A/N: Honestly, I'm at a standstill right now. I know where its going, and I know how it will end, but I can't think of a single thing for this chapter! Should Luke and Kevin be together now? Should they have another argument? I don't know, but as I write this, I hope to figure it out. So by the time I finish this, I hope we are all happy with it; and I hope it turns out good, as I don't have a clue what this will be. Well, when in doubt: Wing it!!

Disclaimer: I only own the plot. Nothing more. I do not own Van, Jake or Karl, despite mine and Alex's attempts at a take-over to make them ours. But we're working on it, we'll be sure to keep you updated!! *Note: If you don't get our updates, the first clue that we have taken over will be increased airtime for Nuke, and only Casey and Alison will have major roles besides them, maybe throwing in others for fun. Also, they will no longer be the only sexless couple in Oakdale.

Well, I'm very impressed that you've read my drabbles. Now please, enjoy the chapter!! Though it may consist of just as many drabbles….we shall see.

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My class got out about fifteen minutes after Luke's did, so I headed over to Al's, sure that he would already be there. He looked up when I came in, giving me a nervous smile, and I saw his eyes dart around, as though he knew he wasn't supposed to be there. Which, I guess, he wasn't really.

Anyways, I sat down across from him, not quite sure what to say. Next on Mark's check-list was to get Luke to drop out of the race, but I would need to get him to trust me first. Yeah, that wouldn't be a problem. The guy who used to be his best friend, until he found out he was gay, then freaked out and threatened to beat him up, and who suddenly out of nowhere decides that he's gay and likes him and planned for his boyfriend to break up with him by kissing him in front of said boyfriend; what's not to trust, really?

Deciding it was best to cut straight to the chase, I looked at the table for a moment before meeting his eyes, attempting to call on the only acting skills I possessed, "O hope you understand that I didn't mean to hurt you," I started. He nodded, and I took the chance, taking his hand that was lying on the table in mine. I felt him flinch, then relax, though he didn't tighten his grip on mine, or give any other indication that he'd noticed it, "I just- I care about you, Luke."

Okay, definitely NOT a lie. I do care about him. Just not really in the way I'm making him believe. He looked up at me, and that look he gave me; I just wanted to tell him everything, about Mark's plan, and how I was a terrible person for going along with it. It was that self-pitying look that I had seen quite a few times, and before, I'd always been able to cheer him up somehow, with a game of basketball, or some random video games that I would let Luke win at and gloat about, though neither of us would remember them at all the next day.

But now, I was the one who caused the look, and I couldn't make it better, though I would try. I would always try. Especially now; I had to now. Or Mark would never let me hear the end of it. I released his hand and stared at the tabletop, "Did you talk to Noah?" I asked sullenly, though I knew the answer, which shouldn't call for a sullen tone on my part.

"Yeah," he sighed, quietly thanking the lady that brought our drink to us. I didn't talk, waiting for him to say more once she let, and he did, "He won't take me back," he said so bluntly I had to try not to wince.

"Why?" I asked, then forced a scoff, "You told him it was all my fault, right?"

"Of course I did," he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, and I rolled my eyes, the small gestures of the acting now coming almost naturally, "But he said that we couldn't be together because I couldn't honestly say that I don't still love you." I'm pretty sure he let the last part slip on accident, because he then proceeded to turn a light shade of crimson, and take a long drink from his cup.

"Well they say first love never dies," I said softly, my face turned downwards though I raised my eyes to meet his gaze.

Luke shook his head, letting out a hollow laugh, "I can't believe all this because of a stupid student election."

I could feel the color in my face draining as I stared at him, wondering how he'd figured out this was connected to the election. Had someone from the meetings let it slip about the plan? No, they all knew Mark would have their head for it; besides, if he knew, Luke would've been trying to tear me limb from limb at that moment, "What do you mean?" I asked slowly, in what I hoped was a tone of blissful ignorance.

"I mean we never even saw each other around campus before the election," he started, and I had to use all my willpower to not sigh in relief, "If it hadn't been for this election, we would still have no contact with each other, and I would still be with Noah."

Ok, so at that point, I was tired of hearing about Noah. Noah wasn't going to help me finish Mark's stupid plan. So, I decided that would be a good time to play the part of the jealous guy, "Well did you ever think that maybe you shouldn't be with Noah?" I asked, glaring at him, "Did you ever think that a guy that'll leave you because of one kiss is even worth your time? Don't you think you're so much better than that, Luke? Because I do." ((A/N: Ok, I was thinking about this, and if I was writing from Luke's POV, that would've been totally sweet! But because we all know the motives behind it, it kinda ruins the effect. Lol. Ok, back to the story!))

Again, I'm really not lying, from my perspective anyways. Because from where I stand, Noah is a bad boyfriend. He dumped Luke because I kissed him once? I mean come on! Get a grip! Admittedly ,it does make my job easier, but still; Luke could at least pick better guys….He picked me first, and I was a complete jerk, and now I'm using him to win this election; then he picks Noah, who apparently is a better choice than me, but in my opinion, not by much.

Luke looked a bit uncomfortable now, as though he'd been thinking the same thing, "I have to go," he quoted the line he'd used so many times, and started to leave. I just sat, considering my options for a moment, then got up and followed him.

I caught him by elbow just outside of Al's, "I really wish you'd stop saying that," I said quietly, though firmly as he turned back to face me, "You don't have to go; so why do you say you do every time we get around to a topic you don't want to talk about?"

"Because I just don't want to talk about it, and I don't see why I should," Luke said, trying to pull his arm from me.

"Because I want to listen," I said, not releasing his arm but just pulling him closer to me. I forced a small half smile to my lips, "Just talk to me Luke; like you did when we were kids."

"Fine," he said in what I think was supposed to be angry voice, though I could detect the fear, "You want to know what's going on inside my head? Well here it is. I don't understand you at all, Kevin, and it scares the hell out of me. Yes, I do still love you, but I love Noah too, and unlike you, he loves me too and has shown it many times. You don't deserve a chance, no matter how many times you ask for one, because I don't want to be hurt by you again; I've had enough of that for a lifetime. And yet the more I say that, the more I'm hurting myself, because I know Noah won't take me back, and I'm forcing myself away from you; and being apart from the two people I love is killing me. There, are you happy now?" Tears, whether of anger or sadness, were now streaming down his face, but he didn't make a move to wipe them away.

"I'm sorry," I whispered softly, not even feeling the need to shudder as I wiped away the tears from his cheeks. This acting thing was starting to feel more natural. No, that does not mean that I like him. It just means that I'm a natural actor, and will probably feel the need to gag when I get home and think all this over, "I know I'm not perfect; far from it. But give me one more chance, the last chance until the day I die, and I promise, I'll do my best to never hurt you again." There it was. The first lie I told him. I promised myself when this started that I wouldn't lie to him. I'd broken the promise to myself, and in less than a week, I would break the promise to him.

But he believed me, and it made me sick. Why did he have to believe the lie? He didn't believe anything else that I had skipped around the whole truth about, but he would believe the outright lie? But he did. And before I knew what was going on, before I even had a chance to prepare myself and swallow the bile that now rose in my throat more often than not, I felt one hand cup the back of my neck, and his lips were pressing against mine. I wanted to jump back and push him away, but I knew I had to play the part, so I just wrapped one arm around his waist, and brought the other hand up to his cheek, kissing him back no matter how much it made me want to hurl.

And so began the first real trail of broken promises since Mark's plan began.

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A/N: Well, I was as surprised as you may be. I was totally serious when I said that I didn't know what this chapter would be. I basically chose the setting and dialogue, and Luke and Kevin wrote the rest. Not joking, I just kept typing, not really sure what the next line or paragraph would be. So, please leave me reviews!! I love them so!! And they will be the only things that get me to finish on my deadline, which I'm still sure I'll miss…..Also, this chapter was longer! Yay!! Hope you guys like the length of it!! Even if most of it was drabble.