I'm sorry that it took so long this time, but I admit I'm begining to give into laziness Plus I had a hard time with this chapter, coming up with ideas and such. BUT, I did it, so here it is everyone! Thank you for being so patient X3
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(Kyle)
"Come on men! Keep up!" yelled our drill instructor.
All of us had DEFINATELY been nothing buch couch potatoes back home, because everyone in our squad was laggin behind, gasping for breath. We hadn't even been running for a half hour yet, and we already felt like we were going to die. The only one who was able to keep up was Christophe, and that was only because he had been trained in this sort of activity.
Kenny and I jogged side by side, encouraging eachother to keep going, even though we felt like we should just fall over and pretend to have fainted. Christophe looked back at us and smirked, starting to chuckle. Kenny saw this and became irritated.
"Damn, sometimes I just wanna kick his ass..." he mumbled to himself. When I didn't answer, Kenny looked over at me in confusion. He saw that I looked a little disturbed, and tired.
"Hey Ky, you ok?" he asked. I snapped out of my trance and turned to him.
"Oh uh, yea..." I replied, unconvincingly. Kenny shook his head.
"Yea, you don't sound ok. Did something happen?" he asked, starting to slow down. I kept on jogging, trying avoid the subject altogether. The truth was, something was bothering me...mainly that horrible dream. But I didn't want to worry Kenny, or make him feel creeped out, since he had died in the dream. I shook my head.
"It's nothing, I'm just feeling kinda ill, but I'm ok. C'mon, we need to catch up or the instructor will strangle us..." I attempted to finish. Kenny had other plans however...
He yanked me by my arm and pulled me behind one of the nearby recreational buildings. He slammed me against the wall and pushed his body against mine. My eyes were wide and he smiled devilishly. He traced his index finger down my chest and leaned in close. His lips brushed gently over mine, barely touching them. I shivered as I heard his low voice whisper in my ear,
"The maybe I should help you feel better...hmm?"
He finally claimed my lips in a mind-blowing kiss, slipping his tongue in when I gasped. His hands came up to cup my face, and my arms snaked around his waist. I knew that we shouldn't have been doing this, especially where we were. We were out in the open, with our drill instructor probably looking for us, in a military base where, if you were caught engaging in homosexual activities, they would remove you immediately. And knowing Kenny, he would try to take all the blame, and then we would probably be sepearted since his "legal" home was now with his dad.
My mind finally caught hold of my body, and I slowly pushed his back before things got too out of hand. At first, Kenny looked kind of hurt, and disappointed. I smiled and kiss him once more, very lightly, on the lips.
"Thanks, I feel better already...but I don't think we should be doing this now..." I was being honest with him, except about the feeling better part. I still felt kind of tired and shaken up by the dream. But, I knew I had to try and get over the whole thing, for Kenny's sake. I didn't want him to be worrying about me for anything.
Just as Kenny and I were about to turn the corner from behind the building, who suddenly showed up, but Christophe. All three of us stopped dead in our tracks and stared at eachother. My gaze shifted to the ground. I felt as if he would be able to read my mind if he saw into my eyes. Kenny, however, just put on a fake smile and greeted him.
"Hey there french boy. Whacha doin all the way back here?" he asked casually. Christophe looked sort of surprised at the fact that Kenny was trying to cover up what we had been doing. He retorted by pulling his trump card.
"Mmm, I should be asking you two zat...zis is ze second time you two 'ave snuck off togezah...alone..." he folded his arms and cocked an eyebrow. My eyes immediately widened and I dared not look at him now.
He knows...he knows...he fucking knows... I began to panic. What if he tells? What if Kenny and I are seperated...? Oh god...
To my horrid surprise, Kenny's next repsonse was, "Oh, well, can't a guy slip off into private to make out with his boyfriend for a couple minutes?" Both Christohpe's and my own eyes popped out of our skulls. Kenny snickered at the response.
Nothing was said for several minutes.
"HEY!" came a distant voice.
All three of us turned in the direction of the drill instructor. He was stomping toward us, and when he finally reached us, he looked from me, to Kenny, and to Christophe.
"Well? Is someone going to tell me why you fags have just been standing around while the rest of the squad is actually training, pathetic as it is?" he demanded. No one said a word. Just as the drill instructor was about to blow a fuse, Christophe spoke.
"Nuhzing instructor...Kyle was just very ill, and he released his stomach contents. Kenny was just aiding him, seeing az 'ow he is Kyle's only friend." he concluded. I was utterly surprised, but Kenny didn't seem phased by this at all. The instructor didn't seem convinced, but also didn't feel like dealing with us at the moment.
"Fuck it...just get back to the squad..." he finished, walking back over to the others.
Christophe watched him go, and then turned his attention back to us. He placed his hands on his hips, smiling coyly.
"Well, aren't you two ze lucky ones...lucky to 'ave a friend like moi?" he asked.
I didn't know what to think. What was Kenny thinking anyway? It was if, he was trying to throw Christophe off by actually admitting to him what we had been doing, but it was so completely obvious that he knew Kenny was telling the truth when he said that. I was just confused.
Suddenly, without warning, Christophe approached Kenny and pressed his lips to Kenny's. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. Kenny didn't do anything. He didn't move, which made me kind of irritated, but he also didn't return the kiss. I was frozen where I stood, and couldn't move to do anything either.
Christophe pulled back a bit, but then leaned in again and whispered something in Kenny's ear, making his expression fade a bit. Christophe then turned his back to Kenny and winked once at me before following the instructor's example, and walking back to join the others.
After he had faded from sight, I approached Kenny, who was still in shock a bit, and questioned him.
"Ken? What the hell was that-wait, what did he say?" I asked quickly.
Kenny turned to me and smiled slightly. He kind of laughed, and wrapped his arms around my waist. He leaned forward and whispered to me,
"He said that he wants to join us sometime..."
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(Kenny)
Months passed. Things had become kind of weird between Kyle and I since that whole Christophe thing. We never really fooled around anymore since we always felt like we were being constantly watched by Christophe. It really creeped us out.
I didn't mid though, and I tried to convince Kyle not to let it bother him either. We had been here for almost four months, and soon we would be able to go home. Once we returned, we would elope together and find a place of our own where we could live happily, without our families interfering. Everything was going to be ok after all...or, so we thought...
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-ATTENTION- THIS IS AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT- EVERYONE REPORT TO THE BASE IMMEDIATELY AND YOUR INSTRUCTORS WILL JOIN YOU MOMENTARILY-
Kyle and I had been eating when we heard the intercom. At first, we just ignored it thinking that it was another false alarm, like when the toilets overfowed or something. But when the caferteria guards had began clearing people out, we were forced to leave and head back to base.
Everyone took as seat next to their squads, except Kyle and me. We took seats in the way back where I could discreately "entertain" him in case the announcement got too boring, which it probably would. Just as Kyle was about to sit, he was pushed violently and his face fell in my lap. We both looked up and saw that jackass from the first day. He had been laying off since he was told off by Christophe, but for some reason, he had started being a bastard again. He smiked.
"Ugh, get a room if you're gonna suck him off jew-boy..." he laughed. Kyle became red and regained his composure as I sat up and stared the guy right in his eyes.
"You wouldn't know anything about being sucked off asshole. The girl's can't find yours." I smirked. The guys friends all starting snickering from behind him. He scoffed and turned his back to us, smacking one of the guys over the head as he took his seat. I turned to Kyle, who was still blushing violently, and smiled. I stroked his thigh lovingly and he smiled back at me slightly.
"MEN, QUIET DOWN!" yelled the general from the podium. All was silent. He cleared his throat
"Thank you...now, I have some rather grave news to report to all of you, so listen good." he gathered himself up, seeming to be very upset. "...The Canadians...have attacked...the west coast..." everyone gasped like a bunch of worried women. Not a sound was heard after that, and so he continued,
"California has been bombed...and so has some states surrounding it, Nevada, Arizona, Oregon, Washington...and parts of Colorado where I know some of you have originated from..."
Kyle's hands flew over his mouth. I saw his horror stricken face, and pulled him close to me. He rested his head on my shoulder, and began to shake violently.
"Oh god Kenny..." he whispered, "what is mom...and dad...and Ike...what if they...are...oh my god..." his voice became shaky, and I hugged him tightly.
The general held his head high as he spoke the final words that would confirm our worst nightmares.
"Men...in a weeks time...we will be going to war..."
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OH NO! Poor Kyle and Kenny. Well, keep reading to find out if everything will turn out ok for them. Review please ;)
