The wedding happened!!!! YAYAYYAYAYAYA!! I got to go in the grooms place where all the guys hang out hahha it was creepy. Now I know what the do behind doors *shivers*. BUT the dancing was CRAZY and yes I did dance even though well, I can't. My new aunt was dancing all over the place and being naughty with my uncle like everyone on the dance floor. Everyone was drunk and me being only a "kid" I was sober though my drunk other aunt offered me wine. She is a loving drunk "I LOVE YOU GUYS" was all you could here come out of her mouth. But over all it was an amazing wedding and I can't wait to get back to Maui tomorrow and see my friends on Tuesday, and I was wondering...IM BACK IN MAUI NOW XD

Did you guys want to know what happened to Brian and Brock? I won't be putting it in this chapter so if you wanna know tell me and I'll throw it into the next one.

Check end of chap!!!!!! Authors note!!

*Evan's P.O.V*

Never in my life have I see Brock so broken.

Like a part of him was ripped away and he lost it. Just looking at him once I could see the change in him, and it was horrible. His eye lids dragged as if they were to heavy to hold up, he looked stressed and depressed. His hurt was almost coming off him in waves. Anyone would know that something big happened, something to do with Brian. Those two were always together, and seeing one without the other just spelled pain.

They had been together forever. Since around the beginning of 8th grade. They feel so madly in love and it never faltered. How could Brian do this to him, why would he do this to him. Brian loves Brock just as much- if not more- as Brock loves him. I don't think anyone saw the break up coming. Definitely not Brock.

He was sobbing on my shoulder as I held him and shared a saddened look with Delirious. We both knew there was really no Brock without Brian, and we also knew as soon as we saw Brian he was getting his balls put back in place.

The second bus rolled in, almost all of our friends rode that bus now. Craig and Tyler switched to that bus because it stopped closer to Tyler's house and they both lived there now. Along with Minicat basically, cartoonz, 407, and Brian rode the bus. Everyone else either toke me and Delirious's bus or drove cause they can.

I watched as kids piled off the yellow monster, Brock still had his head buried in my chest and I kept it that way. I didn't want him to even have to look at Brian.

Tyler, Mini, Jund, Micah (A/N:p), Snake, Slutney, and then Brian.

My blood boiled as I looked at him, pissed off my ass. Brock was so kind, and loving, and now..he was broken. Brian did this and he needed to fix this. There was no room for 'running back to each other'. I was gonna get an explanation out of him or beat the crap out of him. For me it's just a big win-win.

His head turned in our direction and I saw a smile form on his lips tell he spotted the crying boy in my arms. He looked mad at me, probably a big jealous bastard. He deserved it, no one breaks moo's heart and gets away with it.

Delirious looked like he had enough as he started to walk towards Brian. I reached out to grab his wrist and he stopped, looking at me questionably, I just shook my head and turned, walking away and taking Brock and Delirious with me.

*Brian's P.O.V* O.o surprise? I might have put to much detail.

The previous day.

It hurt. Everything. Regret. Pain. Emptiness. So many emotions ran through me, and unlike the other emotions that had always flooded through me, these weren't happy. They were depressing. I knew I had made a big mistake, and I was already broken.

The bed was cold, the sheets ruffled, pillows scattered and torn, the mattress was crooked, it was a reck. I couldn't have stopped myself if I tried. Pictures were scattered on the floor, happy pictures, me smiling with my family, me and the crew, me and him. The one I was so sure completed me. I knew now. That he did. The emptiness I felt now, I had felt it before, and it all stopped just around 8th grade. To be exact, on August 17 2011. If I got into that now is break down again. Not that I minded, no one was here. No one to stop me from doing things I'd regret later, or would I?

The pain was welcomed, every ounce. Everything that toke away the memory's, but not completely, I still wanted the memory's. But just for a second-even a millisecond- when the memory's were gone, the loneliness lessened. It wasn't completely gone, no, it would always be there, but it lessened. Is this what I was meant to do with my life? Suffer? If only one person was missing, not just any person. But, if he was missing, gone, just gone, would I be damned to suffer? While he moved on is be trapped, trapped in the memory's, the fun times, the times I got to express what I felt and tell him over and over again just how much I loved him. Words could never explain. Nothing could. Nothing seemed to show him just how much I loved him. Nothing.

He would slip right through my fingers while I tried to hold him tighter, thinking that if maybe I tightened my grip, he wouldn't leek through. But, deep down I knew he would find the loophole, and would escape. Only looking back to show me just how much hatred he had grown for me, to show me his love disappeared so, so, long ago, I was just to dumb to notice. Way to dumb to see I had been detaching myself from him. Maybe it was him who was trying to keep me in his hand, in his grip. Maybe it was me who had found the loophole. Or maybe the loophole had been forced to open by someone else. Someone looking to destroy us. They forced it and I was just dumb enough to jump through. He kept trying. I remember that. His whimpers and cries telling me it wasn't true, that he loved me, and I didn't believe him. I'm so dumb. I ruined it. I ruined us. And it was destroying me. I loved him to goddamn much to just walk away! He was my all, my everything, he was the only thing that I truly let in, that I let see me, all sides of me. The good the bad, the hurt, the happy. And through all that he stayed. It let me in. He felt it too. He felt the pull, the need, the want. From the beginning it was just meant to be.

Over time he had wormed further in my heart tell he reached the core. He held power over me, I was to in love with him. But that is not what I regretted. I regretted letting him go. When I did that I broke myself, letting him go was like letting a big piece of myself go with him. He had me, so bad.

The aching in my heart hasn't stopped, I knew it never would. I would never be able to move on, live my life, unless he was beside me. I felt, I knew, just by looking at him, he was the one I wanted. I didn't give a crap if I 'wasn't gay' I'd be gay for him all over again, go through all the teasing, the bullying, the beatings, the hateful words, I'd do it all again if I still ended up with him. Hell is go back in time, so it all again, then fix what I had done, all of it just for him.

Looking at the photo I held, the smile plastered on my face, the smile on his face, on Brock's face, you could just tell we were in love. I laughed a little as tears formed in my eyes, I remembered the day we toke that, it was at a football game, I remember I had to drag Brock there. He wasn't into football like I was, but that didn't stop the fanboy inside me from dragging him there.

"Come on! It's gonna be so cool!" I smiled at him, my arms were wrapped around his waist, his around my neck, his face scrunched in a thinking matter, his nose wrinkled. I bent down and kissed it," Please? The SeaHawks are my favorite, and they are totally gonna kick ass at the Super Bowl!" He smiled and kissed me softly, making my lips hungry for more," Okay, but only cause you really wanna go."

We were only in high school but it was enough for us, we did everything together, and we never complained because it was perfect. Everything was perfect, but only if Brock was there.....

The next photo was Brock and I at carnival, our junior year, he was always scared of going on the ride with the swings that lifted you up in the air and swung you around in circles, I always laughed at him for it.....I had to drag him into that too.

"It's gonna be rommmmannnntic." I wiggled my eyebrows at him and he giggled," Really?" I nodded and pecked his lips," It's gonna be so worth it when your up there."

It was romantic, we went during the sunset and that made everything perfect, but even if the sun wasn't there, and we weren't at a carnival and we were stranded in a desert sweating our asses off, I wouldn't care. As long as I had Brock..........I need him.

And I'm gonna get him back.

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