AN: I do not own these characters. They belong to Disney and although Disney has not used them in a while I still return them unharmed. I'm making no money off of this.

If you don't like slash, don't read. Kay?

P.S. The rating in this chapter is going up for certain thoughts by our lovely boys. Nothing too racy but just in case.

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Chapter 6

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Charlie's POV

"You okay Charlie?" Adam asked me, turning so his back was against his dresser and he could like me in the eye.

"Yeah, I'm fine, why?" I asked feeling my heart beat a little faster. I've never ever seen Adam look this…beautiful although that sounds too feminine and here we are, way too close in my mind though my body was itching to get just a little closer.

"You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah. Why Bankise?"

"You look nervous or something," he said.

"Oh. I'm not, I guess I just look it," I said ignoring how fast my heart was going. I know it is impossible but I could only pray Adam couldn't hear it as well.

"Okay Charlie but you can tell me anything, you know that right?" Adam said his eyes locking with mine. I nodded and swallowed slightly too afraid to speak. With that Adam touched his forehead to mine before pulling back and walking over to his bed, falling down on top of it.

I watched him go and knew that if this continued I'd either leave tomorrow with a boyfriend or leave tomorrow minus one best friend.

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Adam's POV

I nearly kissed Charlie again just now. I wanted to so badly it hurt to pull back and walk away to my bed. But he hadn't said anything about the kiss from earlier so I won't bring it up. I'll try not to anyway but I can't make any guarantees.

My throat went dry as Charlie walked over and sat on the bed next to me, playing with the string of his pajama pants and his eyes fixated on his lap. Okay scratch the wanting to kiss Charlie. Right now I wanted to lock him in my room and not let him leave until we'd done more than kiss. Damn hormones, I can't lock Charlie in my room and I can't pressure him into this. He's straight for crying out loud. Maybe I should try my luck with Portman though I don't think even he could replace Charlie and I doubted he'd want me when his eyes always followed Fulton.

Charlie laid down next to me on the bed and turned his face to mine and smiled. "Tonight was fun," he said.

"Yeah. Though Russ was right, Truth or Dare felt kind of like we'd gone back to seventh grade," I responded.

"True but where we all took it was way farther than any seventh graders would."

"Yeah I don't know any seventh graders daring girls to skinny dip or making disgusting concoctions and making a friend drink it or-"

"Or making two guys kiss?" Charlie said.

I froze. "Yeah, that too. Sorry about that," I said lamely. I guess he'd only kissed back on reflex not because it was me.

"Why are you sorry Adam?"

"Cause you're straight, it can't have been fun for you," I said slowly and although it was childish I turned on my side away from him, curled up into a ball and closed my eyes. Just once I wanted Charlie to feel the same, if only for a moment.

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Charlie's POV

When Adam turned away from me I felt my stomach twist. I hated seeing him pull away from me, I hated when he tried to hide. Adam may appear confident to everyone else, and why wouldn't he be? He was one of the best hockey players in the league, his parents took care of him, he had girls following his every move though that didn't attract him but I'd often seen guys follow him as well. I knew the truth though Adam was scared.

He was scared of rejection, of being hurt, of not being accepted for whom he was which is why I guess he took so long to tell the team about his sexuality. Why he was afraid to tell us I wouldn't know. I felt horrible seeing him like this and knew I had to do something.

Slowly, unsure if what I was doing would help or not I moved closer and wrapped an arm around him and pulled him back against my chest. He stiffened up at first but I felt him relax, giving in. "Don't hide from me Adam," I said quietly. "I hate when you hide."

"I'm not hiding Charlie," he said just as quietly.

"Then what are you doing?"

"Trying to make it easier for you. Trying to make it easy for you to forget that we kissed, that me, the fag of the team, has a crush on you. You don't need to have my problems in your life Charlie."

I stared at the back of his head for a moment in shock. How could he think that? How could he say that about himself in such a way that I could hear him choke on the word fag?

"Adam," I said quietly.

"What?"

"I don't want to forget," I said slowly.

Adam stiffened up again and turned to face me, me keeping my arm around him securely. "Why not? Everyone else would."

"Since when am I part of everyone else?" I asked offering a small smile. Adam shrugged. "And since when would a guy want to forget his best friend had a crush on him when he had one on his best friend as well?" Adam's blue eyes stared into mine in shock. Tonight was definitely a turning point for us.

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Adam's POV

"What?" I choked out. Did Charlie just say what I think he said?

"I have a crush on you too. I don't know when it started but tonight…I feel it more. Like maybe I'm gay or bi or whatever but screw those damn labels and everything else because I could give a shit."

I couldn't think of a response to that so he continued. "I like you Adam. And I hate when you put yourself down or hide from everyone. Don't do it. You're too perfect for that."

"Perfect?" I scoffed. "Yeah I'm perfect," I said standing and pulling out of the one armed embrace Charlie had me in. "I play hockey for an escape and a way to separate me from my family, I get good grades because it's expected of me, I dress like this cause my parents would kill me if they saw me dressed like you or Dean or Fulton. And to top it all off I am gay and can only tell my friends and pray my dad doesn't find out because he'll kill me for it. Charlie I'm not perfect and you know it."

Charlie stood up and grabbed me by the shoulders and made me look at him. "To me none of that bullshit matters. Adam I don't care about your grades or clothes or parents. You're the best friend I've got and you're handsome and nice and you care more about other people than yourself. That's what is perfect, fuck your family, they don't matter to me. You do."

Without thinking I kissed Charlie, desperate for some for of affection. Charlie gave affection and love for the team unconditionally and I counted myself lucky to have found that in him. When he returned the kiss I wanted to cry because it was the only time I'd ever felt this happy in my life. Here it was Charlie and me, not Charlie, the Ducks, my family, and me. Just Charlie and me.

When we pulled apart I immediately regretted the kiss. What if Charlie didn't want that? What if I crossed a line or pushed Charlie too far? What if he returned the kiss out of pity?

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Charlie's POV

I could see Adam freaking out a bit and smiled to myself. He was always so worried about hurting other people. "Adam," I said putting my forehead on his.

"Yeah?"

"Do I really have to sleep on the pullout bed by myself?" I asked hoping he got the message.

"You can take my bed but-" the Adam stopped talking for a second. "Oh."

I laughed and wrapped my arms around his waist, the movement seeming so new but also so natural, like I'd done it for years.

"We could share my bed," Adam suggested.

"Better," I said kissing him quickly.

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AN: Okay I'm sorry about the lack of Dean/Fulton in this one but I wanted to get Charlie and Adam together cause I love them. Dean and Fulton are up next. Comment with suggestions or just opinions.