(I'M BAAAAAAAAA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!! This is so late it's sad, but oh well here it is!)

<John's POV>

  "I brought my phone if you wanna watch something." After I had changed, I sat down next to Alex on my cot. "Well, I was thinking we could just... talk." I smiled. "Oh... Alright." Alex turned towards me, looking deep into my eyes. I could tell something was bothering him. "Anything on your mind?" He adverted his eyes, and focused on his hands.

  "Yes, actually... but.... uh..." He stumbled with his words, and I could see this was hard for him. "C-Can we... er... talk about it later?" He hunched his shoulders, forming a weak smile. "Of course. No pressure. I'll start first, then."

  We talked for what seemed like years, but I loved every second of it. I changed my female products a couple times, which was... stressful... but Alex helped me through it. After a while, I started to lose inspiration.

  "What is your favorite color?" "Seriously, my favorite color?" He laughed. "Yes!" I smiled at him, cherishing the moment. "Mmmm... green, probably." "Cool! Now you ask me a question!" I said, anticipating for him to use the same question on me.

"What is one of your best memories?" He looked at the ground, then at me. "Ooo.... that's a good one. Probably my first "date". It wasn't really a date, since neither of us were attracted to the other, so I say date for lack of a better word. We went to the lake and just swam the whole day. It was the first time I got to be myself without fear of anyone else judging me..." I smiled at the memory, only snapping back to reality when Alex spoke.

  "It sounds like you really like him." He wrung his hands like he had put hand sanitizer on them. "Liked. He didn't approve of me being tr..." Oh no. No I did not. No no no no noooo. Deep breath, deep breath. Don't panic. Maybe he didn't hear that last part. Don't. Panic.

  "You being what?" He looked at me curiously. PANIC. DEFINITELY PAINC. YES PANIC. COVER IT UP WITH GAY! "Me being gay. I hope it's okay with you, I.... I can't lose someone else."

  I watch as the color drains from his face. He can't even look me in the eye. "Of course, it's fine. I, myself, am Bisexual." He says with a half smile. He's putting on a happy face, but his eyes say everything I need to hear. Trust me, I'd know.

  Instead of prying, I rest my head on his shoulder. I change positions until it's comfortable. Eventually, my face is buried in the crook of his neck. I don't know if it was for my consolation or his, but I wrapped my arms around him. I looked out of the tent door, which had a small crack in it. It was dark, and I mean dark. Had we really talked the whole day?

  Suddenly, I felt something wet on my shoulder. Alex had buried his head into my neck, and I assumed these were tears. I hugged him tighter, not even caring if my chest was touching his. I don't know what this means... are we still friends?

  He suddenly lurches from me, jumping off of the cot. I was correct, there were tears in his eyes. His face a red and his eyes looked devastated. "Then tell me..." his voice cracked and wavered so much, I was surprised he could talk at all. "Why d-d-did you..." He paced around the room, not end bothering to look at me.

  I felt myself curl into a ball. I slowly rocked myself back and forth, trying to distract myself from what I had done. "You're.... but... but you kissed me!" He finally looked me in the eye, in which there was the tiniest most absurd light of hope in his eyes. I can't let him know, not yet. He looks destroyed enough... had I really meant that much to him?

  "Y-You don't...?" I looked at the floor. Not yet. Not. Yet. He wiped off his face, and his eyes suddenly look less distraught, and more vacant. He over enunciated his words. "Have a good rest of your night, Miss Jane.", saying the last part loud enough for the entire camp to hear. And then he left, without another word.

  I grab my pillow and hug it. Tightly. I cry into it, loudly. I sob and I sob, trying to force myself to stop, and stay quiet, though nothing works. I cry buckets and buckets. I wonder if I'll ever stop...

*time-skip for like 5 minutes*

  I grab the basket he brought and I chuck it out the tent door. On an impulse, I run out of the tent, only wearing shorts and an oversized long sleeve pajama shirt. I knock on the tent flap, hoping Laf is still awake and in his tent. On almost every tent there's a sign that says, "Out for drinks!", not including Lafayette's. Only as the tent flap opens do I remember that Laf had changed tents to be closer to the lake.

  A short black-haired man stepped out and flashed a smile. It was only after he observed my state did he look sympathetic and concerned.

  "Is everything all right, M'am?" He touched my shoulder, but I pull away. "I am a Sir. And I'm afraid I got the wrong tent so-" I sniffled, "-I'll be leaving now." I started to walk away, a
but he stopped me. "Please! My name is Charles, and you are in no state to go anywhere. Let me help you." His eyes looked genuine, so I stayed.

  His tent was only a little bit roomier than mine, mostly because he had more stuff in it. I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me at the sight of his cot. I sat down and shivered. Running in the rain with shorts on and no shoes wasn't one of my better ideas.

  "Here, I made you some tea." He set down an already cool cup of tea next to where I was sitting. "How did you make me t-tea?" He sat down next to me, with his own cup. "I snuck out last night and got some tea, this is what was leftover." He took a sip. "Mmm. Just as good, though." I sipped mine, trying to keep my tears at bay. It didn't work.

  I let out a loud sob, covering my mouth as soon as I did. He jerked his head toward mine. "You never answered my question, sir. Are you alright?" He said, softer this time. "...y... I..." I couldn't force the words to come out. It should be easy to lie to this person. I barely know him, yet, somehow, I want them tell him everything. And I mean everything.

"I'm going t-t-to tell you something, but you have to prom-mise n-not to tell anyone." I shivered. I set the cup down on the floor. "I promise.". Well, here goes. "I'm-"

Just then, the tent flap burst open. It was Lafayette. "Mon ami! Are you alright?! I heard your cries." I leapt from the bed and hugged him tightly. "Uh... who is this?" I looked back at... Charles, was it? He looked confused, as he should be. "Doesn't matter. I'm safe n-now. I'll leave you be." I started to walk away, when I heard the sound of a gun being cocked.

"You're not going anywhere."

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IM BACK BABY!!!! WOOOOO!!!! Happy 2019 everyone! I've been working on this chapter for a while now, and I have no idea where this book is going... *shrugs*

I hope you enjoyed the chapter!!!

Byyyyyyyyyeeeeeee!!!!!!-

<Alexander's POV>

I wiped my eyes and walked out, into the rain. I walked the path that led to my tent. I was one of the few people that hadn't gone out for drinks after training, though I wish I had. I could use a drink right about now.

You see, the woman I'm in love just told me she's gay. Meaning, she's not into me. Meaning, she was using me when she kissed me. I can't believe, after all of the women I've been with, she's the one I actually fall in love with.

I've never believed in love, probably because of what my father did to my mother. I had seen love as something that was superficial, plastic, cheap, something that only lasted about a week. That is, until I met Jane Laurens.

Jane made me feel like no one else, like I was lighter than a puffy cloud on a cool August morning that casts a shadow on a schoolyard where laughter is heard. As warm as a sunset that is painted on a painting which is hung in a living room of a beautiful family with lovely children running around with a puppy.

  Perhaps that's all we were to her. Just an insignificant painting hung in a room, never to be looked at again. Just a shadow on a day that is so much more pleasant and fulfilling than a simple cloud. Just. That's all we were.
To her, anyways.

I wiped my eyes again, my face red from crying for hours. (Though it's only been 5 minutes, according to my watch) I had arrived in my tent and was now sitting on my cot. I burst into a sob, covering my head with my hands. I starting throwing things around the tent. I smashed a lantern, which left broken glass all over the floor. I broke my cot, which wasn't the best idea. (Though, neither is breaking my only lantern) I sobbed again, collapsing to the floor.

This is what I protected myself from. This is why I have walls. I let my guard down once and this is what happens. "I've learnt my lesson." I whispered to no one. God, maybe? Satan's more likely, considering the circumstances.

Suddenly, I heard a scream. It sounded like... no it can't be. Jane? I stayed where I was, not knowing if I should go to help. After all she did to me... I don't care. I don't care if it's rational. Or logical. I love her too much to lose her.

I leapt from the ground and raced out of my tent. The rain was pouring now, and it was hard to see. I felt a sharp pain in my side. I looked down. I had accidentally stabbed myself with a shard of glass from the floor. I tried to pull it out, but I didn't see the medic's tent anywhere close enough, and decided against it.

I ran as fast as I could (meaning I limped as slow as a snail) to where Jane was, or where I thought she was.

I got about 5 steps until someone grabbed me from behind. Over mine and someone else's muffled screams, I heard someone who sounded like Charles Lee say,

"And you're coming with me."

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