♢♡Craig♡♢

"What?" I ask, looking Tyler up and down. I mean, he looks like he could fight sure but two kids against a town? Especially if one is nigger-lover? No way. "We can't have negros doin' our work for us forever, can we?" Tyler asks, looking back at the field through the trees. "It just ain't right" He explains, before looking back at me. "And who cares if I don' wan' a wife? Lemme have a husband instead" Tyler says firmly, crossing his arms.

"That's- The bible says-" Evan bites his lip as Tyler growls a little. "Mr. Thompson, the bible was written hund'reds of years ago. We don' even know if God exists, but we deny our fellow man rights on t' slim chance it might upset 'im! So, are you in or are you out?" Tyler asks me, stepping closer and holding out his hand. "I... I still don't get it" I admit, blushing.

"What 'e means, Craig, do you wanna help start up the revolution?" Evan grins at me, nodding towards Tyler's outstretched hand. "Jus' shake 'is hand, Craig" He tells me, so I do. I sit down when Tyler tells me to, glancing around. Admittedly, I'm still confused about all this, but I really hope it won't show. "You don't tell your school friends about this, got it? Evan 'ere already knows not to, but he and I agree this ain't gonna be taken nicely by everyone. The majority always ask for more, right?" Tyler jokes, but his tone remains serious. It's weird to see someone like him making a business deal.

"Wait I... Evan, you've been hiding this?" I ask, shaking my head. Evan looks at me past Tyler, slowly turning pink. "I didn' like the names Jonathan was callin' Tyler so I talked to him. He's a good guy" He says, holding his elbows in either hand. "So, you two became friends just like that?" I ask, confused. Tyler nudges Evan lightly and smiles... reassuringly... "Be proud of it" He says, leaving me even more confused when Evan lets out a shaky breath.

"I'm like Tyler, Craig. All t' way around and then some" Evan blushes darker when he realizes what he said, Tyler laughing at him and patting his shoulder. Gee. I officially have two homosexual friends. "Being homosexual would be t' last straw for my dad t' kick me out, so I ain't gonna tell anyone else. You can't tell anyone else" Evan says, and slowly his cocky side begins to peak out again. I decide I like him more when he's confident.

"I won't, swear. So, what is this? A club?" I ask, looking around. It's a nice spot but... not much can be done here. It's not like you can draw a crowd of people in here unless they're holding pitchforks. "Nah, it's the revolution" Tyler says, giving me no description whatsoever. "Now I'm real confused" I admit, so Evan helps me out. "Tyler 'ere wants to speak out against slavery, an' homosexual rights, an' then 'e wants to go off and fight in the war comin' up" Evan says, rolling his eyes when Tyler grins, proud.

"I wanna leave this town knowin' it's better, so if I don' come back I'll 'ave already left my mark" Evan clips him around the back of the head. "Don't talk like that! If ya even do go to this damn war, you best bet you'll be coming home!" He shouts, sneering at Tyler. Tyler just grins right back, leaning over his knees. "Yessir"

"So, we're just going to climb into town square and start shouting? That doesn't seem smart" I show my discomfort and Tyler responds by shrugging. "We'd be arrested, y'see. I say at night we hang up sign, paint on some walls" Tyler offers, wiggling his eyebrows. Evan laughs. "Isn't that... illegal?" I ask sheepishly, I don't want to cause any trouble. "Oh, come on, Mr. Thompson!" Tyler gasps, leaping to his feet. "You can't be a priss all your life, now can you!? Some rules are meant t' be broken! Some laws are horseshit! So c'mon and watta ya say? Don' you wanna be on the right side of history!?" Tyler asks, glaring down at me. Evan laughs softly when I begin to blush. "You got it, Mr. Wilde" I say, grabbing his hand and shaking it.

Oh lord.