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Author's Note: I'm sorry this took me so long to put up. I've had some stressy crud going on, but at least I'm back to writing now. The next chapter is going to be a JimmyXTrent (or should I say TrentXJimmy) if that entices anyone. I'm not sure if this chapter is worth the wait or not, but I think it's alright.

EvilChick101: Thank you for the review. You are just a bundle of joy and a half! :3 I'm trying to make Gord a tiny tiny bit deeper than "ooo Aquaberry." Haha.

A Boy Named Troy

Chapter Eighteen

"Man, if we could have kids, they'd sure be ugly." Vance lightly thought to himself as he studied the profile of the guy strolling along besides him. Gord had a long thin nose, while the Greaser's honker was pretty damn wide. Both of them managed to pull their snouts off quite finely, in his opinion. No poor sucker could get away with both faults though. "I'd still do it. And not just cause it'd be funny to see what a greaser and a prep would make either."

They were leaving Old Vale on a Sunday afternoon. Loaded people that seemed to be everywhere gave Vance disgusted glares, but he didn't mind none. The only rich bitch he needed was his mockingbird; the rest just didn't matter.

Vance knew they were in the bright public and Gord had warned him that he wasn't gonna risk anymore dumb moves in front of people. The greaser could understand this, but what he failed to grasp was why the rich kid wasn't even looking at him. A little frown tugged at the corners of the brunette's lips and it sorta hurt Vance to watch it deepen.

"What's the word Mockingbird?"

"Hm?" was the only glum response he got.

"You're lookin' pretty down in the dumps."

"Oh," Gord just kept his face lowered down to the ground like a sad little pup. "It is nothing."

"C'mon now Gordy, I've known ya for how long now? It's never nothin'."

"Am I the only one who thinks what we just did was absolutely horrible?" Finally, the lost gaze made its way up to Vance for the first time since they started walking. His eyes were large, but, thankfully, they were dry. Vance could not think of anything that they had done wrong yet; their little date had only just started.

The greaser had arrived at the beach home earlier than he meant to. Gord had promised him that they could play a little in New Coventry, but only if Vance walked him there and back. Even though Vendrome was kicked out of the preppie group, he still put up with a lot of shit from the greasers. If only he had not played it straight for Lola.

Vance actually strolled up the shaky ramp and knocked right on the front door. He figured that he had not become an enemy in Jimmy's mind yet, and he could barely wait for the sweet taste of a certain boy to be on his lips. The door was open soon after his fist touched it, though it took him a little longer to see the person who answered it. He looked down and saw Troy staring up at him, holding the door open only a crack. The tiny blonde seemed to be glaring a bit, which he thought was sorta strange, but he ignored it. "Hey there." Troy just nodded. "Is Gord around?"

From inside he could he his Mockingbird's somewhat startled little voice call, "Vance?"

Apparently he was not alone though. "Hey man, come in." Jimmy invited. Quickly, the greaser scanned his tone for any signs of jealousy or bitterness. None were found, so he took the heavy door from the kid and let himself in. On the floor, the 'great' Hopkins was lying on his not-so-flat stomach and Gord was resting on his knees besides him. A square game board with colorful pieces was laid out before them. Troy quickly jumped back to his spot across from the couple and inspected the layout for any cheating. "We were just playing some Trouble. Wanna join in?" So the king would stand to play children's games, huh?

"Uh, no that's okay." He glanced at all four of Gord's plastic thimbles that were in his safety zone. "It looks like you guys are almost done anyways."

"Hey!" Jimmy barked. It was meant to be playful, but Vance still jumped. "It ain't over 'til it's over." That was something that the person in last place could be expected to say.

"I just came over to pick up Gord; we were gonna go hang out 'round New Coventry, if that's okay."

Jimmy shrugged, "It's not like this is a prison." Troy raised an eyebrow. Was the little brat more suspicious than Jimmy himself? There was a loud popping sound as Hopkins pushed down a plastic dome in order to roll the dice.

"I am going to go get dressed." Gord announced before taking off into a back room. There must have been a bathroom since a sink could be heard running within moments. He prayed that the ex-prep would hurry, despite having the knowledge of just how long it usually took his sweet little ass to get ready.

"How're things for the Greasers?" Jimmy asked as he counted spaces forward with a stubby finger.

"Pretty good, I guess."

"Cool. The jocks started acting out recently, so it's been hard for me to check out the other cliques." Vance nodded. After one of the nerds put the moves on a cheerleader, the sport heads wanted to retaliate. He heard around that Jimmy was handling the situation smoothly. "How's Zoë? She and Hank still going out?" There was no way that the great king could have not seen the two macking somewhere.

"Yeah."

"Good for them." It did not come out nearly as sour as Vance would have thought.

Nothing much else was said. Troy managed to beat Jimmy at their game, so they started a new one. Gord finally came back out, newly dressed in a pair of light jeans and a pretty yellow sweater with a white collar and cuffs. "I think we shall be leaving."

"Well have fun doing whatever the hell you two do." Jimmy rose to his feet. He placed one of his dirty, sweaty, fat hands on Gord's hip, using it to pull the natural brunette close to him. Vance watched in horror as his blushing friend shared a very passionate movie-like departure kiss with his boyfriend. It lasted far too long, making the greaser ball up his fists and look away in disgust.

"Geeze, you two gotta do that in front of the kid?" Vance felt that he had to put a stop to the defiling of his Mockingbird or he might blow chunks all over their merry little shit hole. They pulled away, both looking pretty embarrassed. Jimmy was wearing a pissed expression too.

Very matter-of-factly, Troy piped up, "I don't got a problem with it. It's not like they're doing it in front of me."

"I will meet you outside, Vance." Gord ordered and the greaser complied happily. Since when did Hopkins even touch his supposed boyfriend in front of people?

Before Vance completely shut the door behind himself as he faced the chilly weather, he heard Gord apologize and Jimmy answer, "Nah, don't worry about it. I'm just happy that you made a good friend like the greaseball."

"Are you upset 'bout that whole me interrupting your mack session thing?" Vance finally asked, not being able to remember anything else. His question caused the ex-preppie's eyes to narrow down into a glare.

"It was an innocent goodbye kiss, and no, that is not why I am in distress."

"What's wrong with you then?" This made Gord return to just staring sadly at the ground until they crossed into New Coventry territory.

"Mockingbird, you can tell me what's bothering you." The greaser dared to speak up again once they stood outside the room his clique once owned, until Jimmy came 'round. The kid never locked up the doors though, and he thought it would be nicer to bring his date here, rather than risk being watched the whole time by his friends in the tenements.

"Never mind, it is just silly." The brunette began to walk up the concrete steps that led up to the room, but Vance grabbed his slender wrist.

"C'mon, you trust me don't you?" Gord slowly turned to face him, allowing Vance to stroke his soft cheek with calloused hands.

"He trusts me, doesn't he?" Gord managed to say before becoming choked up. The guy tried his best to hide his tears, but it still made Vance feel a little uncomfortable. Boys shouldn't cry from emotional junk, that's what he always thought.

"What're you talkin' about?"

"Jimmy. He has a lot of faith in me. There is not a single worry in his mind that I would ever betray him like this, yet here I am, taking advantage of the trust that poor man has."

Vance figured that Jimmy simply didn't care about what Gord was up to, but he didn't dare say this. All he did was wrap his arms around Gord's thin shoulders and whisper, "You're too good of a person." He waited until he felt the other boy's hands touch his own back before tightening the embrace. A motion such as that always seemed to rile up some kind of passion in Gord. The thought of whether or not Jimmy knew that crossed Vance's mind, but he had to shove it away quickly, because the rich kid was soon leading him up the steps.

`~***~`

Vance was pretty damn proud of how far they had gotten before Gord stopped them like he usually did. They were both virgins, but only the greaser seemed willing to let go of that fact. While Gord was taking a shower in the bathroom downstairs, Vance pulled open the blinds as far as they would go. He was not afraid to let the whole world see him in nothin' but his old yellow boxers, which matched his secret partner's sweater (he noted this out loud when they had been rolling around on a crappy mattress on the floor). Yup, he felt a certain animalistic sense of pride as he stared out into the nearly empty street.

That is, he felt satisfied and pleased until he recognized a face outside in the cold. Big ol' Johnny V stared back at him, reminding Vance that he had told his leader where and what he would be doing. The older guy had a smug look on his mug, making the smaller greaser dash around for his pants and pull them up in dance-like moves. Johnny laughed a laugh that was silent to Vance, yet still managed to get its chilling message across. He held up a silver box that was known to the smaller greaser. Words from an earlier conversation flashed through his mind.

"Your lil' plan worked Johnny! Gord can't get enough of me now!"

"Great, great… but you know we still haven't got it finished yet."

"What? What the heck else could we do?"

The same silver object was shown to Vance. "We gotta make sure that Gordo loves you more than anybody."

Vance felt guilt brutally stabbing at his stomach as soon as Gord came back up again. He had what he wanted, so why would he need to go an' make his Mockingbird all sad and stuff.

The rich kid had left his jeans and shirt upstairs in his dash to get clean again. He blushed at the open view people might have of him and told the greaser to close the shades. Vance made sure that he was positioned in a way that he blocked out the suspicious leader. He thought about what he should do as Gord stepped into his pants.

"Hey Mockingbird," he started before the prep could grab his shirt. "You love me, don't ya?"

Gord smiled slyly. "What is this now?" He made his way up to the greaser, making Vance nervous. Geeze, that shower must have really calmed him down.

"Do you love me?"

"Do you love me?" Gord tossed the question back, now only a few inches away. In a move that might have been less sloppy with some practice, Vance took his friend's hands in his own and sorta spun them around so that Gord's back was now facing the window.

"Yeah, I do."

This made the prep smile. "I love you too then." The heat drunken ex-prep leaned in to run the tip of his tongue down the length of the greaser's neck.

With a shiver, Vance further questioned, "Who do ya love more?"

Gord paused. "What?"

"Do you love Jimmy more than me?"

Slightly paled, Gord straightened and back up a little. The shocked look on his face was enough to shatter the greaser's heart. "Of course I love Jim more; he's my boyfriend. I am very sorry if you thought we were more than just friends, but I'm taken." He tried to put even more space in between them, but was stopped with the hands that still grasped his own. "If it counts for anything, you are my very special, very handsome friend, and I will always love you as one." The brunette tugged his hands away. "Maybe this is a mistake for us to do. I would never want to hurt you."

Vance glanced over Gord's shoulder at Johnny. "No." he said dully, before pulling on a fake smile and enthusiasm. "No! I know that we're jus messin' around. Nothin' serious, just the way I like it." Gord seemed to relax a little. "Now come back over here." Vance ordered without a single trace of guilt.

…gotta make sure Gordo loves you more than anybody.