Here's the second chapter. This gets deeper into the storyline and explains much more. I would like to thank Amasayada for your review. Anyway, here's the chapter: Confusion.

Marcus was losing his mind. He had come here, to his father's condo in this awful little village, in order to get away from it all, not to be pestered by an annoying, yet gorgeous, Spanish boy. 'Señor Cox, this; Señor Cox, that.' It was maddening. Charlie's looks were shielding him from Marcus' wrath less and less with each time he opened his mouth.

Marcus attempted to sneak out of the condo as quietly as possible in order to avoid alerting Charlie to his vulnerability in the hallway, where there was no place to hide. The boy's foot landed on a creaky board just as he passed room 506 and Marcus knew his cover had been blown.

"Señor Cox!"

'Shit!' was the only thing that crossed the teenager's mind as he heard that voice. He knew that this would be the last straw. That he was going to explode if Charlie did something today.

"Señor Cox, how are you today?" A simple question; one that could be answered easily, but it didn't stop there. "So what are you up to? Are you okay? You don't look too good? Do you still have food poisoning?"

"Shut up! Just shut up Charlie! Thank you so much for helping me at the clinic, thank you for showing me the way here, thank you for everything you have done for me, but stop! Stop checking up on me and pestering me! I'm this close to killing you, you idiotic little freak! Okay?" This was what Marcus was afraid of. It wouldn't be long before the boy ran away, hurt by his words, just like everyone else who witnessed him when he blew up. This was what it would always come to. But instead of seeming hurt, Charlie just laughed. He laughed where everyone else would cry or run away. This boy was one of the strangest that Marcus had ever seen.

"You held out for longer than I thought you would! I've been trying to piss you off for the longest time, and it was definitely worth it!" He was now leaning against the wall, bursting into peels of laughter, and smiling so wide that his teeth could be seen perfectly. Marcus was so very angry with this boy and what he'd done, yet he couldn't stop being mesmerized by him.

"You bastard, you are far more capable of pissing me off than anyone I have ever met." Marcus was still so mad at Charlie, but he just couldn't hold on to that anger. Charlie's looks were now an effective shield once more, and Marcus couldn't stop himself. He cupped the laughing boy's cheek with his hand, and leaned in to his face. Their lips touched, and Charlie nearly had a heart attack when he realized what was going on. When Marcus pulled away, he saw the look of pure terror on Charlie's face and couldn't help but feel bad. He brushed a stray lock of dark hair from the bewildered boy's face and whispered, "Wanting to do that right there, was the only reason I didn't murder you." Marcus turned and walked away from the trembling form, knowing that he would be seeing Charlie again, but that it might not be quite as pleasant. He still couldn't bring himself to regret his actions. Marcus was now certain, Charlie was definitely the strangest boy he'd ever met, but he couldn't help but be mesmerized by him.

Charlie watched Marcus go. He was leaning against the wall, using one hand to support himself while the other was brought to his lips. He ran his fingers across them, as if touching them would somehow solve everything, that something would be on them that would explain why he felt so very different. It had to be something medical, right? That's what he'd always thought, that everything wrong with him was something medical, and that's why he felt nauseas yet filled with adrenaline. His entire body quaked; he was sweating heavily and felt as though he would vomit, so he had to be sick, right? But it didn't feel that simple.

"Dios mío."

"Well you don't have a fever, chico. Are you sure you didn't eat anything strange?"

"No, I didn't. I just don't feel that well."

"Charlie, are you not telling me something?" Zee was serious about this. She was obviously assuming something. She was a wonderful doctor and she really was like a mother to Charlie and everyone at the clinic at some time or another, but that often led to her being overprotective or stepping over some personal boundaries. "Are you sexually active? Did you get a girl pregnant, because I will take a scalpel and cut your-"

Charlie spluttered and shook his head vigorously. "No señora." She looked at him in a way that clearly expressed her skepticism.

"Well then, chico, what's really wrong? And don't try to sell me that 'nothing' mierda." Charlie smiled at Zee and how intuitive she was.

"Remember the bitchy gringo?" he began, wondering how to continue with this subject.

"Si, Señor Cox." She was obviously not enjoying being reminded of Marcus.

"Well I've been kind of messing with him lately, to piss him off. Then today, he finally got really pissed and I started laughing, and then… he kissed me." Zee's jaw dropped at this. When she finally seemed to put all the pieces together, she seemed to be equally baffled by the current turn of events.

They sat there, in silence, for several minutes, just looking at each other and thinking. Zee took a moment to examine Charlie and his situation. He was a young, extremely handsome, and kind boy who wanted nothing more than to learn, but she knew she had to look deeper. Underneath, Charlie was a developing youth who still had to figure out so much in his life. He was damaged and still felt abandoned and was extremely fragile. Finally, Charlie was an extremely hormonal bundle of mixed emotions and confusion, and being introduced to a brand new possibility of romance with someone of a gender he can actually understand, with virtually no real knowledge of what this is, if it's normal, or if there is something wrong with him could not only cause extreme confusion, but self loathing and isolation as well. The poor boy needed someone to help him, and Zee didn't trust the gringos to do it, especially Fuller, so she knew that Keeton would have to be the one to help him figure this out. More importantly, Zee would have to get the drop on this Cox boy in order to figure out what the hell he was doing. Charlie needed a family, and they were it. So if Zee was the mother, she was going to be the best damned mother she could be and kick this gringo's ass if he hurt Charlie.

"We have to tell Keeton, okay?"

"No! Don't tell anyone about this, okay?" Charlie was resistant and was obviously not too keen on the idea of telling anyone.

"Chico, you need to tell him. He can help you with this. You can trust him, okay?" She desperately needed Charlie to realize that this was for the best.

He gave in with a reluctant, "Si."

Marcus sat in one of the chairs that the staff had set out on the sand and rested. He'd been there for nearly an hour and was glad to have some nice time alone in the sun. 'At least I'll have a decent tan. Even if the rest of this trip falls to shit, I can still say that.' A large shadow blocked out the sun, ruining Marcus' plan of getting a tan. Exasperated, the boy ripped off his sunglasses, wincing as he managed to take a few chestnut colored hairs with them.

"Can I help you?" he asked angrily as he stared at the silhouette.

"Si, please tell me what the hell happened this morning!" Charlie was obviously over the extreme terror caused by the kiss and now switched to white hot fury.

Wishing to show Charlie that he wasn't the only one capable of playing games, Marcus decided to play dumb and piss him off even further. "I do believe that I went downstairs and had a second rate continental breakfast, then I went sightseeing, and then I came to the beach here to relax, but was interrupted by a rather good looking boy. Why? What did you do today?" Charlie didn't seem to be quite as amused by this as Marcus was. He grabbed Marcus by the wrist and hoisted him out of the chair.

"You know what I'm talking about!" Charlie was now furious. He just wanted answers, something to explain to him what was going on.

"Oh! You mean this!" Before Charlie could figure out what 'this' was, he found himself horizontal. His back was on the sand, and Marcus was on top of him; their lips were pressed together and Marcus showed no sign of regret, remorse, or anything other than enjoyment.

Marcus knew that it wouldn't be too long before he was thrown off of the boy. He might have been known to exert his dominance over others, but he knew all too well that he was nearly a foot shorter than Charlie, and not nearly as muscular. Yet, instead of being thrown off and landing in the sand, Charlie's arms were wrapping around Marcus' waist, and Charlie didn't seem to want it to end either; in fact, Charlie was actually starting to kiss Marcus back. But when they broke for air, Charlie's eyes went wide, he flipped over and left Marcus sitting in the sand and rushed back to the condos. He had no idea what was going on anymore.

The only thing that Charlie was sure of at the time was that he needed to get away from Marcus and figure everything out.

Charlie sat in his room at the hostel. He could've stayed in the more luxurious condo, but he wanted to be as far away from Marcus as possible, right now. He needed a reassurance of who he was, his sexuality, something.

'What did I need more than anything before I met this stupid Americano? I wanted to become a doctor, right? And I wanted Lily; I wanted Lily Brenner to like me, right?'

He kept going fromthere. What did he like about Lily? He loved how nice, and beautiful, and kindhearted, and perfect she was. Lily was the ideal woman in Charlie's mind. So what was it about Marcus that made him feel completely different than what he felt for Lily, yet so similar to that feeling? Marcus was mysterious, and bitchy, and uncontrollable, and unpredictable, and he still managed to resemble sex in every way, shape, and form; Marcus was the risky, dangerous, easy choice. Marcus seemed to be everything that Charlie never wanted. Yet here he was, dying inside because this boy wanted him and, for some reason that baffled him, he wanted this boy too.

What did this mean? Was he losing his mind? It couldn't be natural, two boys being together, could it? He'd never seen two men together like Keeton and Clark were, or his mother and father were. Charlie then began to linger on the thought of his mother and father. They had abandoned him. If it was the opposite of what his mother and father would do, if it was just one more thing that separated him from them, he'd happily embrace it.

Charlie found Marcus the next day as he left for the Clínica and Marcus left for wherever he could drink and bitch all day. Marcus caught his eye and smiled, as if remorse for any emotional damage he could have done was unheard of.

"You're an asshole," Charlie stated frankly before he wrapped one arm around Marcus' waist and used the other to support them as he leaned the shorter boy into the wall and kissed him. As the two seemed to lose all sense of time and space with each other, Charlie reflected on this mysterious teenager he was exploring. Marcus Cox was a mysterious boy who bitched and complained about everything under the sun, drank more than was necessary, or legal for his age, and he somehow managed to attract Charlie, and that was all that Charlie needed for now.

Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter and that it explains Marcus and Charlie a little bit better. Thank you to everyone who has read and please give me your feedback.

Translations

Dios Mio: My god

Mierda: Crap