A/N: The only reason this got done so quickly is because I had an idea, and a snow day to write. :)

Sorry about the spelling errors in all the chapters, I stink at proof reading.

Thank you for the nice reviews also; it's nice to know people read this.

Chris had me down, I was looking up at him and beyond his head were the trees, and little bits of the sky. "Wanted to what-" I began but I was cut off. Cut off by Chris Chambers' lips. His eyes were closed; his hair, which had grown a little longer, was hanging over me. My first reaction was shoving him off, I moved my hands to his shoulders and began to push, but Chris didn't budge. He grabbed my arms and moved them to my sides without stopping or opening his eyes.

There was no moving, just his pressed against mine. I closed my eyes as well because my vision was getting blurry. They were rough, and flat. Not waxy and too large like most of the girls that I had kissed. There was a feeling in my gut; it felt warm and a little queasy.

I felt his weight shift, his hands were on my wrists, I couldn't think straight, I just couldn't. There was my best friend whom was a boy kissing me. He pulled away. "Gordie?"

My brain told me that I should be really miffed off, I should open my eyes and beat him to a pulp, at least that what any other guy would do if they were me. I didn't open my eyes. "Yeah Chris?"
"Are you mad?" I squeezed my eyes tight; his weight was still on me, his hands on my wrists. "Gordie?"

"I'm thinking." My brow was furrowed.

"You can sock me in the jaw if you want, I wouldn't blame you." I opened my eyes and he was frowning at me.

"I'm not going to sock you." I tried to sit up. Chris stepped off of me still holding on my wrist until he was far enough to left go; he jumped back as I got up. He eyed me suspiciously. "What?" I barked.

"You're not gonna hit me?"

"No."

"Why not?" He asked following me as I walked a little farther down the path.

"Do you want me to?" I said whipping around he was and inch away from me.

"No, it's just…" He looked down and took a step back. Chris Chamber's would never back away from me, not even if I was pissed or upset he would always be there to pull me into his one armed hug. "I just needed to do it Gordie."

"Do what?" I said through clenched teeth. This was awkward; I don't know what was keeping me from punching him, or why I was so mad at myself for not being mad at Chris.

"Kiss you." He looked up at me, and continued before I could open my mouth, "It's just that I had this weird dream about you last night, after we had gotten back from the creek and we were talking about how if you drowned. Gordie you did drown and I was so scared. That's why I was at your house so early this morning. I had to make sure it wasn't real." I stood there listening to him. The look on his face was so displaced.

"Then here we are walking and I just got the urge to. Just like when you get all dress up to meet a girl and you have the urge to kiss her at the door when you pick her up but her dad would kill you and –"

"Chris."

"Yeah Gordie, I'm trying to – "

"Shut up." I shot him a look. He was going to keep babbling, Chris only talked excessively if something was bothering him. "I'm not mad at you, I'm not going to hit you." I turned and stalked off down the path. I didn't understand why I wasn't mad at him, or why my stomach felt the way it did when he kissed me, with his non-girl lips. I could hear his footsteps behind me.

"It didn't weird you out?"

"It weird-ed me out a lot." He was right beside me now looking down at me, stupid two inches. "Chris it was weird." His frown drooped more. "It wasn't like kissing Patty Jenkins."

"You kissed Patty!" Chris looked shocked, "You never told me that! You said you two just went out for a coke."

"Yeah, well she cornered me! Her huge lips attacked me." He started to laugh, and then he remembered the awkward situation at hand and stopped. "Attacked me like someone people I know." His eyes slid in Chris' direction.

"So I don't have huge lips?"

"No, and you don't wear a gallons of lipstick." Chris chuckled and put his arm around Gordie and pulled him into a hug. Gordie didn't mind that was the Chris he knew not the awkward one. We carried on quietly for a while.

"What did you think of it?" He asked stopping.

"I'm not sure." I wasn't, I was confused because that day before the walk in the woods there was the Chris Chambers that I knew, the one who would give punch me in the arm, or race me through the junkyard not kiss me on the lips and then ask me how I felt. "My stomach felt weird. I think we should head back." It must have been an hour since we had left, so we turned around and walked back.

Before we got too close to my house, Chris turned to me, "Was that a one time thing?"

"What do you think? Chris, it's strange if guys kiss."

"I'm not stupid, Gordie, I know, but…" He leaned down and did it again. Rough lips on mine and I didn't shove him back or sock him in the jaw like I should've like dad would want me too. I pulled away.

"Did your stomach feel weird that time?"

"Yeah."

"Like you're going to throw up."

"No, but if I did your mother would lick it up." We laughed. "It wasn't all that bad." I started toward my house again, Chris at my side.

I knew what had happened was wrong. I knew if my parents saw it their eyes would fall out of their heads. If Chris' dad saw he'd kill him and come to finish me off, because being a queer is wrong.

But with Chris it felt normal…kind of.