“You missed doing the hand turkey drawings with the fans. It was pretty fun if I do say so myself. I drew one for you.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded sheet of paper before he handed it over to Alex.

The singer raised an eyebrow as he unfolded the sheet of paper, revealing the hand drawing. He couldn’t help but smile at the rainbow colored turkey and the name ‘Gayskarth’ at the top. “So you’ve discovered my secret have you?” he asked with a small laugh as he looked at Jack. “Thanks for the gay turkey. I’ll hang it up next to my pictures of all the boys I’ve fucked.”(c)

It took several hours for me to come down off my caffeinated high. Who needs drugs when you can just down Red Bull, eh? The only after-effect was the horrific splitting headache that kicked in at lunchtime, where I lay on the sofa of the McFly with my head on Zac’s lap while he dabbed my forehead with a cool, damp flannel. (There had been a rather uncomfortable moment at the airport when Zac realised I was supposed to be driving him home on my motorbike, to which he refused to let me do. A small fight had broke out, which ended when I suddenly started slapping the side of my head and screaming as loudly as I could, to which Zac responded by slamming a helmet on my head and took control of my bike. I was still sulking at how bloody slowly he’d driven in… The whole point of a motorbike is to GO FAST. He drove like an old woman and we ended up getting back to the McFly house nearly half an hour later than if I’d been driving. Grr…) Tom, Danny and Marty found the whole thing to be rather amusing (especially as they knew the reason WHY I’d gone mad for the stimulant drink) and while Tom and Danny were on their best behaviour, Marty chose to sneak around and make veiled references to Harry deflowering me (again) on my Powerpuff Girls bed-spread sheet. (WHAT?! Powerpuff Girls rock!! … Even if this is coming from a 25 year old gay bloke.)

“So Zac, how was the trip back?” Tom asked, entering the room with pain-killers and water for me. I groaned and winced against the noise.

“It was great! There was that new Lindsay Lohan movie as the in-flight film, so that killed the time,” he said with a smile, wiping my forehead and helping me to swallow the painkillers. I had such a caring, attentive boyfriend… why the bloody hell did I have to go cheat on him?!

“These guys were in a Lindsay Lohan movie once,” Marty said with a nasty grin and gesture at me, Tom and Danny. “Their then-drummer copped it off with her.”

“Who hasn’t?” Zac replied, although I noticed that his tone had gotten a fraction colder at the Harry reference. Eeeep...

“When was the last time you saw him, Doug?” Marty continued, looking at me all wide-eyed innocence as I saw Tom and Danny shoot amused looks at each other.

I tried to shrug. “About five years ago or so,” I lied.

“Really? I could have sworn it was less than that! Wow, the time sure does fly, doesn’t it?!”

I could have killed him. Slowly and painfully, the last thing that boy would see would be my hands wrapping around his neck!!

Zac meanwhile, was dabbing the flannel at the cuts on my face from the night before. “Poor Dougie,” he murmured. “Want me to kiss it better?”

Harry leans over and kisses my cheek carefully, aware of the cuts, his hands tracing down my sides over the bruises so lightly that the pain barely registers.

“You OK?” he whispers.

I nod. “So much more now,” I say with a grin.

I sat up instantly and shook my head frantically. “I’m OK, really!!”

Mental Note: DON’T do sudden movements. They hurt.

Zac looked slightly confused, if not a bit hurt. “Are you sure? I mean, I really think you should have gone to the police about it all.”

I shake my head again. “It’s OK, really, thanks Harry, but I’m fine!” I gabbled.

Tom dropped his cup of tea, which landed on the floor with a loud crash and Danny gasped, slapping his hand to his mouth in horror. I looked at Zac, who was now staring at me with his eyes wide and this time with unmistakable hurt.

“What?!”

“You – You called me ‘Harry’,” he said in a low voice.

Oh… SHIT.

“I wasn’t thinking!!” I said quickly. “Well, I mean I was thinking, but it’s just Marty mentioning Harry made me suddenly think of him and I was still kinda thinking of him when you said you should kiss my cuts better! Oh fuck, not in that way!!! I meant I was just thinking about Harry in a non-platonic, explicitly sexual way!! FUCK!! I meant non-sexual, explicitly platonic!!”

I slapped a hand to my forehead. “You’re not buying this, are you?” I asked weakly.

He shook his head and folded his arms, glaring at me. “Not in the slightest.”

“Ooo, would you look at that – The phone’s ringing!” Tom said, jumping up. “It’s one of those high-pitched ones, you need ears like a dog to hear it.”

“I’ll help you with that,” Danny said, getting up and walking out with him. Marty remained sitting on the floor, staring eagerly at me and Zac until Danny stuck his arm around the door and yanked him out by the scruff of his neck, slamming the door behind them.

You’re actually not too bad yourself. Predictable like nothing else and throwing things about that could’ve come out a fortune cookie but still, you’re somewhat cool. (c)

I frown for a moment, trying to register what he’s saying, because my mind is happily frolicking in la-la-land.

Not to mention, every time they look at one another they’re all cheesy smiles and lovey-dovey eyes. But I could be getting the wrong signals. Though I’m pretty sure I’m not because when they’re around each other, the word “GAY” sticks out like a sore thumb.

“Why are we having a group meeting?” Tom asks me as he chops some vegetables in the kitchen. “I didn’t call for one.”

I roll my eyes and hop up on the counter. “You’re not the only one with the power to call a group meeting, Tom.”

He moves his head around sarcastically. “Yeah, but I’m usually the only one that ever does.”

That’s because he’s the Mother Hen.

“Let’s go out tonight,” Harry suggested as we all munch on some fries. “We haven’t been out in ages.”

Tom jams a handful of fries into his mouth, “Wha shoo we gwo?” he tried to talk through his food.

“What was that?” Harry asked with eyebrows raised, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t understand because I was being distracted by the potatoes that are trying to dominate your mouth.”

Tom glares at Harry as he tries to chew all the fries. He looks like a blowfish.

Harry smiles back charmingly. “I was thinking we could go to the bar or a club or something. I don’t want to stay here on our weekend off.”

I have no problem with this. I like to drink.

“It’s a plan,” I shrugged.

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Bad plan… very bad plan.

What was I thinking going out to the bar with the guys? Now I have to witness Harry getting ho-ed up by all these walking vaginas! (c)

Fallen leaves cluttered the ground, sticking to the rain soaked pavement. It was still dark, the storm having just subsided, water still dripping from the trees.

“It's ugly,” Harry grumbled, shoving his hands deeper into his coat pockets and kicking the leaves.

“You just fail to see the beauty of the season,” Dougie said, laughing. The blond bassist watched as a water logged leaf fell to the ground, joining its fallen friends.

“How is this,” Harry gestured around them with his hands. “Beautiful?”

“It's tragic beauty,” Dougie responded simply. Harry shot him a confused look. Dougie huffed out a laugh and shook his head. “It's the time when everything changes. The leaves become colorful and give the city new life.” Dougie explained.

“How's that tragic?” Harry questioned, looking around at the soaked trees.

“Because it means everything is about to die.” Harry raised an eyebrow at Dougie's answer.

“Wow, Doug, you just took your EMO to a whole new level.” (с)     

And you know what? Who needs tutors. Really. All they do is waste your time trying to teach you stuff you didn't pay attention to the first time. Why would I listen to it this time around too? Just because you're really pretty? Hmm? And then they kiss you with their soft lips and make you feel dizzy, and then THEY STOP TALKING TO YOU FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK WHILE YOU TRY AND SOLVE YOUR BEST FRIEND'S LOVE CRISIS AND YOU ACTUALLY USE YOUR BRAIN FOR ONCE AND THINK UP A PLAN TO MAKE YOUR BEST FRIEND'S LOVE INTEREST JEALOUS, BUT IT BACKFIRES BECAUSE YOUR BEST FRIEND'S LOVE INTEREST INVITED YOUR DUMB GAY TUTOR AND HE THINKS YOU'RE DATING YOUR BEST FRIEND WHEN YOU'RE OBVIOUSLY NOT, BECAUSE WHO WOULD DATE SOMEONE WHO LOOKS LIKE THEY JUST CAME OUT OF THE AMAZON?!!

FAT PEOPLE RUIN EVERYTHING.

I turn around from Tom's kitchen island to see my two friends staring at me like I'm crazy with my fully crunched beer can and an angry blaze on my face. Well I am crazy!(c)

I shook my head furiously. “No! It’s cool. I mean, I have nothing against gay people at all. I’m not saying gay people as an offensive term either. That sounded wrong. Just, well I sort of have gay friends. Sort of. Sam and Mark? I’m sure you’ve heard of them. They actually don’t embrace their gay pride, or anything, they’re just always touching and stuff. But yea! Gay people... they are AWESOME!” I blurted out like an utter idiot. God, I can’t shut my mouth when I’m nervous.

Oh good God. I’ve just realized. If... he’s gay, then. Wow, not awkward at ALLLL.

“O....kay. Thank you, I suppose. I’ll just let you know, that just because I’m gay, nothing will change between us. So you won’t have to worry about it. Besides, you’re not my type at all.”

Oh, well that’s a relie- wait. What did he mean by, “I’m not his type”?

“What?” I asked, feeling my ego start to deflate,” Why not?”

He shrugged, “Oh... well no offense or anything, but you’re too skinny... and your height doesn’t reach my standards.”

Standards? How rude... a gay guy doesn’t even find me attractive, how completely pathetic! (c)

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“Talk to the nurse – but good luck, cause she’s a fucking bitch. I tried to flirt with her to get the info…but she just stared at me like I was crazy,” Gabe mumbles.

“Oh, that could be because you were holding William’s hand. Just a thought,” Sisky, suggests... (c)

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“Don’t pee yourself, Gaskarth,” Jack warns as he wheels his boyfriend down the hallway, “That’d be embarrassing and I’ll never let you live it down.”

“I’m just excited, asshole.” (c)
 

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Zack wasn’t exactly sure how the ‘Alex and Rian’ meeting would go. At first he thought it would be a disaster, because Rian was still coming down from his high when Zack called him to invite him over. He’s getting pretty good at being able to tell when Rian’s on something. But then when Rian actually arrived, he looked completely sober, and really well-dressed. But honestly, he knew that it could go either way.

            William’s over as well. Obviously, Alex can’t handle meeting Rian on his own, so he forced the older boy to come over. And, since William can’t go anywhere without Gabe, the tall dark skinned male is sitting at the kitchen table as well. Oh, and since Gabe can’t keep his damn mouth shut, Kyle and Sisky and Brendon are also here. Zack wants to go jump out the fire escape window. Especially when Gabe opens his mouth.

“So….Rian. It is Rian, right?” He leans back in his chair at the table, ignoring the warning glance from William, “I just need to know - what are your…intentions concerning my little buddy Zachary here?”

            Zack puts his head in his hands, absolutely mortified. He should have known this was going to happen. It had been going all too well – everyone was acting normally, and Alex seemed to be warming up to Rian. He hears Rian laugh a bit beside him and then he feels the older boy’s hand on his knee. That doesn’t really comfort him, but it’s sweet anyway.

“Gabe, shut up,” Alex interrupts before Rian has to come up with an answer, “Just eat your pizza and leave the kid alone.”

“Actually,” Brendon says, sitting up straighter and reaching into his hoodie pocket, “Kyle and I took the time to print this out and we would really appreciate it if you could just fill it out and get it back to us as soon as possible.” There’s a lightness to the boy’s tone that tells Zack that he’s completely joking, but fuck, this is embarrassing.

            He gets a glimpse of the paper that Kyle slides across to Rian. The bold letters at the top read “APPLICATION FOR PERMISSION TO DATE MY DAUGHTER”. “You’re both assholes,” he mumbles under his breath.

“Aw, Zee, lighten up,” Kyle says enthusiastically, speaking with his mouth full of food, “We’re just kidding around. And besides, it’s not like Rian’s taking us seriously. Right Rian?”

            Rian just smiles and Zack figures that’s because he really doesn’t know what else to do. He sends the boy an apologetic smile, and Rian just squeezes his knee.

“Hey, listen,” Gabe says, suddenly sounding serious, “I’m just looking out for someone who’s like a little brother to me. Gotta make sure he’s in good hands, don’t I?”

            With that, Zack just gives up and rests his head completely on the table. He should have known that this would just be completely embarrassing. (c)

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"So... you're gay?" Alex broke the silence as Jack looked up from the paper, a little taken back at his bluntness. He just nodded, looking away as Alex stared at him.

"Dude, I don't swing that way."

Now, Alex wasn't a homophobe. He was far from it. His statement was only because Alex just thought that every single person - with the exception of straight guys - had a major crush on him.

Jack's head snapped up, looking at Alex shocked. He squinted his eyes at Alex, glaring at him.

"Excuse me?"

"I just mean... sorry if I led you on or something." The sad part was that Alex did sound sincere.

Jack let out a small, sarcastic laugh as he shook his head in disbelief.

"Alex, don't flatter yourself. I don't have a crush on you." This time, it was Alex who looked shocked.

"You don't think I'm attractive, at all?" Jack just shook his head.

"You're not my type." Alex glared at him. He was everybody's type. (c)