A/N: Yeah guys, I'm sorry the delay, but my life is in a kind of hurry. So to made up with you, wrote three chapters. (because the others chapters will take another long time to be done...)

Song: One Last Breath, by Creed (For Kev)

The next day, Edd was back at school; Derek knew very well that he couldn't keep his partner confined to his home for more than that. Edd's bruises were still visible, as well as his pain, but he didn't care; studies certainly were more important than a mere discomfort.

As much as Kevin hated hiding, see Edd walking, seemingly well, down the hall, had the power to cheer his heart. But was failing to understand what was going on inside him, Kevin unconsciously ignored the urge to go talk to Edd. And he held that out for a week.

He often found himself moving toward Edd, but when he became aware of it, he stopped and went in the opposite direction. Kevin was accustomed to speak with the Double Dork, and it was difficult to rid of certain customs.

At first, Edd thought Kevin simply was distracted, or too busy. But every time he tried to approach, Kevin left, giving the excuse that he urgently needed to be anywhere else. And the brief moments that they did speak, Kevin's eyes insisted on not making eye contact. All very strange. However, after the fourth day, Double D didn't try putting any effort to talk to the jock, though Edd didn't feel good at ignoring others, especially Kevin.

Kevin noticed he missed Edd, and couldn't help but be sad. He also realized that it was strange how Edd's absence affected him.

"Stop thinking about it." Kevin's brain said.

"Go talk to him, fool." His heart responded.

Kevin did not understand why whenever the subject was Edd, he ended in conflict with himself, he had always been the type who act without thinking. The fact that he was acting like that was disturbing him. He still did not speak to Edd.

Although he felt guilty, the fact that he was too busy with football practice this week made him think he was ignoring Edd for simply being really focused in his workouts.

The last game to get into the finals was on Friday night. All his teammates and him thought about what needed to be done to get to the finals; it wasn't so difficult, yet everyone was giving their absolute best. This year they were going to win, and that was a fact. Kevin's mind was full of good and new moves, which were shared and approved by the coach, so everyone on the team were training twice what they used to train. Everyone was feeling that they were improving, they definitely were, and it was a wonderful feeling.

Friday had finally arrived and Kevin's heart was pounding in his chest. He was sure they could win, but this acceleration in his chest wouldn't go away, he took small amounts of air to see if his heart calmed down, but it wasn't very helpful.

He and Troy were still alone in the changing room waiting for the others. Kevin always arrived early to focus, and he enjoyed the calmness of the company of his friend.

"Nervous captain?" Troy said with a mischievous smile.

Kevin narrowed his eyes, but smiled anyway. "As if you aren't."

"Yes, but we have never been eliminated before the finals, and we are now much better than before."

Kevin just took a deep breath in response. Troy was right; there was no need to worry. However, being captain, worry was always a burden he carried.

When the others arrived, Kevin tried to encourage them, saying they had trained hard and their techniques were better and winning was just a matter of concentration and teamwork.

"WHO WE ARE?" Kevin shouted.

"PEACH CREEK!" The others shouted in response.

"WHAT WE ARE?"

"WINNERS!"

"WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO TODAY?"

"WIN!"

Kevin turned to look at everybody.

"DO YOU WANNA WIN?"

"YES!"

Kevin put a hand around his ear and shouted even louder. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU. DO YOU WANNA WIN?"

"YES!" They responded louder.

"SO LET' SMASH 'EM"

Kevin stretched out his hand and several other rested on his. They lowered and raised twice, in the third, they threw their hands up and shouted "PEACH CREEK" and went out to the field.

When he entered the field Kevin's heart was even more accelerated, it felt like it would explode, but this explosion was the excitement of being in the field. Kevin was being dominated by adrenaline and by the will to win, they would win. Kevin would make sure of it. He was mesmerized with the applauses and shouts of the crowd, it was exciting the fact that a hundred people were cheering for them. It was gratifying.

Kevin inspected the faces of the people on the bleachers without really seeing anyone. His heart, however, took a leap worthy of a gold medal; Edd's face was mixed and ironically eminent among the crowd. Edd had never attended a game, and now there he was. Kevin knew it was because of Derek, and also by Ed, who had recently joined the team, but he was happy anyway.

His concentration returned when the judge threw the coin: the opposing team would start kicking.

Derek intercepted the ball in the last 30 yards of his field and ran to try to win field, but was blocked in the 45 yards of their field.

Kevin was euphoric, the game had started well.

His euphoria, however, was replaced by concern when the first time they had finished without scoring a single point and still losing by a touchdown and an extra point.

The coach was a nervous wreck. "What the hell, Ed! What kind of blocking was that?"

"That guy is stronger than me coach!"

"No, he is not. You are stronger, and are going to block him, got it?"

"Yessir!"

"Conor, that WR is leaving you in the dust…"

"Exactly coach: he is really fast." The blond guy said.

"Anticipate his fucking move, you are able to do this, otherwise I wouldn't have escalated you to this position. His receptibility is weaker on the left, stay tuned. "

"Yes sir."

"Kevin and Derek, you aren't in sync, what the fuck is going on? You" he pointed to Kevin "failed twice to pass the ball and when you made it" turned to Derek "you lost the fucking ball. I want you to focus. FO-CUS! And that goes to everyone. Now go there and win this fucking game."

Everyone shouted and returned to the field.

Perhaps it was this earful they needed, because the second time they finished with just one point of disadvantage. The crowd was so apprehensive that hardly cheered the team, perhaps for fear of distracting them. Even the cheerleaders were apprehensive. The third time, however, was time to help raise the mood of the team: the score was tied.

On the last turn of Peach Creek, they failed to advance considerably in three downs, so kicking the ball was the best option. It was a good kick, but the other team pushed them back 20 yards of their own field. But now Peach Creek gained field and were five yards from a touchdown, missing only one down.

With five minutes remaining to the end of the game, still tied, Kevin began to despair and to not think straight.

"Kevin, breath and spill out the move." Mike, the center, said.

It's now or never. Kevin thought. "BLUE 41" He shouted "BLUE 41".

In this move, the quarter back would pretend to retreat to pass the ball to the wide receiver, but would pass the it to the power back, that would move through the path opened by the offensive guard. Since the tight end was on the opposite side to which the power back would run, the defense would think he would go through there.

And that's what happened.

Before the opponent center could alert his defensive end, Ed had already overthrown him.

Troy made a stunning play and ran as if his life depended on it. He made the most pleasurable touchdown of his life.

Peach Creek was in the final.

They won for one touchdown.

All in favor of Peach Creek celebrated, vibrated and cheered their deserved victory. The Cheerleaders' pom-poms flew, food flew, many things flew. In fact Kevin's head was in the clouds. The team members congratulated each other, cheered and partied too, as if they had won the finals. They hadn't, but that didn't stop them to congratulate themselves, they deserved it anyway.

Nazz, Rolf, Johnny, Sarah and Jimmy were congratulating Kevin.

"Wow dude, that last move was brilliant!" Nazz said clinging to Kevin's neck.

"Casanova Kevin-boy, Rolf must agree with the blondie, was a move worthy of the approval of Nana." Rolf embraced Kevin removing him from the ground.

Kevin couldn't suppress a smile. "Seriously dude?"

"Trust in what the Son of a shepherd says." Rolf released his friend.

Kevin laughed out loud. "Thanks dude."

Sarah punched Kevin's shoulder, who grunted. "You're stronger than you think, ya know?"

Sarah smiled "It was great, your best game so far."

"It's true, man." Johnny said.

"In fact it was lovely." Jimmy also joined his voice to the chorus.

"Thank you guys." Kevin ruffled Jimmy's hair.

It was good to have the cul-de-sac gang gathered together.

Even though chatting with his friends, Kevin's eyes unconsciously darted for a certain sockhead. Kevin's smile slowly disappeared; Edd was brought into a tight hug from Derek, pervaded in a deep congratulation kiss.

It was getting difficult for Kevin to deny himself what he was feeling. He felt this... thing rising from the bottom of his guts, causing him a strange discomfort. He was... envy. It was getting hard to deny that he wanted that kiss to him.

Nazz noticed the expression that Kevin was giving and to where was looking, but she chose not to say anything. She just smiled, an affected smile. Until when Kevin? She thought.

Of course there would be a party that night, and Conor had volunteered to provide his house. Everyone was very euphoric, they needed a party, and everyone was heading to where it'd occur, not wanting the adrenaline to ooze out from their bodies. Kevin's adrenaline, however, hadn't even a trace.

"Kevin, stay at least a little. It's also your victory. I swear that when you want, I'll come home with you." Nazz pouted for Kevin when he said he would rather go home.

"I would anyway, even saying I don't wanna, but how can I deny something when you give me this face?" Kevin laughed and wrapped an arm around the shoulder of his friend.

Once they arrived, Kevin lost Nazz and the others out of sight, and it was useless to try to find them, it seemed that everyone who were in the stadium were there.

The party was like Kevin was expecting it to be. Everyone was very drunk, they danced as if their lives would eventually stop. Some has broken a few vases, paintings and even a window. In every corner of the house someone was making out, and certainly wouldn't remember who was it in the next morning. Even Troy was with that once mentioned Hailey - that might be Hanna-, Kevin didn't know that his friend could hold that much his breath, Kevin couldn't stop laughing.

It was eleven when Kevin decided that it really wasn't helping he to celebrate, even if he like to drink he didn't put a single drop of alcohol in his mouth. As he was leaving he saw Edd talking to Derek, sitting on a bench on the porch. Kevin wanted to pretend he hadn't seen them, but couldn't avoid when Edd called.

"Greetings Kevin, what a splendid game it was today. I was just talking to Derek how you two are good partners."

Kevin smiled crookedly. "Well, thanks Edd. And it's easy to adapt to Derek, hope to do more games like today." Kevin raised his hand and waved to them.

"Already leavin' Kevin? I thought you'd be the last to leave." Derek said with a smile.

Kevin saw Derek's hand was on Edd's waist. He took a deep breath trying to ease the discomfort that was rising again from his guts. "I'm just not feelin' too good about partying." Kevin was heading to his bike and pointed to his head. "Headache! We'll talk on Monday!" And left with a lopsided smile.

Edd looked at Derek. "Very strange." Derek just shrugged.

Arriving at the entrance of his house, Kevin removed the helmet and looked inquiringly at a strange car in front of it. All he wanted now was to be able to take a wonderful hot shower and wake up only on Monday, if possible. He dismounted his bike and made his way to the house.

Kevin's eyes widened when he entered.

His godfather, with whom he lived, was being pressed against the wall, held by the collar of his shirt, with a gun pointed at his neck. The guy who was holding was large, and was wearing some discrete black clothes. Beside he, leaning lazily on the wall, was a blond boy and younger than the one that was threatening his godfather. He was holding a baseball bat with studs on the tip.

When he realized Kevin's presence he just smirked and nudged his partner who also looked to where Kevin was.

He turned his attention to Kevin's godfather, and pressed the gun a little further in his throat. "Don't think we won't return. You still owe a lot to us! Chief won't be satisfied at all."

The threatened man grimaced and growled. "I know." He looked at Kevin with a look that was apologizing for something that Kevin didn't understand yet. "Later." He tuned to look to the man.

"Very well!" the older uttered the godfather and bumped on Kevin shoullders when he passed, giving him a sly smile. "Be careful child."

The youngest, that looked like a punk, finally got away from the wall and took on Kevin's chin, approaching him. "See you later."

Kevin withdrew abruptly from the punk's hands, causing him to laugh. Kevin watched as the boy got into the car and lose sight of it, when he finally closed the door slowly.

When he looked at his godfather, this was sitting in the same place with his knees raised and his face in his hands. He was shaking and sighing deeply. Kevin did not know what had happened. Actually he knew, his godfather had just been threatened, and he also, in a certain way. Kevin just didn't know how to act.

"Uncle, what... err... I mean… Are you okay?" Kevin touched his uncle' shoulder, who looked at him with watery eyes.

Kevin sat beside him.

"It's just a slight complication." He tried to smile.

It obvious wasn't just a slight complication, Kevin wasn't stupid. But he just snorted and put an arm around his uncle, who couldn't handle anymore and cried.

Kevin leaned his head against the wall.

Perfect.