Sorry it took my so long to get this chapter in, guys. But I did, and I tried to make it as long as I could. Goodness, took longer than I thought. Anywho, this chapter is in Ethan's POV. I hope you like it. Reviews would be nice :)

Pairing: Ethan/Benny

Published: August 29, 2011

Important note: The bolded text is Ethan's conscience while the italic text is Ethan.

Just in case you don't know what that is, here's an example:

Conscience: This is the conscience.

Ethan: This is Ethan.

Ethan's POV

Usually you think that when you pass out, whatever pain that caused it to happen, it would go away. But not for me. In fact, blacking out into nothing only seemed to worsen in considering that I actually saw things. I hadn't told anyone about the strange dreams I'd been having. They weren't exactly normal. Unless you considered a fiery void surrounding you while having numerous amounts of pictures and future events being tossed at you, normal.

It was strange, really. Almost…un-natural. The things I had been witnessed to while in my sleep were things that I wouldn't even want my worst enemy to have stuck in their memory.

The things I saw…they kinda made me think that I was having visions in my sleep. Actually, it kinda is like having visions while I'm sleeping. But that was just what confused me even more. I mean, I was a Seer. I knew that. But I only got visions whenever I touched things. Nothing about this made sense to me.

Yet, here I was. Having multiple visions pass in an out of my vision like a camera flash. It seemed a little to unreal for me the first time this begun to happen. I had thought that I really was dreaming. But any thought of that vanished after it never stopped the first couple of days.

A flash of red flew across my vision and brought me back to senses. If you could call anything inside your sleep on the term of 'senses.'

While the red flashes began to turn to different shades and hues of colors, it was like I was walking near it. You know, if you've ever had a large, flat screen T.V or gone to the theatres. They're so big that as you walk up to them, you can practically see every detail in whatever movie or show you're watching. That was exactly how I could describe it as. My own personal flat screen.

I walked up to the big screen…seeing as it could only be described as one. But it was like I wasn't in control of what I was doing. My hand reached out and slowly edged towards the flying colors, slowly and tensely. Though, I could feel what I was touching. My fingers gently glided along the invisible line of the screen. Or so I thought it was. I mean, it's not exactly reality, people. I could describe it as a flat screen but it wasn't.

When my fingers had brushed against it, just the tiniest bit…it was like the surface of the screen had rippled. Again, I could feel the anxiousness push its way throughout my body. The one I was somehow watching.

My hand recoiled back, almost afraid and cautious as the ripples of the screen subsided after a couple more seconds. But it wasn't like the body was willing to give up whatever quest it had set on. The hands reached out again, a little more confident this time, and when the palm of the hand was laid out against the screen, it was kind of strange.

A little to strange to describe. Nonetheless, I would describe it as touching water. It was freezing cold. So cold that if it were real then my hand would have probably turned blue. But the body didn't react to the touch. More or so, it was like the body was pushing itself against the surface.

That's when I could feel it.

The pressure.

As the body pushed itself against the surface, I could feel mounds and mounds of pressure clouding me. It felt like it were around my head the most. You know how it's like when you get a headache? You close your eyes and focus on the pressure that's in your temples and then somehow…because you're focusing so hard on it, it's like the pressure gets stronger. So strong, that you can't think straight.

That's how it was for me. But much, much stronger.

The body pushed harder against the surface, making it ripple furiously against the contact. The worst part about it was that the more the body pushed, the fiercer the pressure would get.

I didn't understand what was going on. One good thing about this was that because of the contact the body was making to the surface, the flashes and visions had stopped and the screen was just red. But that was the only good thing about it.

The pressure was coming on stronger and stronger each second and it felt like my lungs were being squeezed together. I couldn't breathe. Then again, I couldn't tell if it was because I was unconscious or not.

Finally, when the body was halfway through, in one final thrust, it pushed itself all the way.

The pressure became so excruciating at that moment that nothing but pain shot throughout my body.

That's when I woke up. Well…more like 'screamed' awake.

A yell of pain escaped my lips before my eyes shot open. I sat up frantically and instinctively shot a hand to my heart. It was racing violently and my breathing was erratic. I clutched my head not a second and realized that the pressure was gone.

I sighed and blinked a few times to allow my eyes to adjust to my surroundings. Once my eyes adjusted, I realized that I was in my bedroom. I shook my head slightly to try and recall the last events I had.

I couldn't quite remember that much until my head began to ache and my temples began to throb. I groaned quietly and brought a hand up to rub my temples when I noticed I wasn't alone.

I looked next to me and saw Benny sitting next to the bed on a chair. A smile crept its way onto my face because he was sleeping with his head leaning on the back of the chair. He looked adorable.

Slowly, I reached my hand out and brought it up to his face to gently stroke it. Benny stirred slightly before his eyes opened and landed on me. Once he saw me, he quickly scrambled up and smiled.

"You're awake." he said. I nodded and ran a hand through my hair before sitting up in front of him. I cupped his cheek with my hand and stroked it with my thumb, causing him to blush.

"Yeah, I guess I am." I smiled wider when he leaned into my touch. Benny sighed, "You were out for almost six hours."

My eyes widened, "Six hours?" Man, how could I have been out that long? I bit my lip and cocked my head to the side, "Really?"

Benny gave me a gentle smile and slowly leaned towards me to press his lips to mine. The kiss was short and sweet but it was still enough to cause my heart to pound against my chest. We kissed again…. The thought burned away into my memory as a smile came to my face.

He pulled back, his eyes shining happily, and nodded, "Don't worry about it. All that matters is that you're awake." I swallowed nervously when he brought his hand up to stroke the bottom of my jaw with his thumb. His skin was smooth and warm. I closed my eyes to his touch and sighed.

"I love you, Ethan." he whispered.

I popped my eyes open as soon as the words left his mouth and I gazed at him in both shock and happiness.

Benny was blushing furiously but his eyes didn't remove from my face. At first I thought I was just hallucinating, that I was still groggy from my unconscious state. But after a couple more seconds, when he didn't say anything, just watched me with a loving look on his face, I knew that he had really said it.

I swallowed, "Y-you do?"

Benny nodded and looked to the ground for a second and back up to my eyes. "I do. I'm sorry it took me so long to say it. To…to realize it." He whispered.

My heart felt like it was flying. I don't know, I felt lighter somehow. And a little giddy. A smile placed itself onto my lips and without a second thought, I leaned forward and pressed our lips together again. A tiny moan game from him and I smiled wider. Pushing harder, I closed my eyes and gave a groan of my own when he bit my lower lip gently.

The feeling of our lips together was just…amazing. Nothing could compare to the way he made me feel. Nothing.

We pulled apart but our lips were brushing against each other. I breathed in his scent, which smelt like soap and spearmint gum, and pressed our foreheads together to gaze into his eyes.

"I love you, too." I whispered back.

The smile on his face was the happiest smile I had ever seen. It was as if that smile belonged on his face, and I didn't want it to leave.

Benny kissed me one more time and was about to speak when a knock came to the door. We sat back and watched as my parents popped in. I smiled at them.

"Hey guys." Mom gave me a relieved smile and came over to the bed to kiss my forehead.

"How you feeling, sweetie?" she asked. I blushed, embarrassed, by the 'sweetie' part and shrugged. "I've been better. Can you tell me what happened?"

Dad let out a sigh and came over to stand by Benny, "Well, son, all we know is that you passed out during gym. Do you remember anything that happened?" he asked curiously.

I scrunched my eyebrows together in thought, "Um…all I remember is slipping on some mud on the track and blacking out. That's it." I didn't tell them about the dream because really? How would I explain it? There really was no way to describe the image of it.

Mom raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. She looked over at dad who seemed just as curious as her. I gave them each a confused look and brought my eyes over to Benny. He gave me a shrug and leaned back in the chair.

I looked back at my parents, "Why? Did something happen?" Both their eyes shot over to me and mom gave me a small laugh. "What? Of course not, hun. You should get some rest, alright? You hit your head pretty hard." As she said this, I couldn't help but notice how nervous her voice sounded. Not to mention the fear behind her eyes.

They were lying. I could tell. I would have to find out what was going on. With Benny's help of course.

Dad nodded and looked at mom again. They seemed to have a silent conversation between each other and without another word, they both slipped out of the room. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Benny who seemed just as confused as me.

"Well, that was weird." He said after a minute of silence. I nodded.

"It was. Something's up and I wanna know what. You in?" I asked. Benny smiled at me, the smile a promising one. He pushed forward in his chair so he was close enough to me and kissed me on the lips again, causing me to blush.

"You bet."

"Alright class, today we will be working on the study of how America came to be." Mr. Jameson announced. A few people made irritated groans while others smiled at the news. I, on the other hand, was one of the few who groaned. U.S. History was the worst. What made it even more painful to go through was that I didn't have it with Benny. He had it sixth. This was fourth period.

I sighed and leaned my head into the palm of my hand. This was going to be a long 45 minutes. As the teacher began to go on about how important American Culture was, I zoned off and glanced out the window beside me.

As I did so, I thought about several things but mainly about Benny. Huh, nothing I do can keep my mind off him. I thought. This caused a smile to form on my lips and I bit my lip in thought when I was suddenly hit with a wave of pain.

My eyes widened in both pain and fright as the events that were to come played in my head. This was the fourth time today that this was happening. I should have known it was coming after Benny had came and walked me to class.

You see, as you know, I get pains whenever I'm away from Benny. I still had no idea why and I refused to tell anyone. Especially Benny. It kind of made me feel guilty since we had revealed our love for each other, but I just didn't want him to worry about me.

So, like the good boyfriend I was…I sucked it up.

Be a man. My conscience hissed at me. Don't be such a wimp. I'm pretty sure that Benny wouldn't want to date a wimp. It continued to say its hurtful words. I scowled. I thought your conscience was supposed to help you. Not be a nuisance.

Thought, dreadfully, it was right. Benny didn't deserve someone who whined about little pains here and there. He deserved someone who was strong and confident.

So I would give him that.

I swallowed, uncomfortable, and closed my eyes for a second when a burning pain shot through my back. It took all my willpower not to cry out from it. When I opened my eyes again, the person sitting in front of me was watching me curiously while holding a paper in his hand.

"Um, dude, are you okay?" he asked, concern in his voice. I gave me a reassuring fake grin and nodded, "I'm awesome."

He nodded, not looking convinced, and placed the paper that was in his hand onto my desk before turning around. As I touched the paper, my heart pounded painfully in my chest for some unknown reason. I grimaced while my eyes roamed over the paper. Another B, huh? Well, it beats getting a C, that's for sure. I thought before another stab of pain went through my body.

I held in a groan and closed my eyes just when the classroom door opened. I didn't bother in opening them, knowing that it was probably an office assistant or something, when the person who came through the door spoke. His voice sent an icy chill throughout my entire being, causing me to freeze.

I didn't want to open my eyes. I didn't want to see him.

I felt my breathing become labored as thoughts rushed in and out of my head. Calm down, it might not even be him. I just need to breathe. Just…breathe…. I took in a slow breath of air before I slowly opened my eyes.

I sure wish I hadn't.

Because when I did, my eyes met another pair. A pair of icy blue eyes. His icy blue eyes. The timing just couldn't get any better than this.

And when Mr. Jameson spoke, his next words shocked me to the core.

"Class, this is Mr. Richards. He will be substituting for the next 3 months due to the fact that I'm going to Europe. I know it seems out of the blue, but just try and behave while I'm gone. I will be leaving on Saturday so Mr. Richards will start on Monday."

I gaped. Nothing could get any worse.

Mr. Stalker—I mean, Mr. Richards smiled and that smile caused a shiver of fear to run up my spine.

"It's an honor to be here, kids. I can't wait to get to know all of you." He said. And when he had been saying that, his eyes had roamed the classroom, I bet just to look casual. But when he said the 'all of you' part, his eyes met mine. Another shiver went through me.

I take it back. The worse is yet to come.

Joy.

Hope you all enjoyed that, I had fun writing it. Yay for getting over some writer's block! Wahoo! Now I have to write an essay for English. Joy. The next chapter will come soon. I hope. I'm getting all excitedy just thinking about the events that will happen in this story. I have it all planned out. :D

Some reviews would be appreciated. Thanks!