Madianna- Yes, Rich is Richard the Lionheart, and John is Prince John. Geoffrey is the middle brother. He died in a jousting accident aged 27 in 1186, so no one really know that much about him. They're in a play, made into a film, called, "The Lion In Winter". It's about them and their father, Henry II, mother, Eleanor of Aquitaine, and their fight for the English Crown. Geoffrey's my favourite of the three boys...

Heathcliif and Cathy are on The Gang's side. (Otherwise, they wouldn't be hanging out with them! :-D)

Yes, it's quite amusing to see the monarchs all the same age and in school together...

Enjoy! :-D

"They're down here," Banquo said, leading them down the path. "Just round the corridor."

Clarence rubbed his hands together with glee. "I can't wait to find out my future…" he grinned, eyes glinting.

"You don't actually BELIEVE this story do YOU?" Valmont asked seriously. "I tell you, Macbeth and Banquo are nutters. I bet you they take drugs."

"Macbeth, yes, Banquo, no." Geoffrey said, eyebrow raised.

"Why not Banquo?" John asked, sulking behind Geoffrey and their oldest brother, Rich, who didn't seem bothered by this at all.

"Because Banquo smart enough NOT to take drugs, and Macbeth's a loner who's desperate for attention."

"That's true," Hal remarked. Then he frowned. "But Banquo believes this too, and doesn't seek attention, so are they telling the truth?"

Geoffrey shrugged his shoulders. "Beats me, let's just wait and see."

At the back, George walked side by side with Lennie, who once again clutched at his arm frantically.

"Are we going to die today, George?" he asked, worried.

George shook his head. "No, no Lennie, we're not. It's not true."

"Well, what is, then?" Lennie replied.

George looked away.

"That I love you more than you could ever imagine," he thought.

"George?" Lennie whispered. "George!"

"What?" he hissed back.

"Are Macbeth and Banquo telling the truth?"

"I don't know…"

Lennie thought for a moment, before leaning in and whispering in George's ear: "If we have to die, George, I'd die with you. You're the bestest friend I've ever had, and I want you to know I love you so much, George."

George chocked out a cry, and turned his head away. "How?" he thought. "How do you love me, Lennie? Which way is it?"

He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay, George?" Lennie whimpered. "I haven't upset you have I?"

"No, No, you haven't upset me, Lennie. I-I love you as well. Sure, at times, you're annoying, but you're my best friend too."

Lennie grinned. "Like brothers, George? At my wedding, you could be my best man! And I could be yours at your wedding!"

George nodded, looking at the ground as he felt his heart break. "If we find anyone…" he murmured.

"Sure we will, George! She'll be so pretty and nice, and she'll have soft hair too! She'll cook me things, and give me puppies to play with, and we'll all live happily ever after!" Lennie declared, his eyes wide and dreaming. "And you can visit us anytime you like!"

George said nothing, but a lone tear trickled down his check and dropped onto the dirt on the ground.

Lennie noticed. "George? I have upset you, haven't I?"

George said nothing. Lennie grabbed hold off his hand, and George felt a fire explode inside him. He felt butterflies in his chest. He felt something new that overpowered him, and he knew what that was, and he knew that he could never have it. Lennie had just proved that with what he said.

He let out another choked cry.

"George, look at me, please!" Lennie cried. "I didn't mean no harm!"

Richard and the others turned around. Richard's eyes grew dark. He knew what was going on.

"George…" he willed. "Don't do something you'll regret."

As if his wish had worked, George sensed Richard looking at him, and he nodded at him.

Richard felt a wave of relief, but that turned into a block of icy horror when George looked up at Lennie, tears streaming down his face, suddenly leant up, kissed his friend on the check, before dashing off down the corridor, sobbing.

There was a stunned silence, and Lennie whirled around to face the others, a look of shock on his face, and a hand held on his check where George had briefly kissed him.

"What did I do?" Lennie whimpered. "Why did he run off? Why did he…"

Just then, Clarence, Macbeth and Banquo ran up to them.

"They're gone!" Banquo cried. "The Voodoo, Vampire-Witches Cheerleader Girls are gone!"

"They were never real, then!" Hal crowed triumphantly.

Clarence pouted, turned to the pair and said: "I'm never trusting you two again…"

"You are on drugs," Valmont added, sneering.

"George!" Lennie cried. "It's all my fault!"

"No, no, Lennie…" Richard assured him. They were inside the school building. "It isn't."

"I hurt him! Hurt him bad!"

"He's upset-"

"Because of me!"

"What did you say to him?"

I told him about the future, finding a pretty lady, how much I loved him like a brother, a best friend, and he got all upset. It's my fault!"

"Oh God…" Richard thought.

"There, there…" He patted Lennie's back. "It'll be okay. George will come back soon. He always does."

"No! Not this time!"

Hal and Clarence came running up. "The bell's about to go, break's about to end. We're searching everywhere." Hal said sadly. He looked at Lennie. "We're doing all we can."

"Thanks…"

George took the biscuit Harry gave him and ate it gratefully. Harry cocked his head to one side. "Why did you run away?" he asked. "I saw you. You looked really upset."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Lennie's really upset you know. He's in tears."

George turned his head away. "I know."

Harry, wearing his cross around his neck, and a bible in his hand said: "I don't know if I'll ever find love…" he said. "But whenever something bad happens, I take comfort in Christ, and God, and that helps me get through the pain."

George said nothing.

"People think I'm strange, and mad, and I am," Harry continued. "But I stay true to what I believe in, and I believe in God. It's why I'm called 'Holy Harry'."

George looked up and mumbled: "I don't really believe in God. The Church says that people like me are sinners and abomination."

Harry frowned. "The Church think they are God's messengers, but they're wrong. No one alive is. The only person who ever will be was his son, Jesus Christ. I am religious, George, and I don't think you're a sinner for who you are."

George smiled. "Thank you, Harry."

Hal looked up as the bell rang. "It's the end of break…" he said. "We'll have to stop for now."

Lennie's head whirled up. "No, we can't stop!" he cried. He turned to Richard, and tugged at his sleeve. "Richard, tell Hal we can't stop!"

Richard slowly pulled Lennie's desperate hand away. "I'm sorry, Lennie, we have to go to lessons now…"

The scared teen's eyes widened and he flung himself onto the floor. Richard's heart leapt to his chest as he realised that Lennie was having one of his tantrums/fits, and only George could calm him.

"I want George!" Lennie cried. "I WANT GEORGE!"

"I know you love him," Harry stated. "More than the bonds of brotherhood and friendship…"

George looked up at him through his brown fringe and the hat covering the top of his face. He took a deep sigh.

"How long?" Harry asked curiously, "How long have you felt this way towards him?"

"I can't remember," George confessed. "I've known him for such a long time, that I-I can't remember."

Harry nodded. "It's okay to feel like that."

"That what Richard told me."

"What?"

"Richard," George said, "he knows."

"And he's okay with it?"

"Yes."

"Does anyone else know?"

"No. Apart from you."

From behind a bin, Rosaline and Elizabeth watched, a phone in their hands with the record button on...

"I've sent a few teachers to look for him," Warwick said, "but you have to go to Lesson 3 now."

"Can I stay with Lennie?" Richard asked.

Warwick nodded. "Yes, you can."

He looked over at Lennie, who was laying on the floor sobbing. "He'll need the comfort right now…"

"How does Lennie feel towards you?" Harry asked.

"Like a brother," George said sadly. "He said so himself."

"Have you ever told him you loved him?"

"All the time."

"And how does he react?"

"He says: 'Like a brother, George?' and I say, 'Yes, Lennie.'"

"Have you ever said no?"

"No? No, I never have."

"Why don't you then?'

"What, say no to him? He won't understand? What will I say to him?!"

"Tell him the truth," Harry said firmly yet simply.

George's eyes widened. "Are you serious?! Lennie doesn't know about same gender love. It confuses him."

"Well, explain it to him then."

George's eyes darkened, and he glared at Harry. "You're making this sound a lot easier than this is…"

"Listen to me," Harry said. "Admit your feelings, or you may regret it someday."

"Even if it is Lennie?"

"Even if it is."

George nodded. "Okay, Harry."

"Why did George do that?" Lennie asked Richard once he'd eventually calmed down. "Why did he run off? Why did he…"

He held his hand to his kissed cheek, and Richard patted him gently.

"He cares about you a lot, Lennie," he said.

"But do YOU go around kissing Hal or Mercutio or Geoffrey on the check?"

"No," Richard frowned. "No, I don't…"

"What about what people will say about me?" George asked, worried, his head in his hands.

"Relax…" Harry said, patting him on the back, "There are many males out there in the world who like other males. It's called Homosexuality, George. Or 'Gay,' as other people call it."

"What will I do? What will I say?"

Harry's face went serious and George looked back at him in anxiety.

"Do you love him?" he asked him.

"Yes," George nodded. "Yes, I do."

"Then you needn't be afraid of loving someone just like everyone else does. Be proud of who you are."

George nodded. "Yes. Yes, you're right, Harry!"

He stood up and looked down at the other boy proudly.

"I'm not afraid! I'm not afraid!" he yelled.

"Yes!" Harry cheered. "Be proud of who you are!"

"My name is George Milton!" George announced. "I'm 16 ½ and I live in Middleham, England. I'm in love with Lennie Small, my best friend, and I am proud to say it! I'm proud to admit it!"

"Be proud!" Harry encouraged.

"I am proud!" George replied.

"Be proud!"

"I am proud!"

"Be proud!"

"I am proud!"

"BE PROUD!"

I AM PROUD!"

George's voice echoed out onto the empty playground, and down below, Mercutio, Hal, Warwick and Benvolio cheered.

"Go, George!" Mercutio yelled.

"Be who you wanna be!" Hal applauded.

"SAY IT LOUD, AND SAY IT PROUD!" they hollered together.

George looked down, and saw them cheering him, smiled, and waved back eagerly.

Harry beamed at him. "Feel better now, George?"

"Yes." George breathed. "Yes, I am."

Harry's face went serious again. "Now," he said. "It's time to face the music."

The look of worry spread across George's face again.

"You mean?"

"Yes. You need to tell Lennie you love him. Before it's too late."

Blimey, this chapter took AGES to write, but I'm glad I did. Now we can get somewhere.

So George has finally admitted his love for Lennie with a little help from a nice student named Harry Plantagenet. (Henry VI), and now he has to face the music and tell Lennie about how he feels.

But Rosaline and Elizabeth have recorded the whole thing on tape, and what will they do with it? Who will they tell?

Stay tuned for more to find out! ;-)