I'm going to update every single time I receive a flame. This goes out to that shelby person who loves gay guys or whatever. I mean, flame a story because of one lousy review? What an immature preteen. Sheesh! She didn't even bother to attack my one-shot!

La-aaaaammmeeee.

Here's the next chapter. Again, I only update when I get crap like I got.

Will longed to be with Warren.

It was almost THE fact of life. Two sworn enemies they were. After that stupid, petty dance, they soon became best friends. Feelings were attached. It was better they were enemies for crying out loud! At least the whole sexual tension would have a good effect. But no, Warren thought it was best to become the best of best, best friends.

Yeah, Will thought it was the stupidest thing ever.

They - though not knowing about the other - hopefully thought that it would be best friends with benefits.

At least, that's what Warren wrote in his diary every night.

Will took it upon Layla to figure out what to do.

"Layla, I have to figure out what to do," Will told her one night after they finished whatever homework they had to do. Layla sat on the Stronghold living room couch; her hairy, feministic legs were propped up on the coffee table (they were hidden by her flowerly skirt). Of course, she would know what to do. She knew both boys on a romantically linked level. For crying out loud, she secretly hooked up with Warren - something he would disagree with - but didn't enjoy it.

Having her breasts burned was not something she wanted to do ever again.

Unless it dealt with a certain glow boy...

She smiled and replied, "you know what? I think you should just ask him out. What's the worst that can happen?"

"Him reject me? Him being a homophobe? What if he decides to spread it around the whole school? I'm not out of the closet yet!" Will whined. Of course, the only people that knew were Layla and his mom. They both thought it was wonderful, especially the fact that Will trusted them and all.

"I think you should. Trust me." Layla's smile waned.

Oh, she knew that Warren was gay. Though, he always threatened her if she told anyone, something else would be burned. That something dealt with her having children, and the pleasure of conceiving them. She shivered at the thought of never having children with -

"You know what? I think I'll ask him. Tomorrow. After school..."

Will couldn't stop smiling that night. Who wouldn't want that juicy, Adonis-like body Warren possessed? The body haunted Will's dreams. The idea of the licking of abs hardened the younger boy. He didn't even want to think of what was under the flaming draws...

FLAME ALL YOU WANT SUCKAS! YOU KNOW IT'S FUNNY, ESPECIALLY IF YOU LIKE SLASH!

PEACE!

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