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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-Ace's POV-

I woke up this morning and looked around, feeling slightly confused as I try to sort it all out in my head. My room? No, not even my house—the Chambers' house. Eyeball's room…no—Chris'…shit what happened last night?

I sit up then everything rushes back to me. The party, the fight with that big fat ass, Lachance hitting on Chris—my stomach clenches in fear—Chris hitting Lachance—my stomach eases a little. I then remember dragging Chris up here to cool off then falling asleep here together. I smirk a little and look around, frowning when I realize he isn't there.

I jump up and run to the stairs, jumping down more than half of them and turning quickly to run into the kitchen. No eggs, no toast, no pancakes and most importantly no Chris. I frown and look around, seeing Eyeball on the couch. In two steps I'm over to him and shaking him awake.

"Huh...ughh go away man…"
"Eyeball, where's your brother?"
"Huh?" Eyeball says sitting up slowly, running a hand through his hair.
"Chris, your little brother, the guy I was making out with last night…"
"He's not with you?" Eyeball asks sitting up straight, wide awake now.
"No."
"Fuck. You don't think…" Eyeball and I lock eyes, remembering the guys from last night. They could still be sore about the fight and Chris out on his own or even with his group of friends is a sitting duck. We grab our coats and run out the door, jumping in my car and taking off, the front door still closing as my tires squeal.

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-Chris' POV-

Me and the guys ended up going to the corner store for some cokes and food before heading back to the tree house. We decided it was best to lay low today and just play cards and bull shit. It felt like old times but I could feel the other guys looking at me. I knew they had questions about me and Ace but I decided to let them ask on their own time.

When it was getting close to dinner and the other guys had to go home I figured I should too, Ace and Eyeball couldn't cook for shit anyway. I walked with Gordie to his house and we gave each other some skin before he went inside and I kept walking towards home. The entire way I couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching me but whenever I looked over my shoulder there was no one there so I figured I was just being paranoid.

When I got home Eyeball and Ace were nowhere to be found so I went into the kitchen and began searching through the fridge and pantry for something to cook for dinner.

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-Eyeball's POV-

I gripped the steering wheel tightly as we pulled into the gas station and parked next to the pump. I looked over at Ace whose eyes were unfocused as he stared out through the windshield. I sighed and jumped out, going around to pump the gas. Ace just sat there and I could tell he was worried. Hell, everyone could see something was wrong simply because I was driving Ace's car.

We hadn't been able to find Chris all day and the thought of those homo hating assholes finding my little brother scared the shit out of me. Once we had gas and paid I jumped back in the driver's seat and headed home, not knowing where else to look.

When we pulled up to the house I could see a few lights on and in mere seconds Ace and I were running inside.

"Hey!" came a voice from the kitchen. Ace and I froze for just a second before running in there. Chris stood there at the table, putting down a third plate of food. "Where have you two-"

Ace had rushed over and grabbed Chris by the shirt and pinned him against the wall. "Where the fuck have you been all day?" Ace yelled.

Chris' eyes were huge in shock and fear. I could see his muscles tighten and prayed that this wouldn't turn into a fight in the middle of the kitchen.

"Do you have any idea what we went through today?" Ace screamed.
"I…uh—I was with…I mean-" Chris began, trying to explain.
"Christ! Don't do that you little shit!" Ace let him go and ran a hand through his hair, pacing a little.
"What are you talking about?" Chris asked, looking from Ace then over to me.
"We thought that you went out and got grabbed by those ass holes from last night," I said, sighing and collapsing into a chair.
"We couldn't find you all day!" Ace screamed.
Chris frowned. "I was at the tree house…" he said slowly.

Both Ace and I cursed and hung our heads. We didn't think he'd be there with the other guys all day, we figured he'd go talk to Lachance at his house then come back. Chris walked over and placed a hand on Ace's shoulder, trying to make Ace turn around and face him.

Ace did turn around slowly, his eyes closed and shoulders slumped. "You were that worried about me?" Chris asked quietly. Ace nodded. Chris sighed and tugged Ace towards the table. "Eat, both of you."

It was only then that I looked at the plate in front of me. Chicken and potatoes. My stomach growled and I realized that we hadn't eaten all day. Ace put his head in his hands, his eyes focusing on the plate before him for a moment. He sighed and picked up his fork and began eating slowly, Chris doing the same.

I did too and while we all ate in silence I realized that this was the first time I had seen Ace that worried about anyone else. I smiled to myself while the sounds of our utensils clicked and clacked against the plates.

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AN: Sorry it took so long. I had the first half of this chapter written then school got in the way but now that school is over I have some time to write. Thanks to everyone who is still reading this. Much love.