AN: Minor slash so if you don't like, don't read. Stephen King owns them. I just bow down to him and Rob Reiner. Will switch POVs.

This "one shot" has mutated into a series, which I FINALLY named!

Please no flames. Don't like slash, don't read, that simple.

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-Gordie's POV-

My head was pounding when I woke up the next morning. I groaned and rolled over in my bed frowning because the mattress was harder than I remembered. I opened my eyes a bit and my frown grew out of confusion. I wasn't in my bed at home; I was in the tree house, lying on the wooden floor. How the hell did I get here?

Sitting up and placing a hand on my pounding forehead I looked around. Vern was asleep in the corner and Teddy in a chair. Turning my head I had to shield my eyes as the sunlight from the little window snuck in. "What the fuck happened?" I asked out loud.

"You got drunk," came Teddy's voice. His eyes were still closed but his body position had changed a little.

"So that's why my head is pounding?" I asked.

"Yeah, and I bet your jaw isn't feeling too great either," Vern added as he sat up and opened his eyes.

"But…" I began.

"Chamber's nearly took your head off last night," Teddy said.

"Why?" I asked.

"Maybe because you hit on me and kissed me."

I froze, my heart stopping for a few moments before turning to look at Chris whose upper half was poking through the trap door of the tree house. "Hey Gord-o," he says.

"Hey," I respond, my throat dry and scratchy.

"Guys, can I talk to Gordie for a minute?" he asks, looking at Teddy and Vern. They nod and stand silently as Chris makes his way up into the tree house and they slip out through the trap door and down the ladder.



My heart is beating fast as Chris sits on the floor across from me and I'm scared of what he's going to say.

-Chris' POV-

"Gordie, man, we have to talk," I say, pulling my knees up to me and looking at him. He just nods. "I'm sorry about hitting you," I add.

"From what I remember I deserve it," he responds, not willing to meet my eyes.

"Gordie look at me," I plead. He lifts his head slowly and takes what seems like forever to focus his gaze on me. "You know why I hit you so could you explain to me why you did that shit last night?"

Gordie takes a deep breath and looks out the window for a few moments. "There's no real reason, Chris. You're right; I'm scared of being alone. You've got Ace now, Teddy and Vern have got each other, so who do I have?" he asks.

"Me," I respond.

"But you're with Ace," he says, his voice cracking a little.

"Yeah I'm with Ace but me being with Ace isn't the end of us being friends, at least it doesn't have to be," I say, locking my eyes on Gordie. "It's up to you, man," I say. "I'm still gonna be your friend Gord-o, but only if you want me around. If you don't want me around cause I'm a fag, cause I dig guys, cause I'm with Ace then just say so and I won't come around anymore."

"I don't want that," Gordie says hurriedly.

"Then I'll still be around. And like I said last night, you'll get a girl, I promise man."

"And if I don't?" he asks.

I laugh. "If you don't I'm sure there's plenty of other guys out there who find you attractive. Gordie's face scrunches up a bit, not out of disgust but out of confusion over the idea that some guys other than me may find him attractive. We both laugh and I place my arm around his shoulders. "Come on Gord-o, let's go find Teddy and Vern and get ourselves into some trouble," I say.

Gordie chuckles a bit as we stand and go down the ladder. Teddy and Vern are up ahead and as we catch up to them I drop my arm from around his shoulders and the four of us walk back into town.

AN: Sorry it took so long. I just didn't know how to have things in this chapter. I'm not too please with this but I had to post something for all of you wonderful people who still read this.