I know! Sorry that's it's been SOOOO long, I truly apologize for that. But hopefully, this will help with your pain lol.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Greek, but I do own Jen, Cappie's bisexual cousin who just dumped her fiancee because he didn't accept her...yeah...that cousin...

Now...a BIG leap on the timeline, but don't worry. I'll have Evan give us all the big memories that has gone on since then.

Italics = flashback (jicydk)

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I woke up to Cappie's alarm going off. I found myself snuggled into his bare chest, not wanting to move because the loss of skin-on-skin contact might just kill me, but I knew I had to get up. I nudged Cappie to make sure that he was awake, and started to stretch out in an attempt to wake myself up a little bit.

"Uggghhh...is it 6:30 already...?" Cappie complained. He winced at the sun seeping through his window.

"I know, babe, but we gotta get up. Today's the big day." I said, smiling at him, acting like I actually WANTED to leave his arms. My smile always seemed to perk him up, and as did his. He grinned after realizing that it was, in fact, the first day of our last year of high school. The beginning of the end, if you will. But that grin...it still sent shivers down my spine after 2 years. That's right, me and Cappie have been together for 2 years now. And how amazing those years have been. They've flown by so incredibly fast. (And if you were wondering ever so intently on how we did on that homework assignment back in our Chemistry class, we got a 'B')

Coming out was the hardest part for both me AND Cappie. Naturally, we told his parents first considering I'd be at his house a lot more often than he'd be at mine. I think it was around a year and a half ago...

"Umm...Mom...Dad...you know how Evan is over a lot...and I mean A LOT, a lot...?" They both nodded, motioning for him to go on.

"Well, Evan is kind of my boyfriend..." he winced and held my hand in a firm grip, hoping that his parents would go easy on him. I mean, of course he had already told his parents he was bisexual, but they just thought I was a friend.

"Really? But he seems so...so..." his mother edged on, hoping to grasp the right way to put it.

"Straight." His dad said rather bluntly. Sure, they accepted people for who they were, but they were no strangers to the term 'stereotype.' But they'd never intentionally judge somebody about whatever the stereotype might be. "I mean, you've brought some pretty effeminate guys home before. We just figured that that was your type." his father continued while looking at his wife for a signal that it was true. She nodded in agreement, of course.

"Well, Evan is my type now." Cappie said, turning his head toward me giving me a warm smile. I couldn't see it, but my eyes were filled with glee.

"We're both very happy for the both of you." his mother said, accepting me as her son's new paramour. "Oh, come here Evan." she said, reaching for a hug. Of course, I accepted it with open arms...literally.

"Yes, very happy." his dad said, reaching out to give me a firm handshake, which of course, I returned.

God, that seemed like just yesterday.

"Alright, let's go shower, sexy." Cappie said, giving me a suggestive grin.

"Oh, so you're like THAT this morning. Well, baby, the feeling's mutual." I said lustily, giving him a quick peck on his lips. Those lips still sent electricity coursing through my veins, giving me a quick buzz of happiness every time I kissed him. "Alright, go heat up the shower, I'm gonna grab us some towels from the closet."

"You got it, Ev." he said, giving me one more quick peck before getting up from our warm embrace to enter the bathroom, giving me a nice view of his ass. I just wanted to grope that ass all day...but of course, people were usually present, so it was frowned upon.

I put on a pair of my sweats and opened the door to find a very peeved Jennifer.

"What? What happened?" I asked, looking very confused as to why she'd be so irritated.

"I just got off the phone with Will. That's the eighth time this week. And it always ends up being the same thing. 'Oh, I'll let you have me back if you just stick to guys.' " she said, obviously furious...she does a good Will impression though. I met him once about a year back.

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"Ugh, who is it NOW?!" Cappie asked rhetorically. I had to get off of his lap, and sat back on the couch. Whoever it was was pretty rude for interrupting me and Cappie's make out session.

"Ye...what the hell do you think you're doing here?!" Cappie greeted, instantly becoming furious. I leaned forward, catching a glimpse of the unwanted visitor. He had messy black hair with some scruff going on. He was about 6'4" or something with muscles slightly bulging out of his tight blue shirt.

"I'm here to talk to Jen." he said, getting straight to the point, looking around the house, catching a glimpse of me with my hair tussled and shirtless, lips puffy from the crushing kisses I was enjoying earlier. He smirked nastily at the sight of me, sending shivers down my spine. That's when I realized who it was...Will.

"Well," Cappie started while closing the door slightly so that Will wouldn't be so nosy as to peek in even more than he already has, "she's not here right now, but I'd be happy to tell her that you never stopped by." That's when Will shoved Cappie against the door, making him fall over. I rushed to his side, making sure he was okay.

"Look, you little douche, I didn't come all the way here just to fucking hear your faggoty-ass voice give me any lip. Now, tell me where she went." he demanded, growing more and more ferocious.

"I already told you, she's not here! So get the FUCK out of my house, NOW!!!" he shouted, warning the larger man. I clung to him tighter, hoping it'd all be over soon.

"What the fuck are you gonna do about it, you pansy?" he said, smirking evilly at the two of us, still huddled together on the floor.

"Look, just leave, alright? We don't want any trouble." I chimed in, hoping to drive him off.

"Oh, you're not, are you? Oh! My mistake! Well, I'll just be on my way then...HA! Do you really think I'm gonna leave when some...fudge-packing QUEERS say so. Nuh uh, it's gonna be on MY terms." he said, angrily.

"WILL?!" a voice called out from the doorway. It was Jennifer's voice.

"Baby, you're here." he said, facing his ex-fiancee.

"What the HELL?! Cappie, Evan, are you guys alright?!" she asked, a look of great concern washing over her face.

"Yeah, just get him out of here." Cappie answered, on the brink of starting a losing battle with the buffed up intruder.

"HEY! Shut the FUCK up, already!" Will yelled, sending me into a state of panic. This guy is fucking insane. God knows what he was gonna do next...

"Will! Outside...NOW!" Jennifer commanded, claiming authority to the violent man standing before us. He followed her orders and stepped outside onto the front porch. Jennifer followed him out, closing the door behind her. We could hear the sound of arguing voices as I helped Cappie back onto his feet. We just stood there...mentally replaying everything that had just happened.

That was the last time me and Cappie saw Will.

"I mean, who the HELL does he think he is?!" Jennifer snapped, snapping me back to reality.

"Jen, can we please talk about this later? I gotta shower for school." I said, hoping not to receive any of her current anger.

"Oh god, school already? Well...sucks for you." she teased. I replied by sticking my tongue out at her and shutting the door. Oh wait...towels...I opened the door again, and there was Jennifer holding out too similar towels. "Ummm...thanks...how'd you know?" I asked out of curiosity.

"I heard Cappie starting your guys' shower." she stated, winking at me.

"Well...thanks again, Jen." I said, closing the door once again.

Since Jen moved into an apartment just down the street from Cappie, she was over here almost as much as me...ALMOST. She usually stays the night at least 5 times a week, obviously today being one of those days. Over the past couple of years, I've grown accustomed to her. I actually consider her to be the sister I never had...or wanted...JUST JOKING! No, I really do care for her. The three of us were like one, big, happy homoerotic family.

"Ev, you get the towels yet?" Cappie called from the bathroom.

"Yeah, be there in a sec." I said, nudging out of my sweats, heading toward the bathroom with said towels in hand. Today was a VERY good morning. It's just too bad that it didn't last.

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Cappie and I got to the school with about 10 minutes to spare before the first bell rang. We got out of Cappie's SUV and entered the school doors, hand in hand.

Unfortunately, we got a couple of disgusted faces coming down the hallway. By now, it didn't even phase us anymore. We got so used to the ignorance that we just brushed it off. It was always the same people, though. Most people in the school couldn't care less if me and Cappie were together, but some of them made it their duty to insult us on a daily basis. In fact, somebody sprayed graffiti on my house last year with the words 'faggot.' That's when I had to tell my parents about myself.

"Okay! It's up there because it's true, alright?! I'm gay!" I announced in the heat of the conversation, not totally thinking it through.

"You're WHAT?!" my father shouted, jumping up from his seat on the armchair.

"I'm...gay..." I said, quieter now.

"How...how did this HAPPEN?" my mother began, tears rushing down her face, "We gave you EVERYTHING you've EVER wanted and THIS is what we get in return?! A tainted son?!" Her words pierced my heart as if a dagger were plunged multiple times into my chest.

"No...nuh uh...no way in HELL is my son going to be a faggot!" my father said, right before punching me square in my jaw. I could taste the metallic liquid starting to flow into my mouth. My tears just started pouring out...and me, unable to stop them. I glanced over at my mother, and she just looked down in shame of her 'tainted' son. "First, your brother, Patrick, becoming some sort of hippie, and now my youngest son turning into some sort of cock sucker?! You AND your brother have destroyed the Chambers name! I want you out of my house NOW!"

I stumbled onto my feet and snapped the front door open. "You know, Mom. You were wrong. You didn't give me everything I wanted. You never gave me any reason to even cherish the fact that you two were my parents..." I said, hoping to strike some sort of regret out of her. No such luck, she just leered at me with fire in her eyes, angry at what I've done to her.

"I said OUT!!!" I sprinted out the door, practically tripping my way down the front steps. I ran so fast, I couldn't even feel my legs anymore. All of me was just mushed what could only be described as misery.

Somehow, I got to Cappie's house, unknowingly, completely out of breath with tears staining my face. I knocked on his door, hoping that he was there.

"Evan? What happened?!" Cappie asked, answering the door. All I could do was fall into his arms and let whatever I was feeling shoot out of me.

After a few hours, he had woken his parents up to ask them a favor.

"And she just did nothing to stop it?!" his mother said, shocked at my mother's reaction.

"Actually, I'm pretty sure she agreed with my fa...him..." I said, fumbling with the title's that I used to call them by.

"Oh my lord...Evan, you are staying here with us. Now try and get some rest, honey." she said, putting her hand on top of mine, in an attempt to comfort me. I nodded stoically and got up from the kitchen table. Cappie got up with me, taking me in his arms, walking me to his bedroom. I could hear his mother talking to her husband. "How could a mother do such a thing?"

"How could either of them do that?" her husband replied.

"I mean the thought of them just...abandoning their own flesh and blood like that...it makes me so disgusted." she said with poison lingering at the edge of her voice.

"Me too, dear. Me too..." said Cappie's dad while sliding his chair so he could get up from the kitchen table.

Cappie opened the door to his bedroom. I just dived into his bed, lying on my stomach, facing the wall, ready for my tears to spill again. I felt pressure on the other side of the bed. Cappie's arms wrapped around me. He gave me a quick yet loving kiss on my head. I turned and faced him, tears already spilling from my eyes.

"How could they just do this, Cappie? How could they just...just..." I said, on the verge of heavily sobbing into his chest. "They didn't love me, Cappie. They just pictured me as some heir to the Chambers' throne."

"I love you, Ev." he said, making me tilt my head back to face him. His eyes stared into mine and it was like time stopped for a moment. Everything just...stopped.

"I love you too, Cappie." I said,"but how could you love me?! I'm just...tainted..."

"Hey...don't you ever say that again, you hear me? You are definitely not tainted, Evan. I love you so much."

"I don't deserve it Cappie. I just don't!" I said, now sobbing into his shirt. He stroked my hair, trying to comfort me. I just sobbed until I was numb and fell asleep in Cappie's loving embrace.

To me, that was the worst day of my life...and the best. The day that my parents killed their son, and the day when Cappie told me he loved me. It was definitely bittersweet.

I use that experience to face the hateful people head on, because I know that nothing could ever equal the amount of pain I felt after that day.

Cappie walked me to my class and kissed me goodbye. He walked away and already, I could feel the depression enrapturing me into nothingness. I became so dependent on Cappie that it just hurt not to be around him.

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I hoped it was good! I know it's kinda short but I didn't want to overwhelm everybody with so much information at once. I know...skipping ahead...kinda missing out on everything...but I have a reason, I swear! You just won't know it yet XD

OOOOOHHHH!!! Author's note cliffhanger! Probably the first in fanfiction history...okay...probably not lol...but I'll just consider myself as that lol

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~Ritchie