Disclaimer: I do not own anything! I merely borrow the wonderful characters Chris and Gordie , ( other less worthy ones as well) , from the glorious film directed by Rob Reiner. A film that was based off the novella , The Body , written by the great Stephen King! He whose fame shall never fade from this earth!


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The next few weeks were like most things in life , equal parts good and bad , bitter mixed with sweet. Chris and Gordie didn't get to see each other as much as they would have liked to , school , homework , and horrible parents drove a wedge between them. Geordie's still didn't approve of his friendship with Chris , ( they were completely oblivious to the fact that the two were now more than friends), and Chris's dad was on a mean streak , a long one. But when they were together the comfort they got from each other more than made up for how crappy the rest of their lives were.

They usually met in Gordie's room , studying . Chris came and went through the window , the white terrace on the side of the house was his ladder , Gordie's parents would never allow " that Chambers kid" ,under their roof. What they had was beautiful and they needed it. One night in particular Chris needed it , love , comfort , security. It was late , must have been midnight or so. Gordie couldn't sleep , so he was starring out his window , as he did when sleep refused to see him , at the full moon sail through the deep waters of the autumn night. Suddenly something caught his eye , a figure on the lawn , walking towards the house , Chris. Without a thought he opened the window and called out in a hushed voice ,

" Chris , what are you doing here!" , he wasn't complaining , he was worried something was wrong , and his fears were justified.

Chris was hurt , he could see that clearly despite the distance and the shadows. Chris didn't answer , he just kept walking. He got to the terrace , his usual ladder , and hauled himself up , slowly , painfully. This scared the Hell out of Gordie. He'd often admired Chris's agility and strength when climbing the terrace to his room , the power of a gorilla and the grace of a cat. But this time he was not strong or agile , this climb was a struggle , a fight. He finally hoisted himself up and Gordie helped him through the window. Gordie reached for the light but his hand was stopped by Chris's grasp.

" Don't , someone might see." Chris whispered.

" Chris what happened?" Gordie said as he noticed an almost perfect ninety degree gash above his friends right eye.

He reached and traced the wound with his fingers , instinctively Chris pulled back from the contact.

" Could I , uh.. Sleep here tonight?" he asked.

" Of course.".

As Chris turned around to Gordie's bed Gordie noticed a slash on the back of his shirt. ,

" Chris , what is that?" he asked ,

Chris just looked ashamedly down at his shoes. Gordie lifted up the shirt and gasped a diagonal series of lacerations scored Chris's muscular back , they weren't deep but they sure had bled a lot.

" A broken beer bottle." Chris answered as Gordie took of his shirt to examine the cuts more closely.

Gordie went swiftly and silently to the bathroom where he got a washcloth and a basin of warm water . He returned to see Chris sitting on his bed. He washed Chris's back , at first the warm water made him wince a little but it soon began to soothe his wounds. Seeing the one he loved in so much pain infuriated Gordie ,

" That bastard!" he spat , referring to Chris's dad , whose mother was the town whore , so interestingly enough he was in fact a bastard in every sense of the word.

" You've got to go to the police or something!"

Chris turned to face him.

" Not tonight Gordie , please not tonight. Just … lay with me ."

He could see the pleading , the hurt on Chris's face so he obeyed. He pulled his own shirt over his head , carefully dried Chris's back with it , and flung it one the floor next to Chris's. he climbed into the bed going to the side against the wall. Chris slowly , carefully , laid down on his side with his scarred back to Gordie. With equal caution Gordie wrapped his arms around Chris from behind , pulling him into and embrace that ran the entire length of their bodies. They felt right , made for each other. He hugged Chris , hugged him tight. How good Gordies skinny , warm body felt against his took Chris's mind off all his pain. Chris soon fell asleep , maybe " fell" isn't the right word for it , safe in Gordie's arms sleep washed over him gradually , sweetly , like a warm tide on the golden sand. Gordie just laid there , feeling Chris's slow , even breaths , smelling his essence , he never thought he could love the smell of blood and cigarette smoke so much. He could keep letting Chris get hurt like this , he had to stop it some how. But there was next to nothing he could do , aside from getting out of Castle Rock. He laid , deep in webs of thought , How to get out of Castle Rock? , Both of them , and fast , ( he wasn't sure Chris could survive another mean streak). His thoughts were interrupted by the distant , eerie whistle of the one o'clock train roaring through the night. And he had his answer. He smiled and kissed the back of Chris's head , and went into his mid to devise.

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