A/N: I love you reviewers. It makes it seem like a cause! :D So I whipped this up fast because idea have just been spouting out like crazy. I'm already starting on the next chapter, isn't that exciting?

School snuck up on us. Soon we were sitting in desks next to each other for our last year of high school. It was so difficult to just sit there, to just walk through the halls and eat lunch. We couldn't hold hands, or kiss. The only acceptable contact was pushing, shoving, and Chris' one-armed hugs. It was hard not to just shove him against the lockers. That wouldn't be acceptable in the slightest. People would shout "Queer!" or "Fags."

We'd have to wait until the end of the day. I had to watch girls try and flirt with him. Sending him smiles and winks, asking to borrow his notes. Fuck them, those were my notes he copied.

Some nights he'd stay for dinner, we'd make small talk with my parents about school, how classes were going, what colleges we thought would be best. Then we'd rush up stairs to study.

Our studying lasted about ten minutes; we'd try to focus on history, or grammar. He'd copy my notes, finish up the math assignment in quick scribbles, and then our eyes would wonder over to one another, and grins would take over our mouths.

We weren't used to not touching all day, seeing as the last bit of our summer was taken up with a lot of physical contact, ever since that night after the picnic we weren't shy about it, there was no point to be.

It wasn't like we hadn't seen each other naked. Some nights we wouldn't get that far, some nights he would go home a sleep in his own bed, but most of the time we'd share mine, even if we did have to take time out to stop by his house to grab clothes, it was worth getting up a little earlier.

We'd lie there about to go to sleep, "Can you believe after this year were free?" He'd say into my shoulder, his arms around my waist.

"Not really, but it's exciting." My hair working it's way through his hair.

"After this we can leave Castle Rock behind us." His breath brushed my bare skin. I smiled, I didn't care where we were going to go, I just wanted to stay like that. Stay like that forever, to just understand each other, in more ways then either of us could name, but everything has to change at some point, even if I didn't want it to.

Some kid threw a back to school party. It was in some old warehouse on the outskirts of town. Some how someone managed to get his or her older siblings in on it. It was lit up with neon and Christmas lights and there was a lot of beer. Chris and I went, it was cold and faces were numb but alcohol would warm you up. Guys and girls would disappear together.

There was music and people were dancing and drinking. Girls came over giving both Chris and I eyes. They'd walk over to us and giggle. "Oh Chris that's so funny!" Or "Gordie I never knew you were in my English class!" They'd touch his arm or rub his shoulder and I'd take another drink.

I felt like throwing up, my stomach was tossing and turning. "He's lookin' a little green." Someone commented. My throat was feeling weird; I was clenching my jaw, breathing through my nose.

"Gordo, you okay?" His voice was in my ear; I was starting to double over. I wasn't cold anymore; it was so hot I could feel sweat on my skin. My vision was blurring, I shook my head looking at him.

Chris grabbed my arm and steered me around other drunken bodies leading me outside. I wanted to take my coat off, I was struggling with the sleeves, then a gag as we hit the night air, we moved away from the door. Another gag, and a heave and out it came. Acid was stinging my throat and mouth; he was patting my back, "Give me something to drink." I choked. I would've taken anything to calm the burning.

"You've had eno-"

I threw up some more. Kids outside were laughing at me, I could hear some girls making disgusted noises; I imagined them rolling their eyes. I wiped my mouth and straightened myself. I started to shrug out of my jacket, "Stop it, and keep it on." He pushed the cloth back onto my shoulders.

A girl that we were talking to earlier came over to us, "Is he okay?" She was looking at Chris. She tried to get him outside but he declined politely, I smiled at her, a drunken smile of course.

"I've got to take him home, make sure he gets there safe. He's stumbling." He took my arm and slung it over his shoulders and I leaned myself on him. We got away from the party faster then I thought. My head was still swimming.

"I'm sorry. I hate when girls smile at you." I muttered into his shoulder, he just rubbed my side. I stopped walking, "I'm serious Chris." He turned and looked at me.

"Come on Gordo." He reached for my hand. I refused to move. "Gordie, girls are going to do that. They smile at you, how do you think that makes me feel?" I think we were talking about more then smiles. It was suggestive looks from across the room, it was flirtatious comments, and he squeezed my hand. Then we took up our journey to my house in silence. Stopping every so often for me to heave some. My head was buzzing.

I woke up with crust on my eyes, my head pounding, but there he was holding me next to him, asleep. I nestled in closer to him, even if I felt like someone had bashed my head in with a baseball bat, I was happy. He opened his eyes, and smiled at me. "You survived."

I groaned. "I'm so sorry Chris, I didn't mean to drink so much I just couldn't help it."

"I know, just be happy that I was able to get you into the bathroom last night."

"I promise that won't happen again." I looked up at him. He touched my cheek. "I don't know what came over me." He smirked thumb rubbing my cheekbone.

"It's fine." He kissed me even after he knew my mouth would still taste like alcohol and vomit. I knew he loved me at that moment, but the feeling in my stomach wasn't so pleasant.