Craig had just stared; he couldn't believe that he felt so mad. He wanted to kill whoever it was who had done that, to Darren, his Darren.

Later that night Darren was alone in his room again, lying slightly propped up on his bed, watching a DVD on a laptop. His door opened and Craig came on, holding a bag of crisp.

"I thought you might be hungry." Craig smiled faintly, and invited him self to come further in. He went and sat on the bed to watch the DVD. "Darren…" Craig said. Darren turned to look at him; Craig quickly leaned in and pressed his lips against Darren's.

The end for now…

Ha ha, the first guy on guy kiss I've ever heard of on hollyoaks yay for me.

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