Finding Chance

Finding Chance 1-6

Hey there everyone I just wanted to revamp this story I will be taking over from here on out. Sebastain, Wyatt's brother, has asked me to finish this story for him so I am going to repost the first six chapters that Wyatt has written and then starting with chapter Seven that will be all me. Hopefully I can keep the story in the direction that he wanted it to go.

Richey

Finding Chance

Chapter One

Mitch's view point

I never had been popular during high school. I had no Idea what it was like to have any friends. I sat there day after day on he front steps of school hoping and praying that lunch would go by and no one would see me there sitting on the front steps of the school.

I looked down at my watch. It read 11:25, five minutes and lunch would be over and I could go inside get my things out of my locker and go to class. I couldn't wait. Class was the only place I felt safe during my high school years.

Normally I went to the library and spent all of my lunch time there with Mrs. Fretwell and here grandson Brad who seemed to always be in there visiting her, but not today. Mrs. Fretwell had some kind of meeting to go to at one of the other schools so she was not there.

The person that was there was Ms. Parker. She was young, not much older than some of the students. She had graduated a few years earlier and was the cheer captain for years. So of course seeing how the populars felt about me I didn't bother going in there because she used to be one of them and probably still was.

I lay there in the steps looking up at the baby blue sky watching the clouds go by. It was relaxing for the moment and was pretty much what I did all day during lunch each and every day.

I felt something hit me hard on my chest, then heard someone run over to me. I snapped out of my daze into the clouds and saw a large shadow looming over me. It wasn't until the person stepped right into my stomach and I gasp for air that I realized who it was.

It was Bryce Nelms. He was the quarter back for the football team and by far the most popular guy in school. All the other guys obediently followed him and did as he said and all of the girls thought that he was just so hot.

Me however, I hated this guy. There really weren't that many people that I hated. It took a lot to hate someone and this guy had done it for me. He hated me very badly and had done so since I was in te seventh grade and he was in eighth grade. Here we were a year later and nothing had changed.

I saw him look down at my and glare at me. I looked back at him and returned the same cold icy glare. I was just so sick of this guy and was no longer going to take this shit from him. I was sick of it and I just felt a surge of energy flow through my body,

"Leave my the hell alone you douche bag," I muttered under my breath.

By this time Bryce had retrieved the ball and was holding it in his hand.

"What did you say to me faggot?" Bryce asked in a harsh tone.

Every since seventh grade had started he had started calling me that. He was convinced that I was gay, and well I was not. He said that in the locker rooms during PE that I had been looking at him and stroking my cock in the showers.

That was a lie. I had never done any such of a thing.

He even took the liberty of spreading it all around school not only that I was in the shower jacking off to him, but that I reached over tried to grab his cock and jack him off too. For months no one would bother talking to me and when they would talk to me it would be something along the lines of "Fag" "Cock Sucker" "Butt monkey"

The bell rang signaling that lunch was over. I stood up and began to walk down the steps. Bryce grabbed me by the shirt and threw me to the ground in the corner on the other side of the steps where the new addition of the building met with the old.

He kicked me in the stomach.

No one can see me over here I thought in my head.

The door had been closed for the past few weeks because they were remodeling that side of the hallway and didn't want anyone coming in and out of it getting in their way.

"I'm going to teach you not to talk back to me cock sucker and show you who is on the top of the totem pole here at this school." He said as he got on his knees and punched me in the face.

This hurt. I could hear it break as his fist struck my face. The sound of my jaw bone shattering was horrendous.

I cried out in pain.

Bryce may have been in the ninth grade but he was much bigger than the rest of them. He had probably been working out since he was eight. He was much taller than all the other ninth graders and stood about five foot eleven. His feet were huge probably a size twelve or thirteen. His arms looked like he had melons tucked under his shirt where his biceps should be.

I honestly don't see why all of the girls thought he was hot. He looked like a cartoon character with his square jaw and broad shoulders.

I felt the next blow go to my mouth. Blood started pouring out all over my face and running down my cheeks.

"I'm tired of your faggity ass always checking me out every time I walk by you," Bryce shouted as I saw his size 12 shoe coming at my nose.

That hurt so bad. All I could hear was the sound of his shoe hitting the bridge of my nose and then the sound of my nose breaking. Then I saw more blood rushing out of my face and running down onto the ground below me.

Bryce looked down at me as he brushed a strand of his red hair out of his face. His face was red with anger as he looked down at me.

I lay there helpless knowing that if I didn't muster up enough strength to get up off that ground that he would probably end up killing me.

Everyone had gone to class by now, the second bell had rang and class had started for that period.

I put my hands on the ground and began to push myself up off the ground. I stood up and pain radiated through my body. I lunged at him. I was not going down with out a fight. My strength was no match for his. I should have known this but I was sick of his crap day in and day out.

He stood back and looked me over, looking at his art work he had created on my once ashen face which was now covered in blood.

Bryce got this extremely sinister look on his face, stepped back and looked me over. I didn't see it coming, until I felt it. He raised his foot up and brought it down hard against my knee. I could feel my entire leg bend forward, far more forward than anyone's leg should bend.

He grabbed my by my hair and began to bang my head on the dirt ground below. A few more inches to the left and my head would have been banged on the cement sidewalk and I would have been a goner for sure. No doubt about it.

Bryce stood up and began angrily beating me in the stomach. I gasp for breath every time one of his blows landed on me. I was taking slow shallow breaths now because it was so hard for me to breath. At this point I could feel my eyes getting ready. They were probably going to close and I was never going to wake up.

"I'll give you something you like faggot before I finish you off," Bryce shouted.

I looked up and saw his had moving towards his zipper. He reached in and I saw what he was going to do. He pulled his cock out, squatted over me and touched it to my lips.

All I could think was damn, you'd think the way this guy carries himself around that he would be bigger than that down there. I had him beat by several inches.

I could feel his cock getting harder and harder as it touched my lips. Maybe he was the one that was gay and was scared so he always picked on me. Why else would he be getting so hard from having his penis touched by another guy's lips.

"Suck it! Open your mouth and take it like the fag you are!"

I kept my lips sealed tightly. I don't want that thing anywhere near me.

"Please no," I pleaded between gasp for air.

This is when he saw the resistance and saw that I was not going to obey him. He reached into his pocket and pulled something out. I could see the blade of the silver blade glimmer in the warm Spring sun as he flipped the knife open.

He held the knife to my throat and his green eyes looked deep into my brown eyes. I could see all the rage that was built up inside of him.

What could cause someone to have so much hatred built up inside, I wondered in my head.

"Suck my cock before I slit your little faggot throat!" He demanded as he softly slid the knife blade against my throat.

After the beating I had received I knew this was no guy to be messed with. I obediently opened my mouth. The tears began to flow down my face. They burned so bad as they mixed with the wounds on my face.

I felt it as he shoved his cock deep into my mouth. It hurt so bad as I felt it rammed down my throat. The tears were getting heavier. I closed my eyes and imagined myself somewhere and let him do his business in my mouth and sat there on me.

I don't think I could have even gotten up from the ground even if he wasn't on top of me. My body was in so much pain. I just wanted to lay there and die.

I opened my eyes to look around once more before I went to rest. The last thing I remember is a two by four making impact on the back of Bryce's head. He fell forward onto me and I closed my eyes once more.

Chance's viewpoint:

I knew something was wrong when Mitch my lab partner for that days lab didn't show up in class. This dude was never late for class. He was always the first person in class. He really wasn't as smart as everyone thought he was. He was an average A and B student who looked extremely intelligent and was extremely shy. He spent his lunches alone sitting on the steps of the school.

As a matter of fact that was the last place that I had seen him was sitting there, well lying actually looking up at the sky. Probably wishing that he was some place other than here.

I just had this feeling that something was wrong. We had always worked together as lab partners since the beginning of the year. He was so shy that he hated asking someone to be his lab partner and was scared of the word no. So I had told him that we could be lab partners for the rest of the year if he wanted.

His face had gleamed with joy as he said that. I had never once seen him smile and we had been going to school since kindergarten. We were never had any of the same teachers in elementary school, never had any classes together until this year. We had eighth grade science and eight grade math together.

When I asked him about his family one day in class, he kinda strayed from the subject not wanting to talk about his family. Almost as if he were hiding something about them.

One of the windows to the biology lab looked straight across the campus to the steps where Mitch always sat at. I kept looking over thinking I would see him. No such luck.

"Mr. Stevens since Mr. Mitchium is not here today you can join one of the other groups or you can get started and you all can finish up when he gets back. By the way does anyone know if he went home. I could have sworn that I saw him in the cafeteria at lunch time which was a few minutes ago." Mrs. Hines looked around the room waiting for an answer on if anyone knew Mitch's whereabouts.

I just stared straight ahead looking at the board as if I were in a daze.

"So which one is it going to be Mr. Stevens start the project on your own or start working with someone else?" She asked me one more.

"I guess I will-" I cut off in mid sentence. I had seen something out of the corner of my eye out the window. I turned around looked out the window. "Oh my God!"

I jumped out of my seat and raced over to the door opened it and ran down the hallway. I didn't stop for nothing. I ran straight into the doors pushing them open with my body. I didn't stop running until I got over to the steps where I had been looking.

I had gotten a glimpse of Bryce and saw him down on the ground and saw Mitch's shoes. No one else in the school had shoes like that. They were a pair of black shoes that you could get at Wal-Mart for around ten dollars.

I stood there and saw it. I saw Mitch's lifeless body lay there. The ground around him was smeared with blood. His clothes were torn and stained with the dirt off the ground.

All I could see was Bryce moving his cock in and out of Mitch's mouth. How could he do this to him. How could he do this to another human being.

I looked around. I had to stop him. I couldn't let him do this. I saw a two by four laying on the ground that was in a neatly stacked pile that they were using in the hallway. I picked one up and walked over to Bryce. I hit him in the back of the head so hard with the two by four that my hands hurt from it. He fell forward and landed on Mitch's lifeless body.

By this time I saw Mrs. Hines rubbing across the courtyard from the building her classroom was in and towards us. I could not believe this lady could run like this she was close to sixty and had been at that school for only God knows how long. To top that off she was wearing a shirt and heals it was quite the site to see her running over to us.

"What happened" she asked as she saw the two bodies on the ground.

"I saw them- I saw him- out the window. He was on him hurting him." I cried out trying to hold back the tears.

What was wrong with me, I wondered. I never cried but I felt like I was going to and it was over someone that I barely knew.

Mrs. Hines walked over to the two boys. With her foot, she rolled Bryce's unconscious body off of Mitch.

By this time several classmates had come out to see what was going on. They all had shocked looks on their faces when they saw the two guys lying there. Someone that most of them never talked to unless they wanted something and someone that most of them worshiped.

Mrs. Hines knelt over and felt of his neck and felt of his pulse. "Some one call 911 and someone go get Mrs. Mayberry!" She yelled out.

I saw one of the students Heather run towards the principal's office. I saw my friend David pull a cell phone out of his pocket and call 911.

It didn't take long for Mrs. Mayberry and Heather to come back from the building with her office. They both came running over frantically.

Mrs. Mayberry looked down at Mitch and saw his blood stained clothes. She then looked at the students.

"Everyone back to the classroom please." She commanded.

No one moved they all stood there looking at what was going on. I was knelt down on the ground and had my hand on Mitch's shoulder. I don't know what had come over me. I had no idea why I was acting like this. I could feel my stomach turning in knots and feel the need to vomit.

"I said everyone go back to class now," she demanded in a harsher tone.

This time they all obediently followed her orders and turned around and headed towards the math and science building where the classroom they had all come from was at.

I looked over and saw that the asshole Bryce was starting to come to. He raised up and looked at me and then looked at Mitch.

All he said was. "I should have killed him."

That was it for me. I let go of Mitch's shoulder and walked over to Bryce who was sitting up on the opposite side of me.

I looked down at Bryce. "What did you say asswipe?"

Bryce looked at me with a little smirk on his face. "I should have finished him off. I was going to they you had to come to the rescue."

I reached looked down at Bryce. Before I knew what I was doing my fist smashed right into Bryce's left eye. He was caught off guard by my punch. He slowly stood up and was very pissed off. I doubt anyone had ever punched him.

Bryce was a few inches taller than me. I was five foot seven not a whole lot shorter than he was. I worked out somewhat. My arms were still kinda small and my one hundred and thirty pound body was no match for him.

I could feel the rage build up in me. I could feel the hatred for what this guy had done build up in me. You see Bryce and had been somewhat friends. We both played on the same football team and had to get along. I had even gone to a New Years party he had that year. We had hung out a couple of times.

I reached down and retrieved the two by four from where I had thrown it on the ground. I picked it up and held it up high.

"You come any closer and swear I will bash your brains in. I hate you. You are sick"

He kept walking closer and closer. I wanted him to know that I was serious so I swung the two by four at him. This time it hit his face.

He grabbed his nose, pulled his had back and looked at it. It was covered in blood. "You broke my nose!"

By this time, the paramedics came running around the corner pushing a stretcher. They were followed by a couple of cops.

The cops didn't see me his Bryce thank God. All they saw was him lung at me. I fell to the ground with him on top of me.

The two cops came running over and immediately grabbed him off me and threw him to the ground. They hand cuffed him and lifted him up from the ground.

I sat there in the room with Mitch and watch him. He was still out of it. He had been unconscious for almost a week now and still had not awoken. No one had been able to get in tough with his mom. No one knew the whereabouts of his dad who had disappeared years earlier with his three brothers leaving him and his mom and sister to fend for themselves.

I didn't know a whole lot about his family because we never hung out outside of school and he never liked talking about his family. He would always change the subject when it was brought up. My own sister had been a few grades ahead of his and said his sister got pregnant he sophomore year and my sisters senior year, went to have the baby and never came back to school.

I still couldn't get over the fact that his mom hadn't even come to check on her son and he had been there for weeks. Just lying there on those breathing machines and heart monitors.

Other than Mrs. Hines and Mrs. Mayberry no one had been to visit him the whole week he was there.

I still remember when he first came to his room from recovery, I was there waiting. They wheeled him in on a stretcher and hoisted him into the bed. The nurse came in right after that and started talking to me.

"Are you his brother?" She had asked me.

"No. He's my friend," I had replied. "Is he going to be ok? He has been staying with me and my mom because his mom has been out of town on business."

I of course had just lied. No one had been able to get in touch with his mother. She had been called never returned the calls. They had even gone by there and she was never there and the house was a mess.

I just knew that if I said no one could get in touch with his mom that they by law had to call DHS and report it to them. I didn't want that. I didn't want it for anyone.

"Well when she arrives then let me know please," the nurse said as she turned around and headed towards the door.

"Is he going to be alright?" I asked with a concerned look on my face.

"He just had surgery to repair the hole in his lung from his ribs. He has a broken patella, fluid surrounding his brain, four broken ribs, a broken nose and jaw bone." The nurse got a real genuine look of concern on her face. "Just keep him in your prayers. Talk to him and let him know that someone is in the room with him. He can still hear you."

"Ok," I told her.

I pulled my chair closer to his bed and grabbed his had. I bowed my head and began to say what was on my heart.

"Dear heavenly father, I don't even know Mitch that well. I do know that he is my friend and I don't want to lose him before I really get to know him. Please give him the strength and the will he needs to make it through this. Amen."

I felt his had squeeze mine as I let go. This was a good sign that he had a chance to live.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was six thirty. My mom usually got off work a little after six and it was about a twenty minute drive home. I knew she had to be worried because I was always home before her and had dinner started.

It was just the two of us since my sister moved away to college. My dad had died when I was four so I never really got to know him. He was a police officer and was shot in the line of duty. I remember parts of him but I was so young it was so fuzzy.

I picked the phone up from next to Mitch's bed. I dialed my mom's cell number. It rang three times before she answered.

"Hello."

"Mom?"

"Where are you Chance? Are you ok?"

I could tell that she was getting frantic. She had caller ID on her cell phone and knew that I was calling her from the hospital.

"I am fine mom. I am at the hospital with my friend Mitch. He was hurt really badly today at school and no one is here with him. I just wanted to let you know where I was at. I am going to stay a little while longer if that's ok.

She said it was and I hung up the phone.

My mom and I were pretty close. We talked about pretty much everything. It had been just her and I for the past year. We weren't rich but we weren't poor either. My mom had worked for a local retail chain called Fawkes which was a department store for years. She had started out as a part time cashier and was now the store manager.

I closed my eyes and the events of the day began to run together in my head as I dozed off.

Back to the present...

I sat there on the edge of the bed looking at Mitch. His face wasn't as badly bruised as it was when he first came in. He still just lay there on his back eyes shut.

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. I could feel him try to squeeze mine back. I looked up and saw his eye lids moving trying to open.

I began to grow very excited.

Is he finally going to wake up, I thought.

I could see part of his brown pupil as his right eye slowly opened. He worked to get the left eye open it was still very swollen.

He looked around the room. "Where am I?" He looked up at me.

"I'm so glad you are awake."

I didn't know what cam over me. I had never done anything like this before. I just over and kissed him on the lips. I pulled back. He looked up with me with his big brown eyes.

Mitch's point of view

I had no idea where I was at. It felt like I had no control over anything. I could hear the voices, hear them talking about me and to me. I just couldn't talk back no matter how I tried.

One of them I had never heard before. She was talking about fractures and a bunch of other stuff that I had no idea what it meant. The three others I recognized. One was a male voice and it seemed to be there everyday at the same time. He would stay there the longest. The other two I would hear for a few minutes and then they would leave.

It took me some time to realize who the voices belonged to. The two female voices were those of my principal Mrs. Mayberry and by science teacher Mrs. Hines. The male voice sounded a lot like my lab partner from school.

What is he doing here in my bedroom, I thought over and over to myself. Why can't I wake up and talk back. What is wrong with me?

I felt like I lay there for years before I slowly felt like I was in control of my body again. I could feel someone sitting next to me on my bed and holding my hand. I could feel my had being squeezed. I tried with all I had and slowly squeezed the hand back.

I slowly could feel the muscle in my right eye open. I opened it and then closed it back. Everything was so bright around me. Where was I? I opened my left eye and closed it back. I slowly opened both my eyes and looked around the room. I saw Chance my lab partner from school looking down at me.

"Where am I? I hurt so bad last thing I remember the bell rang for lunch and everything is so fuzzy after that."

"I'm so glad you are awake," Chance told me.

He caught me by surprise. Before I knew it he leaned over from where he was sitting next to me and brought his lips against mine. It felt so good.

I had never been kissed by anyone before. I could feel my body tingling. It felt good even with the bad pain that I felt at the same time.

Chance stared down at me for a couple seconds, and then got up and ran out of the room.

Chapter Two

Mitch's viewpoint...

After Chance had kissed me and ran out of the room, I didn't know what to think. I had been lying here in this bed for who knows how long and the first person I see when I wake up kisses me and runs out of the room. I just didn't know what to think.

I had never kissed anyone. Especially another guy. It was all too much for me. I just didn't know what to think. I had thoroughly enjoyed the kiss. It made me all tingly inside.

I needed to find out what happened and why I was stuck in this stupid hospital bed and why I hurt so bad. I reached over and pressed the button on the side of my bed that had a picture of a nurse on it.

About a minute later a nurse came.

She was very young looking. Short spiky, light brown hair and had on a blue scrub pants and a cookie monster scrub on. She looked at me with a big smile on her face.

"You're awake." She commented as she continued smiling at me. "I'm Liz and I have been your nurse for the past week."

"The past week!" I exclaimed. "What happened to me? I remember the bell for lunch ring and I don't remember anything after that."

"You were attacked sweetie. Some guy beat you up pretty badly and sexually assaulted you. If it wouldn't have been for your friend Chance you would be dead. He found you and got your attacker off of you. He has come by here every day after school and sat with you until he fell asleep."

"Why would anyone do that for me?"

"Sounds like a true friend if you ask me," she said. "I will let the doctor know that you are conscious and see what kind of orders he has for you. In the mean time try to relax you still have to heal."

"My body hurts all over. I feel like I was run over by a truck."

"You have a few broken ribs, a broken nose, jaw and leg. You are going to have to take it easy for awhile."

"Will you tell my friend Chance to come back in here if he is still here?" I asked the nurse.

"Sure." She replied as she turned around and walked out the door.

Chance's viewpoint.

I stood in the bathroom in front of the mirror splashing water on my face. My thoughts were racing a million miles an hour. The image of me kissing Mitch kept running through my head.

"Why did you just kiss that guy?" I kept asking myself. "You're not gay. You have a girlfriend that you love very much."

That was true. Ashley and I had been together since the beginning of that school year. We had kissed and it had enjoyed it. I was not gay.

"You just kissed him like he was your brother," I told myself.

I looked into the mirror. I looked pretty crappy. I splashed some more water on my face.

"What kind of person kisses their brother like that?" I told myself.

I was so confused. Why had I done? Why did I kiss him? This was going to ruin our friendship. I just felt so close to him and I didn't know why.

What did Mitch think about me kissing him? Did freak him out? Did I ruin our friendship?

I stood there staring in the mirror and decided that it was time to face it. I had to go back in there and explain what had happened.

I walked over to the bathroom door opened it and stepped out into the hallway. I saw his nurse Liz standing behind her computer cart typing something. I walked over there and stood for a moment before I said anything.

"Is he ok?" I finally asked.

"Yes." She replied. "He said that if I see you out here to tell you that he wanted to talk to you.

"Sure."

"Are you okay?" She asked me. "You seem a little upset like something is bothering you. And the way you ran out of that room. You have been coming to see him every free chance you get and I have gotten to know you a little and can tell something is wrong. You want to talk about it."

"I can't. I told her. I don't want anyone to know."

"I'm a very good listener and very understanding. Let me finish this up and I'll take a break and we can sit down and talk."

"Ok." I said seeing how she didn't give me a choice.

She clicked on a couple of boxes on the computer. I could see at the top of the page that it had Mitch's name. I couldn't see exactly what she was clicking on because of a glare. She finally finished and exited out of the program that she was in.

"Follow me." She said.

She led me down a hallway and into a room that said staff only. This was the break room not very well furnished a small microwave, a small refridge and a table in the middle with four chairs. It looked like it used to be a hospital room at one point.

She sat down at the table and I sat next to her.

"Did you know that I remember your sister from high school?" She said. "I graduated two years ago then got my associates in nursing. I can tell you are a lot different than your sister. You seem a lot more caring and accepting of people than your sister was. She made fun of me most of my senior year and her junior year."

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"She would call me all sorts of names. She was the only one that did it. I think I know why you are so upset and it has to do with your family. Doesn't it?"

I didn't say a word I sat there looking at my feet. I felt so bad at what my sister had done making fun of her.

I was the exact opposite. I don't make fun of anyone and try to treat everyone the way I would want to be treated. I get along with most everyone in my class.

I wouldn't exactly consider myself popular. I played on the football team and quit recently after Mitch's incident. I just hated how a lot of them thought they were better than everyone else and they were not.

"My family is kinda religious. Very Hippocratic. The bible says love one another and they judge everyone. My mom and sister that is."

"You care for Mitch more than normal friends do?" She asked looking straight at me.

"I don't know. He is so different from most of my friends. We have never hung out outside of class but I can have a real conversation with him unlike my other friends all we ever talk about is sports and video games. I was so scared that he was going to die before we ever got the chance to really be friends."

"It's ok to like him more than just a friend. That's why your sister would make fun of me because I am a lesbian and was out in high school. She made my life a living hell"

"I'm sorry." I apologized still looking down at the floor. "I am so confused. I don't know what to do.

"The only thing you can do Chance is follow your heart." She grabbed my hand and squeezed it. "Sometimes society is not going to be accepting of people like us that's what makes us even stronger and love even harder. Ginnifer's parents don't talk to her. She's twenty and they haven't spoke to her since she was seventeen. They threw her out." She looked at her watch. "I have to get back to work. Think about what I said and follow your heart."

I listened to what she said. I honestly didn't know what to do. I got up from the table and headed back to Mitch's room.

Mitch's viewpoint...

"Come in," I said responding to the knocking on the door.

The door opened and Chance came in. The ends of his dark brown hair were all wet and his face was red and drenched in sweat.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just had to get some air." He walked over to the chair next to my bed and sat down in it. "Have you heard from your mom at all?"

"Can I trust you?" I asked him.

I knew that Chance was someone I could trust. He had been coming to visit me regularly since I had been in the hospital.

"Yeah you can." He replied.

I noticed he was looking at the floor. I could tell something was bothering.

"I don't live with my mom. She left"

He raised his head up and looked at me. "Say what."

"My mom and sister left a few months ago and I have been living by myself in the house since they left. I've been managing to get by."

"They just left you?" He asked.

"Yeah. If I can just make it till I am able to get a workers permit and get a job then things will be fin for me."

"No you won't. You will come live with me and my mom."

I tried to raise up in bed, but couldn't because of all the pain that I was feeling in my body. "I can't impose like that I don't even know your mom."

"It'll be fine." He looked back down at the floor.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"I'm sorry." He said. "I don't want us to not be friends. I'm sorry for kissing you I just don't know what came over me.

"It's fine." I told him. "It happens. Lets just forget about it and move on."

FOUR YEARS LATER...

Mitch...

The past four years had flown by. A whole lot had changed about me. I had become much more out going and had made several new friends. I even traded my thick pair of glasses in for a pair of contacts.

I had grown a few inches I was five foot seven now and had packed on a few pounds and weighed in at 130. I had gotten my brown hair cut into a nice hip style and everyone seemed to like it.

I was in Anatomy and Physiology class and my mind kept drifting off thinking about things.

The first semester was nearing the half mark and we'd be graduating in about six months and everyone would go their separate ways and head off to college. Just the thought of this was eating me on the inside.

I had for the first time in my life felt safe and secure. I had friends and a family that loved me. I didn't want to have to start over.

"Mr. Mitchium, are you going to answer me or are you just gona sit there in lala land?" I heard Ms. Johnson ask.

My wondering mind came back to the present. "Huh?"

"I asked you if a mother has blue eyes and the dad has blue eyes what are the chances of the kid having blue eyes."

"That's a given, the kid will have blue eyes because it is a dominate trait and if both his parents have blue eyes then he will too."

"Are you sure?" She asked

Miss Johnson was a bitch. This was her first year and she was fresh out of college and had graduated from our high school four years earlier and was trying to be tough. She was rubbing some people the wrong way.

Mrs. Hines the old teacher was forced to retire after suffering a stroke during the summer. She was a great teacher and was willing to come in early and stay late to help you if you needed it.

The classroom didn't have desk but tables with two chairs at each one of them. I sat in the back of the classroom next to Chance.

He looked at me then with a big grin on his face and placed his leg on my thigh. He started slowly moving his had higher up my thigh. I started to feel warm all over. I could also fill the bulge in my pants getting bigger as he kept rubbing my thigh.

He stopped rubbing and looked at me. "Does that make you nervous?"

I gulped. "Um no. I trust you more than anyone."

"Sure you do?" He joked.

That was the weirdest feeling. I felt so warm inside and I didn't know why. I didn't know why my dick had erected when he touched my thigh. It felt good and I only remember feeling that good once and that was when I was in the hospital four years earlier and he kissed me.

The bell rang signaling that class was over. I was glad. I stood up holding my books down low so no one knew that my dick was rock hard.

"We are probably going to be changing up lab partners so everyone will get to work together!" Ms. Johnson said loudly as everyone started racing out of the room.

"Great. That's just effing great." I thought. "Chance and I had always been lab partners in every science class since the eight grade and now this bitch was going to change that all up.

I held that though and raced to the bathroom. I set my books down on the bathroom counter then walked over to the stalls and looked under them to make sure a I was in there alone. When I saw that I was, I walked over to the back stall opened the door and went in, sure to lock it behind me.

I pulled my red polo shirt off and hung it from the hook on the stall door. Then I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down to the floor. My hard member flung out. I turned around and stood toward the toilet with my dick in my hand.

It was still rock hard and I knew I had to take care of it to get the way that I was feeling out of my head.

I rubbed my thumb over the head of my cock which was already oozing precum. I started stroking it all the while the pictures of Chance coming into my head rubbing my leg while we were in class.

Right when I felt my cock throbbing in my hand from the stimulation and my balls began to pull up inside me and the cum starting to flow out of the opening of my head I heard the bathroom door open. It startled me and I stopped right as I was about to cum.

I hoped the person would use the bathroom and then leave so I could finish what I came in there to start.

"Mitch, you in here?"

It was Chance. He had followed me into the bathroom. I heard him walk toward the stall that I was in.

"I just wanted to tell you that I won't be home right after school today. I am going over to Ashley's today after school to spend a little time with her."

Ashley was his girlfriend they had started dating over the summer. One thing that I noticed about Chance was that he always had to have a girlfriend. He would get out of a relationship with one and then a few weeks later be with someone else.

He never was the one that broke up with them; it always seemed that they dumped him after a few months. I still didn't know why they dumped him. He was so sweet and one of the nicest people at school. Never making fun of anyone and getting along with everyone.

"Um ok." I muttered, trying to make my voice sound normal even though it was sounding all shaky like I had been outside running. "See ya then."

"You ok in there?" He asked me.

"Um yeah, my stomach just hurts from lunch." I lied.

"I'll be out in a minute." I told him.

I grabbed my cock and started stroking it again. I was on the edge of ecstasy. I felt the cum feel up inside me.

I let out a soft moan.

"You ok in there?" Chance asked as he slid his head under the stall to see what was going in there.

I didn't know that he was in there or how long he had been in there. I turned around just as I felt the first shot of cum shot out of my cock. It hit the door of the stall then ran down it and landed on Chance's forehead.

His facial expression changed, he clinched his teeth together raised up so fast that he hit his head on the bathroom stall. The entire bathroom stall shook because he hit his head so hard on it. He maneuvered back around and darted away from the stall.

Chance's viewpoint...

Why do we do some of the things that we do sometimes? Sometimes it seems like humans react without thinking. I had been doing a lot of this here lately.

After Mitch hurried out of class and to the bathroom, I decided to follow him. It was weird how he just rain out of there like that. We usually talk on our way to our lockers.

I stood outside of the door waiting for what seemed like forever. Finally after several minutes I opened the door and walked inside the bathroom.

"Mitch, you in here?"

I saw that all of the stall doors were closed with an exception of the very last one. I walked over to it.

"I just wanted to tell you that I am going to Ashley's after school so I won't be straight home."

"Uh huh. That's fine," he mumbled. "See ya then."

He quit talking then I heard a soft moan, followed by a long sigh.

I got on my knees by the stall door. "Are you ok in here?" I asked as I slid my head under the door.

I saw that he had his pants to the ground. His shirt was off and hanging on the stall door. He had his dick in his hands.

He turned around as I had startled him. I looked up at him and that's when it happened. The white goo squirted out of the head of his cock and hit the door. It ran down the door and landed on my forehead.

I jumped up to get out of the stall with him. My head slammed into the bottom of the door. I could feel the entire stall shake and feel the not began to form on the back of my head.

I ran over to the mirror and looked into it. My baby blue eyes looking back at me. The puddle of cum had almost matted in my dark brown hair and slowly running down the rest of my face. I turned on the water, grabbed a towel and began to wipe my face clean of his fluid.

I kept asking myself why I was not mad. He had just blew his load on my forehead. I had just seen my best friend in the bathroom stall jacking off. Maybe it was the fact that I had never jacked off myself. In seventeen years of life I had never done it. Never had a drop of that white goo come out of me.

I thought about seeing him there with his dick in his hands turning around and shooting his load all over me. I could feel my cock growing hard. I turned the water off and raced out of the bathroom.

Mitch's viewpoint...

I pulled my pants up, not bothering to wipe up any of my cum, grabbed my shirt and threw it on. I unlocked the door and pushed it open hoping that Chance was still out there. He wasn't I was alone in the bathroom by myself once again.

I walked over to myself in the mirror. If there would have been anyone in the bathroom with me, they would have been able to see the disappointment on my face.

"I love you Chance Stevens. I always have." I muttered aloud

Chapter Three

Mitch's viewpoint...

I lay there on Chance's bed watching him play his Madden football game for PS2. He sat there at the end of his bed intently playing his game, occasionally yelling at the game.

This had been our nightly routine for the past four years. We would wind down from school and the occasional after school job this way. He always sat in that exact spot playing the exact same video game and me laying there in the exact spot watching him play it.

We had been sharing this exact same room for the past four years. He had a twin bed set against the outside wall with the window on it and I having one setting on the other side of the room next to the bedroom door.

After yelling at the game a bit more, Chance decided it was time to give up and call it quit. He paused the game threw the controller down on the floor not even bothering to turn the game system off.

"I'm worn out." Chance said to me still keeping his eyes on the TV.

"Me too." I agreed trying to hold back a yawn.

He turned away from the television looking at me.

"What you say we head to bed. I got a long day ahead of me. Two tests one in English and one in Trig and I hate both those classes."

I looked up him and smiled. "Sounds like a plan buddy."

He hopped off the end of his bed and made his way over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of silk boxer shorts and a white t-shirt. He walked over to the foot of his bed where he had been sitting and laid the clothes down.

This had become my favorite part of the night over the past four years. Each night he would decide it was time for bed walk over to that dresser get out a pair of green, blue or red silk boxers and a white t-shirt and put them on.

I watched intently as he peeled his shirt off and threw it on the floor in a heap of clothes that had already started to collect on the floor there. He had fair colored skin, a nice flat stomach that almost looked like a six pack, but wasn't quite there yet. His chest had nice firm pecks even though he never worked.

Usually he put on his t-shirt then took the rest of his clothes off, but not tonight.

After he had gotten his shirt off he unzipped his pants and stepped out of them and tossed them into the pile. I could feel my blood began to boil from the show that he was giving me. We had seen each other several times before; after all we had spent the last four years sharing everything. This was different from those other times I just had this feeling inside. I loved every minute of it.

He then grabbed hold of the elastic waste band of his tighty whities that he always wore during the day, slithering his long toned legs out of them. He tossed them into the pile.

He turned around to get his clothes off the bed. I was staring right at his package as he turned around. He had seen it.

What was wrong with me?

Chance grinned at me. "What is it?"

"Nothing." I felt my face become hot and turning red.

"Did that feel as good as you made it seem earlier?" He asked me out of the blue.

"Did what feel good?"

"When you were in the bathroom at school playing with yourself."

That was one thing I loved about Chance. He was very modest. Even though he was much more outgoing than I was he was still very shy when it came to talking about sex.

"Just a little." I replied with a cheesy grin.

"Could have had me fooled."

He put the boxers back down on the bed and sat in the spot where he had been sitting at earlier.

"Can I tell you something and you promise not to laugh?"

"How long have you known me?" I asked. "You know you can tell me anything."

"I've never gotten off before." He said shyly.

"What!" I exclaimed.

I didn't really mean to be so shocked. I just thought that every teenage boy had at least tried it. I could see his face began to turn red in embarrassment.

"I played with myself just never you know did what you did earlier."

I scooted closer to him. My head was in front of his legs which were folded in towards him. I looked up at him.

His sexy blue eyes coyly looked down me as he was flushed with embarrassment.

"Did you not even get off when you had sex with your girlfriends?" I asked.

"We never did anything except kiss." He replied flushed with embarrassment.

I couldn't believe it. This was really the first time we had ever talked about sex. We talked about everything this was the one thing that we never really said much about.

"Oh." I said still shocked at the fact that he was still a virgin.

I could feel the blood rushing through my body and filling up the veins of my penis. It slowly got harder. I looked down and saw that it had set up a little tent in my pants. I immediately flipped over onto my stomach so Chance couldn't see what me lying there next to his naked body was doing to me.

I just kept staring at him hoping that he would uncross his legs. The one part of his body that I never got to see was folded between his legs and I wanted nothing more than to see it at that moment.

"I'll get you off if you want me to." I spouted off before I had realized what I said. I immediately placed my hand on my mouth regretting what he said.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea. I don't wana ruin our friendship."

"If it weren't for you helping me all those years ago then we wouldn't have a friendship. Just think of it as part of my payment for your helping me out so much. I want to make you feel as good as you have these past four years."

There I went again, still not believing what I had just said. I did it again speaking before I thought about it.

I was no longer thinking logically but thinking with my teenage hormones. I reached my hand over and grabbed his dick in my hand.

I know it startled him because he jumped at my touch.

I took my thumb and began to rub it around the head of his cock, which was slowly getting bigger and harder in my hand. This made him unfold his legs and lay flat on his back.

Chance...

I had never felt anything like that. There were all sorts of sensations running through my body.

I could feel his thumb running across the head of my dick making it throb in his hand. Right when I was at the point that my dick was so hard that it hurt he started rubbing his thumb over the opening of my head. I jumped from the sensation.

"You like that buddy?" Mitch asked.

I just nodded my head yes.

Mitch rubbed my dick head a little more and then stopped. I peeked out of the corner of my eye to see why. He was changing his position so that he was on his left side and his body was aligned with mine and he was looking straight at me.

He reached his hand back over and grabbed my dick again. This time he was stroking it in an up and now motion. It felt so good. My entire body was tingling from the sensation.

As Mitch's stroking got faster and faster I could feel his breath on my face. He was so close that I could feel his nose touching mine. I could feel his hard cock poking my leg through his jeans.

I could feel by dick began to swell up, my scrotum pulling in towards my body. I opened my mouth and let out a moan. When I did I could feel Mitch press his lips against mine and dart his tongue inside my mouth. He started jacking faster and I exploded. I felt one squirt shoot out onto my chest. Another hit my chin and the other two just rolled off by head and landed in my nice groomed pubic area.

Mitch's tongue was moving around inside my mouth. I returned the favor, rubbing my tongue against his. I had never felt something so good. I had kissed many girls but nothing was like this. Nothing sent explosions through my body like that.

He pulled away from me and looked at me, still rubbing my now very sensitive dick.

He moved down towards my cock. I could feel the warmth of his break on my cock as he took it in his mouth and began to suck the cum that was left on the head of it. I squirmed from the sensation.

When he got it all slurped up, he moved back up to my body and laid his head on my shoulder. He took it off and looked at me and quickly planted a kiss on my mouth. I returned it.

"I have been waiting four years to do this." He said with a big smile on his face. "I love you for everything you have ever done for me and I don't know if I can ever make it up to you and show you how much I mean it.

"Don't worry about it." I planted a kiss on his forehead.

Mitch's viewpoint...

I couldn't wait for the first two classes of the day to go by. I had English IV first hour and American History second hour, neither of which I with Chance. His schedule was pretty much the same as mine, just flipped around. He had American History then English IV then we both had Trig Third hour followed by fourth hour Anatomy and physiology then we were pretty much free for the day seeing how we were both seniors and only had to go half the day.

Finally the bell rang and second hour was over. I was relieve I don't think I could bare to listen about Shakespeare anymore. Mrs. Alby was a little old lady that always wore her hair in a bun and was very monotone and spoke very proper. This just made everyone in class and usually by the end everyone was tired.

When she had mentioned Romeo and Juliet I kept wondering and hoping that I would get to find my Romeo very soon, which was were I was headed.

I didn't really know how Chance felt; I just hope he felt the same way about me that I felt about him. After last night I was sure he did.

I lay awake all night thinking of what had happened between us, finally falling asleep at about four thirty or five. I was thinking to myself, about everything that had happened. I had been struggling with the fact for some time that maybe I liked guys. I never once had a girlfriend and didn't really care to look at them. Last night pretty much confirmed that for me. I had enjoyed my long passionate kiss with Chance, I loved the way that his hard cock felt in my hands and I was stroking it, and I definitely loved the sweet taste of his cum as I had tasted him.

I kept thinking maybe it was just Chance. Maybe he made me feel that way and I thought back to all the times over the last few years that I had gotten hard after seeing guys. I remember watching Hercules and how hard it made me seeing him without a shirt on. I remember when the new guy Kirkland moved here in the ninth grade and how I just couldn't keep my eyes off him. The best memory of them all was the time I woke up from being in a coma for a week and Chance kissed me.

I in fact was beginning to accept the fact that I was another gay teenage boy and had the hots for my best friend and knew, well at least hoped he felt the same way as me.

I heard the bell ring. I hadn't even realized that I had made it into my Trig class through all my day dreaming and there he sat sitting next me with that cute smile and sexy dimples.

I looked over at Chance with a big smile on my face.

"You ok." He whispered in fear of getting caught talking in class.

"Yeah."

"We need to talk."

"Really!" I exclaimed loudly, forgetting that I was in the middle of class.

This had to be a good sign that he had enjoyed what happened between us last night. I knew he had, but why was I doubting myself so much.

Mrs. Francis turned around from the board where she had been working out examples at and looked straight at me.

"Is there something you would like to share with the class Mr. Mitchium?"

"Um no ma'am."

"Ok then. If I hear another word from yourself or Mr. Stevens then you will both have after school detention. Do you both understand?"

"Yes ma'am." We replied in unison.

After that we remained quiet flying thought period four. We usually stay around for lunch but didn't that day due to the fact that Chance wanted to talk to me. We raced out to the parking lot and got into his car as soon as the bell rang.

We just sat there for a minute looking at each other.

"I broke up with Ashley." He blurted out.

"What?!"

"Well after last night I'd think you would be excited. I just feel something that I hadn't felt with anyone else." He said still staring over at me.

I looked at him intently. "What are you trying to say?"

He kept looking me and I looking at him.

"Well I- I um really care about you is what I'm trying to say and want to be with you and only you." He turned and looked out the window. "Do you remember our first kiss?"

"How could I forget it? You kissed me and ran out of the hospital room scared to death."

"I realized the that I loved you and didn't want anything to happen to you Mitchell Mark Mitchium."

I hated my name the way it sounded together. My mom was probably high when she had named me. That was all she ever did that and bring random guys home and I could hear them getting it on and eventually hear my sister join in. That was a memory of the past I hadn't seen from or heard from either one of them in over four years and didn't really care to either.

"Really?" I asked snapping out of my daze. "What took you so long?"

"I am still unsure of myself on whether or not I am gay, bi or what I just know I love you so much and want to be with you and only you."

"I love you too. I am just worried about what will happen if your mom finds out about us. She will surely through us both out and say she won't have any fags in her house. You heard how she bad mouths gay people. Did you hear her talking the other day about it saying how they didn't deserve equally right and deserved everything that they had coming to them in life and should probably all be sent to a little island to keep everyone else from being infected with their plague and well your sister isn't much better."

"We will deal with it when the time comes. We have less than a full year of school left and if we can just make it through it we will be fine. Don't worry your sexy little pants."

I let out a little chuckle from hearing him talk like that.

"As long as I have you then I know I will be fine. I love you so much Chance Matthew Stevens. This is the happiest day of my life."

I leaned over and kissed him on the lips.

"I love you too Mitchell Mark Mitchium." He replied through our kiss.

Chapter Four- The Outing

Mitch's viewpoint...

I woke up that morning at the exact same time as Chance, as soon as I felt him turn over and raise up in bed I woke up. He was looking right at me smiling.

"What are you doing in my bed?" I asked.

"You were having a nightmare." He replied. "I wanted to come comfort you. I just couldn't stand my baby having a nightmare.

I leaned over and kissed him. "I love you so much Chance. Promise me you will never leave me?"

He kissed me. "I promise. Yours forever and always."

"So what exactly are we? Are we boyfriends or friends with benefits?"

"Well-"He began. "You are a friend and it comes with benefits, but those benefits are way too great to be friend benefits and I don't wana share them."

"So what are you trying to say?" I asked him.

He raised up in bed a little. "Well on this Saturday October 16 at 11:15 AM I hereby declare us officially exclusive boyfriends." He let out a little chuckle then kissed me.

I lay there looking at him for a minute. I was just in awe that he was mine and mine alone. I had dreamed of this day for years. I knew at that moment that I loved him and never wanted to loose him.

"What do you want to do today?" He asked me. "How about our first official date?"

"Really?" My face gleamed all over when he said this.

"Really. Do you know what would be a great idea?" He looked at me.

"What's that?"

"We should go out on a double date with Hannah and Nick and we could tell them about us being together."

"Really?"

"I'm dead serious. I love you Mitchell Mark Mitchium and I want the world to know all about us." He looked at me and grinned. "Well of course with the exception of my mom and sister."

I kissed him. "It's a date then."

Without warning, our bedroom door flung open, and in came Chance's friend Jason.

"Wake up you shit heads!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.

I personally couldn't stand him. He wanted to be the center of attention and thought that everything had to be his way. He also thought that he was God's gift to all women everywhere.

He was tall and very lanky. Probably around 6'2" or so and we disgustingly under weight at 135. He looked like he hadn't slept in several days because of the black circles that were always around his eyes. His brown hair had blond frosted tips that were always spiked.

He slammed the door shut behind him and looked at us.

"Yall look cozy all lying in bed together. What'd you do have hot steamy butt sex?" He walked over to Chance's bed and sat down.

A person can only be that hopeful. I thought to myself.

In the past few days when Chance and I had found out how much we love each other and wanted to be together we had made out any chance we were alone, sucked each other off and given each other hand jobs.

I think we were both nervous about having sex, seeing how we were both virgins. The idea sounded good though.

"What you want Jason?" Chance asked.

"What you say you get your ass up, get dressed and we go down to the batting cages. We can pick us up some hunnies and stick it in them."

"Not today." Chance told Jason. "Already have plans."

"I'll just tag along then."

"Uh- how about no me and Chance are going out with Hannah and Nick. Not any room for you buddy. Sorry."

"I have a car." Jason said desperately. "I'll follow and then you and me can go to the batting cages and pick us up some hunnies."

"No." Chance told him in an agitated tone.

Chance and Jason had been friends since elementary school and well they were like total opposites. Jason was rude and ill mannered, spoiled rotten and horny as hell and talked about sex all the time.

I honestly think that Chance could care less if they were friends. It was his mom that kept inviting Jason over all the time. She said it would be a good positive role model seeing how he had a dad and neither one of us did. She had even given him a key believe it or not.

I don't think his mom knew the truth about Jason's dad. He was an unemployed fat lazy drunk. He sat around all day drinking beers and watching ESPN while Jason's mom went out and worked her butt off.

Jason got off Chance's bed, walked over to the television and turned it on. And of course what channel does he choose? ESPN who would have guessed. He went and plopped back down in Chance's bed and made himself at home.

"I'll follow you and then we can go to the cages." Jason said as he looked over at Chance.

"Dude I said no. Ok." Chance said even more agitated than before.

"What's your deal? You not wana go pick up some pussy with me or are you getting some cock from good ole Mitchie?" He glared over at me. "What's up with you? You dump your girl with no reasoning. She says that you didn't wana stick it to her. Ole Mitchie poo doing something for you that she couldn't."

He glared at me again.

I was pissed. I was beyond pissed actually. I could feel my face turning bright getting hot and was probably turning five shades of red.

No one had made fun of me in years. My life was good and I wasn't gona let this asshole of all people walk all over me.

"What the fuck is your problem dude?" I yelled and I swore which I never do. "No one wants to go anywhere with you. You are an asshole. And I swear if you ever make fun of me I will kick your ass to next Sunday."

I glared right at him as I said it. He knew business. He was pissed now. His face was bright red.

"You're nothing but a moocher. Your mom and sister ran off and left you. You don't know who your dad is and you are just mooching off of Nancy and Chance."

I wanted to get out of bed right then and kick his ass, but I couldn't. Chance and I were both naked under the covers. This was the last person that needed to know that we were a couple. He would run right to Chance's mom just because he hated me so much.

"You take that back!" I shouted.

"Truth hurts!" Jason shouted back at me.

"Leave!" Mitch shouted. "Get out of my house and don't come back! I'm not going to let you talk to him like that. You have no idea what he has been through. You really are an ass."

Jason angrily got off the bed and ran over to the foot of my bed. He looked down at both of us.

"You deserve each other!"

He reached down and grabbed hold of the comforter that Chance and I were using to hide our naked bodies. Before I knew it he had yanked it off us and there we lay both naked as could be.

"I knew it!" He shouted.

He turned around, yanked open the door and ran out.

Chance's viewpoint...

I jumped out of bed and raced after Jason. I knew I had to stop him. I couldn't let him talk to my boyfriend like that and I couldn't let him tell my mom.

It's a good thing that my mom was working that morning because she would have know about us for sure.

I grabbed him before he got to the end of the hallway. I slammed him against the wall so hard that I could see some of the pictures hanging on the wall in the hallway shake. I put my hand tightly around his neck making him gasp for every breath of air.

I looked him in the eyes giving him a cold death glare. "What in the hell was that all about?"

He tried to say something but couldn't because of my grasp on his throat. I loosened my grip a little.

"That little shit started it."

"Bull! I haven't wanted to be friends with you for a long time now. My mom is more of a friend than you she's the one that tells you that you are always welcome here. Guess what as of now you aren't. And yeah what you saw Mitch is my boyfriend now."

I balled up my fist and punched him in the stomach. He tried to double over from the pain but my grasp around his neck kept him tightly against the way. I punched him again.

"You tell my mom or anyone else there will be more where this came from." I punched him in the face this time. "Got me?"

He muttered something. I couldn't tell what it was and I really didn't care at that moment. I just wanted him the hell out of my house and didn't want to see his face again.

I let go of his throat and he fell to the floor. I put my bare foot on his chest and pressed down hard.

"Now get out or else I'll throw you out!"

Jason obediently got or well at least tried but couldn't so he crawled his way to the door and went out it.

I walked back down the hallway and climbed back into bed with Mitch.

I kissed him. "I don't think he'll be telling anyone anything about either one of us and I don't think we will be seeing him for awhile."

There we sat in the booth of Ventrasca's, which was a local chain of Italian restraunts. Mitch and I sat on one side of the table and Nick and Hannah sat on the other side.

We didn't eat at Ventrasca's very often because of the prices. A plate of spaghetti without any sides was 9.75 if that gives you a good idea of how much it costs. So this was a treat to us and a special day for Mitch and me seeing how it was our first official date.

Hannah looked up from the menu at me. "What happened at your hours this morning? I saw Jason crawling out of your house like a baby."

"Lets just say we got into this huge fight, I kicked his ass and don't want anything to do with him anymore."

"Good. I can't stand him." Hannah said. "He was blowing my phone off the hook all day. I don't even know how he got my number."

Just then the waiter came over to our table. "Hi, I'm David and I am going to be your waiter and your cashier when you are through. Are you guys ready to order?"

We all looked at each order and nodded our heads in unison.

He looked at Nick. "What will you be having tonight?"

"I'll have the chicken pasta with a side of mashed potatoes and garlic bread."

David wrote it down on his pad that he was caring. "And you miss?" He asked looking at Hannah.

"Fettuccini Alfredo and a garden salad please." Heather said as she looked up at the waiter.

"And you?" He asked me

"Grilled chicken tetrazzini with a garden salad."

"And you sir?" He asked looking at Mitch.

"Just give me spaghetti and garlic bread."

"I will go put in your order." He told us. "Are all these separate tickets?"

"Theirs is all together." I replied looking at Nick and Hannah. "And ours is together."

"Ok. I will go in and put in your order." He turned and walked towards the kitchen.

"Oh my gosh! Mitch, Chance is that you!" Someone exclaimed from across the room.

Both Mitch and myself turned to see who had said our names. We both were looking at a table that had two females sitting there looking at the menu.

One of them had shoulder length red hair and very fair skin. The other had short spiky brown hair and was a little darker than the other woman.

I saw the woman with the short hair say something to the other one and then they got up and started walking towards our table. I recognized the face of the one with the short brown hair, but just couldn't place where I had seen her from. That's when it hit me who she was.

It was Liz the nurse from the hospital four years earlier.

"How have you guys been?" She asked me.

"Great. Just great."

"Who's your friend?" I heard Nick whisper to Mitch who was sitting across the table from him.

"Liz this is Nick and Hannah." Mitch said as he looked at Liz. "They are friends of mine and Chance's.

"I was so worried about you. You left the hospital and I was so worried about you. Its so good to see you," she said to Mitch.

"Aren't you going to introduce me?" The woman said as she nudged Liz in the side.

"Everyone this is my girlfriend Ginnifer." Liz announced.

"Hi everyone." Ginnifer said.

"So you're a lesbian?" Nick asked bluntly.

"Yeah. Sorry sweetie. You're out of luck with me." She said as she smiled at Nick.

I could feel Hannah kick him under the table for his comment.

Liz glanced over at their table and saw David the waiter walking towards it. "Well we have to go order. Do you guys still have my number? You should give me a call and we can hang out."

"I don't I'm sorry." Mitch replied.

"Well here." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a pen. She picked a napkin up off the table and wrote on it. "There is my number call or text me sometime. Bye."

Liz and Ginnifer turned around and walked back to their table.

"Lesbians are cool!" Nick exclaimed.

"What do you think of gay guys?" I asked Nick curiously.

"I dunno. I don't know any."

"What if you did?"

"I dunno." Nick repeated.

"Well I think everyone should be free to love whomever they want." Hannah stated.

"I really don't think I would have a problem with it. I'm pro choice." Nick announced.

We all burst out laughing.

"Do you even know what that means?" Mitch asked.

"No. But it sounded good."

My face grew more serious. "I want to tell you something. Its really the reason Mitch and I wanted to hang out with yall tonight. We can trust you both. Right?"

"Yeah." Nick and Hannah both replied.

"Ok then. Well here goes. Mitch and I are boyfriends now and this is our first date. We just wanted to be the first to know," I said.

"Oh how sweet." Nick said in a little high pitched voice.

"You know this really doesn't surprise me," Hannah told us.

"Really?" Mitch asked.

"No. You two are together all the time. I mean for the past four years its been like you have been dating. You already act like an old married couple." Hannah laughed.

"So yall don't think no different of us?" Mitch asked

"No way dude." Nick said. "You're the same people you just took your friendship to a more intimate level."

"Like is said what took you so long to realize each other?" Hannah smiled.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out my vibrating cell phone. It said one new message. I flipped open my phone to see who it was from. One new message from Jason iswhat it said on the screen.

What can he want? I thought. I thought I got it off plain and clear that I didn't want to be friends with him.

I opened it up and my jaw dropped when I saw what it said.

"What is it?" Mitch asked with a worried look on his face.

"Why can't he just leave well enough alone!" I shouted.

"Chase, what's wrong?" Hannah asked.

I handed my phone to Mitch. His draw dropped in disbelief when he read it. He handed the phone around the table to Nick who looked at it.

"He can't be serious!" He exclaimed.

He handed it to Hannah who read the message. She looked at me then to Mitch.

"What are you going to do about it?" She asked.

Chapter Five- Finding Comfort

Mitch's viewpoint...

"Who the hell does he think he is?" I shouted angrily.

By this time, everyone in the restaurant was starting to look at us because both Chance and I were both being very loud and swearing like sailors.

"Let me see that again." I grabbed Chance's phone and read the message again.

`I'm going to tell everyone and by Monday morning everyone will know you are a fag'

"My mom will kill us both if she finds out." Chance said with panic in his voice.

I typed a message on Chance's phone.

`What are you talking about?'

A few seconds later.

`I'm going to paste it on my Facebook, MySpace, and Twitter that Mitch Mitchell and Chance Stevens are a bunch of fags'

`Why would you do that to your best friend' I typed

`It's done. I made the post thirty minutes ago. Now let's just see how fast it takes it to get back to your mom'

"What is his problem?" Nick asked. "Sounds a little like he is jealous to me. Kinda like he wants Chance for himself."

"Don't worry about it you guys." Hannah said. "I don't think anyone will really care. Especially if they are really your friends. And I don't think there are really homophobes anymore not since Bryce Nelms was sent off."

Chance looked at me. "No matter what. As long as we have each other. As long as I have you, then I can get through this."

"I love you." I told him.

"Awh. You guys are going to make me cry." Hannah said.

We finished up that night and went to see our movie and then went home. The rest of the evening flew by and then Sunday drug by. We hadn't seen Chance's mom all weekend because she had worked seven in the morning until seven that night, was in bed by the time we got home that night.

On Sunday we slept in until noon which was when Nancy had to be at work. We were both sure to be in bed that night at nine because that is when she got off work and neither one of knew what Jason had said to her.

Monday morning which both of us had been anticipating came before we know it. Chance put the blinker on in his red Hyundai Accent and pulled into the school's parking lot. He drove around the parking lot until he found and empty parking spot.

I looked at the clock in his car. It was 7:55. Five minutes until school started. We had both decided to wait until the last minute of school to leave so we wouldn't have to run into anyone.

He put his car in park, turned it off and looked at me. "You ready for this?"

"If I said yes, then I'd be lying." I replied.

Chance's viewpoint...

I grabbed Mitch's hand and looked into his deep brown eyes. "Everything is going to be okay baby. I have you and you have me."

"Promise?" He asked me.

"I swear on my life. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone Mitch and I would never do anything to hurt you."

"Ok."

I turned around and reached into the back seat of my car and grabbed my backpack. "It's now or never. Lets go."

I leaned over and kissed Chance on the lips. He smiled at me and kissed me back.

He grabbed his backpack out of the backseat and opened the door. We both got out of the car at the same time and closed the doors.

I walked over to Mitch and grabbed his hand. "I've had your back for four years now and I'm not about to turn my back on you now." I kissed him. "Lets go."

We walked up to the front doors of the main building where our lockers were. I looked at him then pushed open the doors.

I could feel people staring at us as we were walking down the hallway. I couldn't tell whether these were "firkin' faggot" looks or "oh how cute" looks.

We finally made it to our lockers. Nick and Hannah were sitting down across the hall from our lockers holding hands. This had been out morning routine since the beginning of that year. Mitch and I would meet Nick and Hannah at out lockers and we would chill until class started that morning. We did the same thing at lunch. As I thought about it more and how much time Mitch and I spent with Nick and Heather, it was almost like we had been boyfriends for awhile. We always did things together just the four of us. No wonder neither one of them were shocked when we told them about us.

"How's everything this morning?" Hannah asked.

"Good so far." I replied as I put in the combination of my locker.

I opened my locker to get the books out that I needed and to put the books that I didn't need back in my locker. A small envelope fell out of my locker when I took my English book out.

I didn't notice it. Mitch was the one that noticed it. He picked it up and looked at it.

"What's this?" He asked holding up the envelope.

"Fell out I dunno."

He opened it and then read what was inside the envelope. He handed it to me and I read what it said:

I'm going to tell everyone you dirty little faggot!!!!!

I handed it to Nick. He and Hannah read it.

"Why don't you take that to Mrs. Mayberry?" He asked. "He is never going to stop this crap."

I knew who Nick was talking about. The not was written in Jason's handwriting and I assume that he had put it in there this morning.

I looked down the hallway and could see Jason leaning against his locker, flirting with some cheerleaders. What a surprise.

I clenched my fist and my face turned bright red. I slammed my locker door and turned around towards Jason. I was going to show this guy that I wasn't someone that he wanted to mess with and he had better think twice.

I felt a strong hand grab my shoulder.

"Don't do it dude."

I turned around and saw that Nick had stopped me from going and beating Jason into a bloody pulp.

"You remember the anti-bulling campaign that Mrs. Mayberry did back when you guys were in the eighth grade. Right?" Nick asked.

"Sort of. It was right after Bryce tried to kill Mitch."

"Yeah. Well don't think it would be better if you go talk to her instead of taking things into your own hands?" He asked me.

I looked at him then nodded my head. "Yeah I guess you're right."

"Am I ever wrong?" Nick asked jokingly.

Hannah stood up off the floor and walked over to where Nick, Mitch and myself were standing. "How about we all take a little trip to Mrs. Mayberry's office?"

Hannah's viewpoint...

There the four of us sat in front of Mrs. Mayberry's office in front of her desk. She sat down in her large executive chair behind her desk staring at the four of us through her black plastic framed glasses.

She had shoulder length blond hair that was obviously died because her dark brown roots were starting to show.

"So what brings you four here so early in the morning?" She asked us.

"You know who Jason Hall is. Right?" Mitch asked.

"Yes. I do."

"He won't leave us alone." Mitch continued.

"I can't do anything to him you know that. I mean just because you don't want him to not be your friend anymore I can't force him away from you all."

Chance looked at the floor. "He's harassing Mitch and myself." He reached into his pocket and handed Mrs. Mayberry the envelope with the note in it.

She took the note out and read it and then looked at Mitch and Chance and smiled.

"The dude is a looser." Nick piped up. "The other day he sent him this text message saying that he was going to tell everyone about the two of them."

"Is this all true?" She asked looking at Mitch and Chance

They both nodded their heads.

"The guy has never liked me and now that Chance and I are boyfriends he has gone mad and made it his goal to turn everyone against us."

She looked at the note that had been in Chance's locker then looked at each of us.

"I am going to have to look at some handwriting samples, and if everything pans out then Mr. Hall will be looking for a new school because this school has a zero tolerance for this." She looked at Chance. "Do you still have the messages saved on your phone?"

He nodded his head.

"Can I hold onto your phone until this matter is all taken care of and I will try to have it back to you by the end of the day."

"Yes ma'am." Chance reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone and handed it to Mrs. Mayberry.

She took the phone and placed it in her top desk drawer. "You all can go back to class now. You boys have a great support system I can tell and if anyone here gives you any shit about your relationship let me know and I will deal with it."

Mitch's viewpoint...

The rest of the day flew by. No one said anything negative about Chance and I being boyfriends. Everyone was nothing but excepting. The one person that I figured would be the least excepting and be bashing us was Cody Hill.

Cody was a senior with us and was the captain of the football team. Very buff, probably standing at about six foot five and two hundred twenty pounds of solid muscle.

He was in my second hour class and had sat next to me in the back of the classroom. He grinned at me as soon as he sat down.

I knew that he was going to say something but didn't. He just kept grinning over and over showing his pearly white teeth.

Finally I had enough. "What is your deal?" I whispered. "Go ahead and make fun of me and get it away with."

"I'm not gona make fun of you." He whispered back. "I think its pretty cool that you and Chance took your friendship to a more intimate level. I always thought you two acted like you were more than friends."

The ride home was the worst part of the day. We were both anticipating the arrival of Nancy that evening. She was working until five that evening.

Chance pulled his car into the driveway and parked behind the garage knowing that he would have to move it when his mom came home.

We both got out of the car and walked to the front door, not even bothering to grab either one of our backpacks. Chance stuck his key in the front door, unlocked it and we headed down the hallway to our bedroom, Chance closed the door behind us.

I sat down on his bed and he sat down next to me.

"I'm scared." I told him.

He grabbed my chin and turned my head so that I was looking right at him. "Don't be scared of anything. I love you and that's what matters."

"I love you too Chance. I want to be with you forever." I leaned over and kissed him.

We both broke free of our kiss when we heard a door slam shut down the hallway.

I looked at him nervously. "You don't think your mom left work early. Do you?"

Right then our bedroom door flew open. It was opened so hard that the doorknob hit the wall behind it and put a hole in the wall behind the door.

There stood Nancy, Chance's mom. She was shorter than both of us about five foot four and about one hundred sixty pounds. She was a short round woman with shoulder length brown hair.

"What are you doing home so early?" Chance asked his mom.

She just stood there staring. Her glare was cold and harsh.

"I open my home to you and this is how you repay me!" She shouted looking over at me. She looked at Chance. "What would your dad think if he knew his son was a fag? He's probably rolling over in his grave."

"Don't bring dad into this!" Mitch shouted. "He was a good man."

Mitch was very sensitive of his dad. He dad had been a police office and was shot and killed when we were kids. Nancy always played guilt trip on him using his dad.

She walked into the room and over to Chance's bed and stood there staring at us. She raised her hand and slapped me across the face. It stung. I had never been hit so hard. I had never been hit at all.

Nancy turned to the other side and slapped Chance harder. I could see his face start to welt up and turn red.

She walked over to my dresser that had held all of my clothes in it four the past four years. She looked at me and pulled the top drawer out and dumped it out on the floor and then threw the draw down. She did it again with the second and third. She paused between the third and fourth drawers and looked at us. "Both of you get the hell out of my house! I don't want any abomination in here!" She emptied the fourth drawer out on the floor and threw it.

"Mom!" Chance exclaimed.

"Don't mom me. You made a choice and its going to cost you. Come with me." She motioned for Chance to get off the bed and follow her.

He obeyed and followed her out of the door.

I sat there on Chance's bed. I could feel the tears began to break out and roll down my cheek. I knew when she found out it was going to be bad I just had no idea that it was going to be this bad and we were going to get thrown out.

At least I have Chance. I thought. I can get through anything.

A few minutes after they left Chance and his mom came back in the room. His eyes were all red and I could tell that he had been crying. He walked over to the pile of clothes on the floor and picked them up.

"Get out of this house Mitch!" Nancy shouted at me. "You are no longer welcome here and I am having the locks changed."

Chance walked toward the door with my clothes.

"Chance where are you going?"

I followed him out the door and down the hallway to the front door, which he opened and threw my clothes outside.

"What are you doing?" I asked hysterically. "I love you."

"I don't love you!" Chance shouted. "Just stop fucking with my mind. I don't love you and never will. I'm not a fag like you. Just leave! Now!"

I raced down the hallway and into the bathroom. I slammed the door shut and locked it behind me.

I turned the water on and it began to flow out of the sink. I looked at myself in the mirror of the medicine cabinet.

My eyes were puffy from crying. My nose was running. My face was bright red.

It hurt so bad. I could feel the pain running through my body. My heart had just been ripped out and run over.

I cried some more.

I could hear Nancy shouting in the hallway. "Get out of my house fag! I don't want you anywhere near my son."

Where was I going to go. I thought. I had no where to go. I had no family and earlier when I thought Chance was going to be with me I was just fine. Now he had heart me so bad I just wanted it to be over.

I opened up the medicine cabinet and fumbled through it until I found something that I knew would take the pain away. I wanted it gone forever. I don't want to feel like this anymore. I hated this feeling.

How could everything change so fast? I was so happy a few minutes ago and now my felt like it was over and it was about to be over if I had my way.

I finally found what I was looking for it was a bottle of Valium which Nancy took. I took the top off the bottle and looked inside. It was full.

I began to pour the pills into my hand and then shove them into my mouth. I stuck my mouth under the sink with each handful to get some water to wash them down. I dropped the bottle to the floor when I had emptied it.

I fumbled for the bathroom lock and opened the door. Chance and Nancy were both standing there.

I looked at Chance. "Fuck you bitch. I don't need anybody!"

I staggered towards the door. I was feeling so dizzy and sleepy and so many other things that I couldn't describe.

I opened the front door, went out slamming it behind me. I walked down the street. I didn't know where I was going I just knew that I didn't want my last moments being at that house where I was just betrayed by my boyfriend and my best friend.

Finally I felt as if I couldn't walk anymore I looked over and saw a flower garden in front of one of the houses I had just passed. I walked over to it and lay there amongst the sweet and slowly fading smell of the flowers

Chapter Six- True Friends

Liz's viewpoint...

I sat there listening to Linda as she was giving me report of the patients the night before. This is what we did every morning as the oncoming nurse came on and the night nurse got ready to go. I'd be doing the same thing when I left at seven thirty that evening.

I had gotten some experience behind me having worked on the medical surgical floor for the past four years I decided it was time for a chance and was transferred to ICU. It was challenging working in ICU and rewarding at the same time.

"Ok our next one in room 228, seventeen year old male admitted last night due to an overdose of valium last night. He is stable but not conscious yet. He is in arm restraints to the bed just in case he wakes up and still wants to hurt himself. His name is Mitchell Mitchium. No family a few friends come to visit him."

"Are you serious?" I asked. "I know him. He was here back when I worked on med surge floor because he was beat up really bad at school."

I listened to Linda as she gave report on the last patient, who was a motor vehicle accident.

When she was done, I looked at her and smiled. "Thanks you Linda. I'll see you tonight."

"Ok." She said as she got up from her behind the nurses station. "Now I'm going to go home and clean a little and head to bed."

I got up from my seat and walked down the hallway to room 228. One of the first things I did in the morning was do a full head to toe assessment of my patients. I decided to start with Mitch.

I knocked on the door, which was half way open. I waited a couple of seconds and then went inside.

Sitting next to Mitch in a chair was the girl that I had met at the restaurant on Saturday. She was asleep. I looked around the room, looking for Chance.

No sign of him anywhere.

That's odd. I thought. Maybe he went downstairs to the cafeteria to get some breakfast.

I woke over to the sleeping girl and placed my hand on her shoulder and gave her a little shake. Her eyes opened and she looked up at me.

"Are you his nurse?" She asked.

"Yes. Hannah. Right?"

"Yeah."

"We met at the restaurant the other night." I said.

"Yeah I remember you."

"What happened to Mitch?" I asked.

"It started at the restaurant on Saturday. One of Chance's friends had walked in on Chance and Mitch that morning and Chance threatened him telling him to stay away from him and his friends. Jason, his friend, sent Chance a message that night saying that he was going to tell everyone at school that Chance was gay and was going to put it on Facebook, MySpace, and Twitter which he did. Everyone at school was just fine with it. Yesterday Jason left a note in Chance's locker calling him fag and a bunch of other stuff. We all went together to the principal and seeing how there is a zero tolerance policy at the school; Jason was suspended indefinitely from school. He then told Chance's mom who I'm sure you know is a big homophobe. She left work early to be sure to be there when school got out, confronted them and told them to get out of her house. Chance says that he's not gay. Mitch is hurt goes into the bathroom and takes a bottle of valium. I found him passed out in the flowerbed at my house."

"So Chance broke up with him?" I asked.

"I guess you could say that. I called him as soon I found Mitch. He told me what happened. I was so angry at him I just hung the phone up." She told me. "Just a few days ago he was saying how much he loved Mitch and stuff then he goes and pulls this."

"I know how you must feel." I said comfortingly. "If you need anything then just let me know."

Chance's viewpoint...

I refuse to go to school that day. I locked myself in my bedroom. I felt like crap. My mom was a bitch and I hated her. I hadn't talked to her since Mitch ran out the door and I went in the bathroom and found the empty pill bottle.

Then there was the call from Hannah saying that she found him lying in her flowerbed and that he was nearly dead.

I didn't know what to do. My mom told me that I could stay if I broke it off with Mitch, which is what I did. I felt terrible ever since.

Why did I do it? Why did I break the heart of the person that I loved?

Jason's viewpoint...

I probably should have felt terrible about what I had done, but I didn't. I hated that little asshole Mitch Mitchium ever since the day he had leached onto my bud Chance. I wasn't gay or anything never thought about Mitch in a sexual way at all.

I just hated Mitch and hated him even more for turning Chance into a fag. I knew that if it wasn't for Mitch, Chance wouldn't have ever though about another guy.

I decided I would give him hell for it until he broke up with the little queer. I left the note in his locker at school not thinking about the zero harassment policy at school.

Nick, Hannah, Mitch and Chance all went to Mrs. Mayberry with the not which resulted in my suspension indefinitely. I was pissed off. I was beyond pissed off.

I knew there was one more hope. I knew how much Nancy, Chance's mom, hated homosexuals and thought that it was an abomination to man kind.

I did what I had to do and called Nancy at work and told her about her son. I still remember the conversation as it played out in my head.

"Hey Nancy," I said after the call had been transferred back to her office and she answered.

"What are you doing out of school so early Jason?" She asked me.

"Lets just say I'm not going back to school thanks to your son and his friends." I said.

"Why not?"

"Well lets just say your son and Mitch are more than best friends. I left a note in his locker called him a fag and they took it to the principal and I got suspended. There's no telling what they have been doing in your house Nancy." I told her with a twisted grin on my face.

"Are you sure?" She asked. "They are really close for guys."

"Think about what you just said. They are really close for guys. A little too close. Lets just say I walked in on them in Mitch's bed and they were both naked and making out." I told her embellishing the truth a little bit.

"I'll take care of this Jason. Thanks for telling me."

We hung up the phone and that was that.

Here I was two days later sitting in my car thinking about this. It was all over school that Mitch had tried to commit suicide and I knew I was the responsible. Did I feel bad? Hell no. I am spoiled and always get what I want no matter what.

I looked at myself in the review mirror of my car. A twisted grin on my face.

"Damn boy you look good." I said aloud

Hannah's viewpoint...

I had missed school that day and sat in the hospital with Mitch since he was admitted last night. Nick wanted to stay with me but I insisted that he went to school because he had already missed too many days.

I guess I dozed up because the next thing I knew I was woke up by Mitch yelling.

"Chance! Chance! Where are you? Chance!"

He shouted and tried to get out of the restraints that his hands were in. He pulled and tugged at them trying to get free.

"Calm down. I'm here." I said as I stood up and walked over to his bed. "I've been here since last night and Nick is coming after school."

"Chance!" He yelled even louder. "I want Chance go get Chance."

I assume that his yelling could be heard down the hall, because the door opened and Liz and another nurse came in the room.

"I see you are awake." Liz said with a smile on her face. "We can hear you all the way down the hall sweetie. Chance is not here."

"Get him please. I need him." Mitch pleaded. "I need to see him. It was all just a bad dream.

Mitch was sobbing. It was breaking my heart to see him like this. Chance and I had lived across the street from each other since we were kids. He was a year older than me and we used to hang out all the time. It was actually him that I was friends with first.

"Chance is not here." I told him calmly. "Chance is the reason why you are here."

"He loves me. I need him." He was sobbing loudly now.

I looked over at Liz.

Liz walked over to Mitch and rubbed her hand through Mitch's hair. "Please calm down for me."

I looked at the clock on the wall. It was a quarter until four and school had gotten out almost an hour ago. Where was Nick at?

I reached into my pocket and took out my cell phone and called Nick.

"Hello."

"Where are you Nick? Mitch is awake and is yelling for Chance. I don't know what to do."

"I'm coming up the elevator. I'm probably going to make you mad for what I'm going to do, but I'm sure you will get over it."

"What are you going to do Nick? I'm in no mood for anything."

"Be there in a minute." He hung up.

I closed my phone and put it back in my pocket.

"Nick is coming to see you," I told Mitch.

"Please call Chance for me. I need to talk to him. I need to see if everything is alright."

I looked into his brown eyes. All I could see was sadness.

There was a knock on the door, the door opened halfway, and then Nick came in. He immediately walked over to his bed. He grinned his big cheesy grin that he got when he was up to something.

I glared at him.

"I got a surprise for you buddy." He told Mitch.

"Really?"

Nick turned and looked towards the door. "Come on in."

The door opened all the way and Chance walked in. I glared at him.

"What are you doing here?" I snapped. "Its your fault that he is here anyhow."

"We are going to go now." Liz said speaking for both herself and the other nurse that had come in the room with. "We will both be right down the hall if you need anything. If I hear fighting out of this room, I won't hesitate to call security."

She and the other nurse turned around and walked out of the room, closing the door halfway behind them.

Chance just stood there staring down at Mitch, expressionless.

"I love you." Mitch told Chance.

Chance didn't say anything, but continued staring down at Mitch.

"I know you do." He finally said.

"Don't you love me too?" Mitch asked.

Chance looked around the room at Nick, Mitch, and me. "I can't do this." He said as he turned around and raced out the door."

"That was one of the most stupid things that you have done Nicholas Jackson." I told him.

"Well it seemed like a good idea. Chance wasn't at school today and I went to his house he had himself locked up in his bedroom. I thought it would go different."

"Well, you thought wrong. Now didn't you?" I asked.

"Stop arguing." Mitch said as he burst out in tears. "I don't think I can go on living without him."

"Don't you dare ever try that again." I told him.

"My life is over Hannah. Where would I stay when I get out of here? I have nothing and I am nobody." He cried even harder.

"You could come stay with me or Nick." I told him.

"You don't have any room. Neither of you do. You have three bedrooms, your parents, your sister and your brothers. And Nick is in the same boat as you with room."

"Don't worry buddy. We will figure something out. Don't worry." Nick said comfortingly.

Mitch's viewpoint...

I didn't sleep well at all during that night. I tossed and turned until they finally gave me something to make me sleep. I had dream after dream about Chance that night. We were sitting on his bed just holding each other.

Both Nick and Hannah had stayed the night in my room. There was a cot that had been brought in and they were both lying there sleeping.

First thing that morning Liz came into my room and woke me up.

"I have some good news and some bad news." She announced as she came into my room and sat down on my bed. "Which one do you want to hear first?"

At the sound of Liz coming into the room, both Hannah and Nick raised up in bed.

"I guess the good news would be good, seeing how I haven't had any of that in awhile.

"Well the doctor is releasing you today." She replied.

"And the bad news?"

"He has ordered you to seek inpatient care for depression at Panorama Health. I'm sorry Mitch." She placed her hand on mine and squeezed it some. "Do you want to hear some more good news?"

"We'll help you through this." Hannah said with a big smile on her face.

"Yeah buddy." Nick piped up.

"I guess." I said flatly.

"Well, Gin and I have been talking and we have the room at our house and want you to come stay with us when you get out." She said smiling down at me.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

I was excited. I had been worried about where I was going to stay once I got out of the hospital and now I knew where I would be.

"Yes. I make good money here and Gin makes pretty good money at her job and we both want us to come stay with us."

"Why do I have to go to Panorama?" I asked. "I won't try it again."

"The doctor ordered it. Its out of my hands, but I am going to ride there with you and make sure you get settled in ok. Is that fine."

"Yea." I replied. "How long will I be there?"

"I don't know Mitch. It could be twenty four hours at the least as long as eleven months. Just remember you have friends like Hannah and Nick that love you and you have your two lesbian mommies to come home to when you get released."

I smiled and let out a small laugh.

"Thank you." I replied.

She looked down at me smiled and then kissed my forehead.