Eli's POV

"First class? You've got to be shitting me!" I exclaimed, looking up close to the plane tickets to see if they were the real thing.

"Nope! If We're going to go kick some ass, we might as well be pampered before it!" Drew said to me.

I swear I was getting lightheaded. Drew somehow got his mother to agree on going to Florida with me for Spring Break. My parents didn't really give a shit, as usual, which was great for me. I didn't even have to lie to them. Of course, I didn't tell them the REAL reason why I was going, who would? Aside from that, I was way too excited to go to Florida with my number one guy. What better way to start the relationship, right?

Speaking of which, Drew and I made it through the last week before Spring Break without a scratch. We decided to go public since we really didn't have anything to lose. I found out that Drew didn't give that much of a damn about his reputation, and I didn't really have a great reputation to begin with anyways, so what the hell, why not? Sure, we had Luke and some of the hockey team bother us, but it didn't offend us much. We could walk through the halls, hand-in-hand, without a care in the world. For the first time since Adam died, I was happy.

Drew and I have had a lot of fun this passed week. Everyday we would come to my house or I would go to his. All we would really do was screw around. Not ACTUALLY screw around, but just have a boatload of time to ourselves. We'd sit and play video games and eat until we popped. Other times we'd walk around in our underwear while our parents were out of the house because there was really no one to stare but us. The occasional tickle fight would come along, but they'd usually last only 20 seconds because we'd be at each others' throats if one of us didn't stop; that guys usually being me. Don't hate, I'm the little guy, what do you expect? All in all, the both of us are having a lot of fun in this relationship, but now it's time for us to get serious.

Spring Break has arrived, and shit's about to go DOWN.

Drew's POV

So my relationship with Eli is definitely on an all time high, even though all the time we've had has added up to a week. Him and I have had such a great week so far, but right now we cant be all lovey dovey like we always are. We've been planning on doing this for quite a while, and now that the time has finally come, nothing is going to stop us. We're ready now.

The two of us finally got our seats on the plane and made ourselves comfortable. An 8 hour flight was going to be super boring, so the both of us brought along a lot of things to keep us occupied; PSP's, video games, iPods, etc. However, the both of us hadn't touched them yet. We were too preoccupied in a different subject.

"Ok, so we've agreed on no death, right?" I asked.

"As much as it pains me, no, no death. And no serious injuries, right?"

"Sadly, no. All we want to do is scare them. At least until they know the extent of what they actually did." I spat.

"I can't wait to get my hands on that miniature bastard. He played that nice guy act so well. He fooled us… All of us." Eli grumbled.

"You think you were fooled? What about Dallas? That little shit LIVED with me. I mean, I knew he was homophobic, but he would never say anything in my house out of respect for Adam. He blindsided our entire family. And if that wasn't bad, the day it happens, he LEAVES. Adam never did anything to him, or anyone for that matter." I grimaced.

I let out a sorrowful sigh as Eli gave me a reassuring kiss on the cheek. "Don't fret about it. There's nothing we can really do to bring him back." He said with pain in his voice.

"I know, babe." I sighed. "It's just that this is the first time that I've actually felt like a retard. Believing that smug bastard was THE dumbest I've ever done. To think, Adam would still be here if-"

"Stop… Don't even think about blaming yourself, Drew. Besides, I know Adam would be proud of you for doing this without violence." He said softly, caressing my hand.

"Yeah, I guess." I said.

I felt Eli frown at my response. He was obviously stronger than I was when it came to Adam. I scrunched down and leaned my head on Eli's shoulder.

"You'll be ok, Drew." he said, leaning his head on mine. "In a couple days, this will all be sorted out."

I looked down to the floor, sighing. "Yeah… Sorted out." I said, dozing off to sleep.

Eli's POV

-hours later-

"Drew. Drew, wake up." I said, shaking him lightly.

"Huh? What?" he said, groggily.

"We're here. We made it."

All of a sudden, Drew wakes up. "Really?!"

"Yup." I answered with a smile.

Our plane had finally touched down in Escambia, Florida. If there's anything about this state that I don't like, it's the people. Drew and I walked out of the bridge, hand-in-hand, and people were already giving us the stinkeye. I should've expected that though; the Bakers are from here.

"Eliiiii…" Drew whined as we got to our hotel room.

"Yes, Drew?"

"It's 3am. Why the hell is it 82 degrees?!" he moaned, sweating.

"It's Spring, Drew. And we're in Florida, what did you expect?"

"Escambia's a bitch!" he said, pulling off his shirt. "Ugh, much better!"

I had my back turned. "What's much better?" I asked him, playing with my phone.

Drew was panting hard as he began to pull off his shoes and socks. "Sweet mother Mary it's fucking HOT!"

I rolled my eyes and turned around. "Geeze, Drew. I…" I paused, seeing how much clothing was on him. "…get it."

Drew gave me a cocky smile. "Sorry, I'm blazing. Is there any AC in here by any chance?" he asked, beginning to unbuckle his pants. Since I've seen him in his underwear, and I'm not being taken by surprise, I can speak coherently.

"I think the meter is in the bathroom."

"Great. I have to pee anyways." He said, kicking his shorts off into the corner and walking to the bathroom.

As he left, I also took my shirt off, feeling the hot air hit my bare chest. It felt better. I usually like the hotter weather. Since I'm anemic, and a bit of a cold-blooded person, hot weather appeals to me better. Thank goodness I cut my hair shorter, otherwise I'd be DYING! I heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door open, but Drew didn't come out yet.

"Drew? You in there?" I called out, playing with my phone.

"I'm fine. I just figured we might as well keep the AC off." He said

"What made you change your mind?" I asked, my eyes still on my phone. Temple Run is quite an addicting game.

"Well… I kinda wanna prevent shrinkage…"

Shrinkage? What the hell was he talking about? I paused my game for a second and looked up to see a very…. pleasant sight, to say the least.

"WHOA!" I exclaimed, quickly covering my eyes, but looking through my fingers. There he was. Standing with his elbow propped on the wall… Completely NAKED!

"Sorry, I just had a free feeling in my head and, you know, I wanted to… let it out." He said, walking toward me. "Take your hands down, I know you're peeking!"

I eventually did, but I tried my hardest not to look at his lower body. "Drew, really? Here?"

"Of course! It's not like anyone's looking!" he said, stretching most likely for the purpose of shoving his member in my face; which, not to mention, was very well-endowed.

I began to laugh, embarrassed. "Drew, quit it!"

"Fiiine! I'm gonna go get a snack." He giggled, walking over to our snack pile.

As I went back to Temple Run, I felt Drew's presence once again. I hoped to nonexistent Christ that he was clothed. I was wrong. Instead he stood right in front of me, a bag of chips directly in front of his disco stick.

I laughed hysterically. "Oh my gosh. Drew stop it!" I laughed.

"Come on, Eli. You love Doritos! Want one?" he innocently asked, taking one for himself. "They're nacho cheese, your faaaaavourite."

Once again, I was in a fit of laughter. "Babe, please get dressed. I wanted to talk to you."

"What's the difference between a clothed Drew and a naked Drew?" he chuckled.

"Well, I wanted to talk to you about… sunrise. And with naked Drew around, I wont be able to…. Concentrate." I said, motioning to the bag of chips.

He jokingly pouted. "Fine! Ruining all the fun." He said, skipping off to find a pair of pajamas. I got a glimpse of his ass before he did that. I was more than happy with that.

After getting dressed, he sat on my bed and took a hold of my ankle.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"You complained nonstop about how your feet hurt in the airport. I hate feet, but for you I can make an exception. Consider yourself lucky." He sneered, massaging me.

God I hated when he thought he was hot shit, but then again, he IS hot shit in my eyes.

After flipping him off, I began to discuss our plan. "So we have everything settled, correct?"

"Yes, once sunrise comes upon us, we attack."

"Now, you're sure you got their running schedules correct?" I asked him.

"Yes, for the thousandth time. Dallas at 6, Cam at 5." He answered.

"Good, good. And the chloroform?"

He let go of my foot for a second and grabbed it. "Right here. Now, Eli, this stuff works. So don't go and try sniffing it, especially on the job. You'll be out for an hour."

"I won't, I won't!" I said, chuckling. "And the warehouse?"

"100% abandoned. And it's soundproof, which makes getting caught completely off the radar."

"Sweet!" I exclaimed. "This is gonna be fun."

"Yes, yes it will… We have an hour. We should probably try and rest."

"Agreed." I said as he crawled over to me, wrapping his arms around me.

The hour passed and I didn't get a wink of sleep, and apparently Drew didn't either. The both of us must have been too anxious for the morning ahead of us. It was 4:30am and I decided it was time for us to get things set up.

"Drew?" I whispered. "Are you still up?"

"Yeah." He answered. "I couldn't sleep at all."

"Me neither" I told him. "Too much to think about."

He sat up and started to get dressed, not saying anything else. I also began to do the same, putting on the same shirt as last time. As I sat on our bed for a few minutes, I began to think. This is it. This is what we've been planning and waiting for since the day Adam died. Neither of us have had a second thought about it at any time since then. Nothing can stop us at all. If one thing goes wrong, the whole plan falls apart and we end up going back to Toronto in handcuffs.

As Drew slipped on his hoodie, he slowly walked over to me. "So… This is it, eh?" he said softly.

"Yeah, it is. Are you ready for this?" I asked.

"I've been waiting for this for a long time… I'll be ready." He said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Ok… You're taking the car right?" I asked.

"Yeah, Dallas's house is farther than Cam's. You can make it by 5 right?"

"Yeah." I sighed, looking down at the ground, then at his hand, which was still on my shoulder. I lightly grabbed it. "Um… be safe, ok?"

He interlocked our fingers and kissed my hand softly. "I will… You do the same, ok?"

"I will, Drew." I answered.

He looked straight into my eyes and gave me a small kiss on my cheek and hugged me. Something was up about it though. If either of us hug each other at all, we'd do it to kind of feel each other up. This time, he didn't let go for quite some time. I hugged back, also not trying to cop a feel either. I know it was just a hug, but it was as if Drew was trying to tell me something. It was like a 'this is the last hug I'll give you' type of hug. Though it confused me, I bothered not to ask anything of him.

"I'm really lucky to have you, Eli." He said to me, slowly loosening the embrace.

I gave him my winning smirk. "Oh stop." I said jokingly, however, he didn't crack a smile at all.

"Really…" he told me. "I'll see you at the warehouse in an hour." He said, kissing me and walking out of the room. That was weird…..

-one hour later-

There they were.

The hockey stars. They were both tied up back to back by a mass amount of rope. The both of them would be able to talk if it weren't for the duct tape on their mouths. In the warehouse, one lone light in the middle of it was on, practically scolding them. As the older ice hound came to, he immediately noticed his predicament. He tried his hardest to squirm out of his tie up, but Drew made sure he was mostly immobile. He tried screaming, but that only came out as a muffled hum. As he squirmed himself exhausted, Drew finally emerged from the darkness.

"Well, Mr. Mike Dallas. What a surprise!" he said, walking up to him and forcefully ripping the duct tape off his mouth.

Dallas shrieked, thinking his savior had arrived. "DREW! Thank God! I don't know how I got here. One minute I'm on a morning jog and the next-"

"SHUT UP!" Drew yelled, cutting him off. "Your turn for talking will come along later."

"Drew, what the fuck are you-"

BAM!

A cold backhand goes straight across his face. "I SAID SHUT UP!" he yelled again.

I couldn't help myself and let out small chuckle, emerging from the darkness. "Nice one, babe."

Dallas's eyes widened as he saw me. Before I could say anything to the little shit, the younger, shorter ice hound began to stir. I mumbled to myself.

"Perfect timing."

He fully came to as he himself began to struggle against the ropes, but there was no escaping for him. As though mimicking Dallas, he screamed into the duct tape. I tore his tape off and looked him dead in the eye. He began to beg, exactly what I wanted.

"Please don't hurt me! I swear I'll give you anything I have, just don't kill me!" he yelled on the verge of tears.

Dallas recognized that voice anywhere. "Cam, is that you?!"

"Dallas?! What the fuck is this!" Cam screamed. He never cursed in his life until now.

"Cam, calm down, it's gonna be-"

"Get me the fuck outta here!" he yelled at him.

"I will, I promise!"

Drew evilly chuckled. "No you won't, actually."

"We have a bone to pick with you bastards… Maybe we'll be picking ACTUAL bones. You never know." I added as Cam squirmed harder. "You might as well stop what you're doing. You're not getting out, kid."

"We just have a question…" Drew snorted.

"What the fuck do you fags want?" Dallas spat, obviously noticing our relationship.

Drew pulled up a small folding chair and sat in front of Dallas, their faces inches away from each other. Drew stared daggers. "What made you think you could bully my brother and get away with it?"

Dallas snickered. "Is that what this is about?" he said, rolling his eyes.

I could tell he was getting on Drew's worse side. I know we made a pact that no one ends up dead, but getting on Drew's worse side mean he'll end up killing him. Drew got up and took a deep breath, composing himself. As he did this, I figured to ask Cam the same question. However, I wasn't so nice with him. before asking, I lightly gripped his throat.

"What about you, Campbell? Hm? What exactly made you think you'd just get away with what you did? Explain it to me, because I-"

"I'm sorry…" He whimpered, letting out a frightened sob. "I'm so sorry!"

I looked a Drew and nodded. "He's sorry, eh? I like this one. Do you like this one, Drew?"

"I like this one, too." Drew said with a sinister smile on his face.

I chuckled at him and let go of his throat. Then once he thought I was letting up on him, I punched the holy shit out of him.

"YOU'RE SORRY, HUH?! YOU'RE SORRY?!" I screamed in his face. "Do either of you know what you caused?!"

"DO YOU?!" Drew added.

"I'm calling the police on you psychos!" Dallas yelled at the both of us.

"Answer the fucking question!" I yelled.

"Jesus, we didn't KILL the kid! It was just a practical joke. No harm, no foul. Right, rookie?" he said, turning his head as much as he could toward his teammate. Cam didn't say anything.

"Looks like you're NOT right, Michael." I said. He hated when ANYONE, even his parents, called him Michael.

"My name is Dallas, faggot!"

"Au contraire, sir. Right now, you're MY bitch. Therefore your name is whatever we want it to be!"

Drew turned his head over to Cam, who was quiet as a mouse. He walked over to the 15 year old with a feign soft demeanor.

"You ok, little guy?" he asked, sitting in front of him.

"I'm just scared." He said with a shaky voice.

Drew gave him a sympathetic smile. "You should be."

After saying that, Cam began to cry. Drew rolled his eyes. "Pathetic."

"We don't think you guys really catch the severity of the situation." I told the both of them.

"Here, I think I can get them up to speed." Drew said, pulling out his phone.

Even I didn't know what he was planning on doing. My boyfriend dialed a number and put his Android on speaker phone. We all heard about five or six rings before I heard none other than Adam's voicemail. I raised my eyebrow at first, but I finally got the message after a few seconds.

"I don't get it." Dallas mumbled. "What was your sister gonna say?"

"You know, you're lucky I don't slit your throat. Call Adam a girl again. I dare you! DO IT AGAIN!" Drew yelled, getting an inch away from Dallas's face. Dallas stayed silent.

"ANYWAYS, there's a reason Adam didn't answer HIS phone. Wanna know why?" Drew asked the both of them.

The both of them stayed silent.

"Well, his phone isn't on him right now… And it's never going to be on him. Not ever again." I said, looking down.

Both boys gave us puzzled looks.

"He's dead." Drew spat emotionlessly.

Dallas's eyes widened slightly as he looked away from the both of us. Cam, on the other hand, threw up in front of the both of us. We both stared at the short one as he broke down into tears, muffled apologies spewing from the boy. Dallas stayed silent, his face unfazed. The hockey players at the moment were complete opposites. One was completely silent as if nothing too horrible happened. The other was blubbering his eyes out with a puddle of vomit on the side of him.

"Now, in the hospital parking lot that very night, we figured we would return the favor and off the both of you…" I began.

Before I could finish my sentence, I began to get a whiff of a horrible smell, a smell that was very familiar. It was the smell of urine, and it was coming from Cam.

"… but we figured that would make us hypocrites." Drew finished.

"Cam… did you just…?" Dallas said, making a disgusted face.

Drew and I were both still incredibly angry at both of the guys, but we couldn't help but feel bad for the kid who had just soiled himself. I walked over to him, being careful not to step in his vomit, and sat in the chair in front of him.

"Is there something you want to tell us?" I softly asked him.

Dallas, out of nowhere, began to talk. "Cam, shut up!"

"Excuse me!" I said to him. "I was talking to Campbell."

"Cam, don't say a fucking WORD!"

Drew, once again, gave him a hard slap to the face. "SHUT UP!"

"Talk to us, Cam. We won't hurt you… Well, I won't." I told the kid.

"Cam, I swear to GOD if you-" Dallas was cut off by a fresh piece of tape put on his mouth.

"He blackmailed me!" Cam yelled before Dallas could say anything else.

"I raised my eyebrows along with Drew. "Blackmail? Like how?"

Cam hesitated to answer, but eventually opened his mouth. "He said that… he'd tell everyone about my problem."

"Problem?" Drew asked, not truly convinced.

"My… my cutting problem." He said, looking down to the ground in shame.

Drew shook his head. "Are you lying, Cam? Because if you are-"

"I'm not, I swear!" he cut him off. "Check me… My arm. My right arm."

I myself almost didn't believe him. As I lifted the right sleeve, I saw countless cuts all around his arm. Some were big, some were small, but the thing that broke my heart was that they were all fresh, as in he had done this very recently. I motioned Drew to come and see, and when he did, I saw a new wave of anger rush over him. It was like his eyes caught on fire. He sighed softly at Cam.

"We're sorry…" he said softly. I nodded in agreement.

Drew then got up and walked around to Dallas, ripping the tape off his mouth once again.

"You are a fucking MONSTER!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. I don't think I've seen him that angry. "I let you into my home, you used my bathroom, you took my bedroom, you and Adam did things together. He's never done anything to you! And THIS is what happens? You blackmail your only GOOD teammate into bullying some kid he DOESN'T EVEN KNOW into KILLING HIMSELF?! I don't get it. I just don't fucking get how someone like you can sleep at night! How do you live with yourself, Dallas?! How can you even look at yourself in the mirror every fucking day and NOT see the smug bastard that everyone sees?! What do you have to say for yourself?!"

Drew was only inches away from his face and once again, Dallas seemed unfazed. Then, the man did something even I didn't believe.

He spit directly in Drew's face, right below the eye. Just when I thought Dallas couldn't get any worse, he did THE most disrespectful thing anyone could do to someone. Drew turned around to wipe his eye.

"That's it." He said, pulling a GUN out of the back of his pants.

I had no idea he had a gun in the first place. The both of us made a pact that BOTH of them would walk out of the warehouse ALIVE. It freaked me out; seeing Drew with a gun was truly the scariest I've ever seen him. Apparently it scared Dallas too; for the first time I saw fear on his face. My eyes widened and I stopped untying Cam.

"DREW!" I said, standing back. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"I'm ending it." He said, almost emotionlessly. "What does it look like?"

"Drew, you can't kill him. What happened to the promise we made to each other?" I asked him frantically.

"FUCK the promise, Eli! I'm not letting this bastard get away with this anymore!"

"Drew, stop it! Think about what you're doing!" I told him, taking a step closer to him.

"I've thought about this since Adam died, Eli. I want this more than anything."

Dallas flinched and waited for the worst to come.

"Drew. I know, ok? I get it. I've wanted nothing more than to off these two since the day Adam died… But you can't. Because that means I won't see you again." I said softly, tearing up.

"I just want to avenge him, baby…" he said, letting out a soft whimper. "He was my little brother."

"I know." I said, stepping in front of Dallas. "But I think we've done enough here."

"Eli, move." He said, letting tears fall.

"No… We're leaving." I told him, standing my ground.

"MOVE!"

"NO!"

Drew looked down and started sobbing. "Fine." He cried, putting the gun to his head.

"Drew, I swear to god. Don't you fucking DARE!" I cried.

"I might as well be with him." he said, resting his index finger on the trigger. "It would be better."

"Don't you fucking leave me, Drew." I said. "DON'T YOU FUCKING LEAVE ME! PUT IT DOWN!"

Drew cried hard as he applied small pressure on the trigger.

"Drew…. Just put it down, ok? Because… I can't lose you either, baby. I refuse to lose you!" I cried.

As he FINALLY dropped the gun to the floor, he dropped to his knees and cried his eyes out. I reflexively ran to him and held him as tightly as I could, crying with him. I can say that was the scariest thing I've ever witnessed in my life. I couldn't imagine life without Drew, especially since I lost Adam AND Julia. Behind me, I could hear Dallas panting as his life was just saved by me. I could've just let it happen, but if it meant not seeing Drew ever again, I would've taken the bullet for him. He eventually found words.

"Thank you… Goldsworthy." He said between breaths. I wasn't having any of that.

"Fuck you!" I told him. I grabbed the gun and pointed it at his head. "Now listen clearly, if you tell anyone about this… I might not be so nice. The both of you both tripped and fell down a hill. The bruising will go down in a few days… If we get a warrant for our arrests… We know exactly where to find you. And don't doubt that you'll wake up in the exact same spot. Cam, untie him… we're going home."

I put an arm around drew and walked him to our hotel room. Cam began untying Dallas' hands

"Thanks, kid." Dallas said.

Cam got his hands untied and left him to untie his own legs. "Don't fucking talk to me."