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Third Person POV

With almost superhuman strength, Cooheart twisted his face away from Title's and pushed him away. Then he quickly waded through the fast running water, almost losing his balance just before he got onto dry land, and then started sprinting towards Kao.

"P'Kao! Stop! Please!" Cooheart yelled at the top of his lungs.

To Cooheart's dismay, the faster he ran, the faster Kao ran as well.

Finally, losing breath, Cooheart stopped beside a tree that was along the path. He leaned against the trunk for support and yelled as loud as he could, "P'Kao, why are you running away?"

Kao stopped running for a few seconds just to turn around and reply, "Why are you running after me?"

"Because... because... " Cooheart was sobbing now, "... because... I don't want you to leave me, P'Kao, I want to be with you."

Kao stared hard at Cooheart as if trying to determine whether Cooheart meant what he just said or not.

Then he asked, "Are you sure you don't want to spend the rest of the day with Title?"

"Yes, I'm sure, P'Kao!" Cooheart declared vehemently. "I wish to spend your special day with you. Let's celebrate it the way we had planned before I came here with the group."

Kao continued to stand rooted to his spot, indecision written all over his face. Was Cooheart sincere about wanting to be with him? He debated long and hard within himself.

Then he started walking slowly towards Cooheart. Cooheart did not wait for Kao to reach him. He closed the distance quickly and fell into Kao's welcoming arms.

Then Cooheart noticed a triumphant smile on Kao's face as he looked behind Cooheart. Cooheart turned around to see Title standing beside the same tree that Cooheart had stopped to lean against for support earlier. Title was doing the exact same thing that Cooheart had done earlier against the tree except that Title was staring silently at both Kao and Cooheart, his face twisted in a mixture of sadness and bitterness.

Cooheart moved away from Kao.

"I... I...," he started to say as he made a step towards Title.

"No!" Kao cried out, grabbing Cooheart by the wrist, "you're not changing your mind on me now!"

Then in a softer tone of voice, Kao added, "Let's go, love."

The endearment slipped out of Kao's lips, making his ears go pink because he had not said anything to Cooheart before now about his feelings for him.

A very guilt ridden Cooheart stumbled back towards Kao and both Kao and Cooheart quickly made their exit while Title could only look on helplessly.

Back in the river, Mean thought that the shrieks coming from Plan were just shrieks of fun and excitement. He did not realize right away that Plan was shrieking because an unusually long river eel had accidentally got itself entangled around one of Plan's ankles.

When Mean finally realized that Plan's shrieks were shrieks of horror he ran to Plan's side and carried him out of the water.

He grabbed Plan's shirt and spread it on a dry spot of grass and made him sit on it. Then he gently extricated the still wriggling eel out of Plan's ankle and then slowly carried it back to the river and gently dropped it into the fast running water. Mean watched as it quickly swam away and disappeared from his sight.

Mean then made his way back to Plan, bending to grab his clothes along the way and putting them on while walking, just briefly stopping as he put his underwear and pants on so that he would not lose his balance.

Plan had also already hastily put his clothes back on but the fright and anxiety were still clearly evident on his face. Mean slowly sat down beside him and gently draped an arm around Plan's shoulder.

"Hey," he said, "you didn't lose a leg. It could've been worse."

He leaned forward to examine Plan's ankle. "You didn't even have a single scratch. Let's forget about the incident. Let's go back to the house and get something cold to drink. My throat is parched."

He almost added "parched for you" but bit his tongue, mentally scolding himself for the unbidden thought.

"Yes, let's do that," Plan agreed, quickly standing up and promptly losing his balance as a result of his quick movement.

Mean was quick to catch him before he could hit the ground.

There was a palpable tension in the air as Mean held Plan, not wanting to let him go.

Plan had a quizzical look on his face as he tried to move away but Mean held him fast. Plan could sense what was going to happen as he watched wide eyed while Mean slowly lowered his face to Plan's.

Plan pushed Mean away with a wild hoot of laughter.

"I'm not ready for your gay antics!" Plan said, still laughing.

Plan's laughter died down when he noticed that Mean was not laughing along with him. Mean's face was dead serious.

Plan held up an index finger in the air.

"Mean, we're great buddies," Plan said in a voice that invited no argument, "don't go around ruining our great relationship by doing anything stupid."

Mean forced himself to change his expression into a lighter one.

"Yessir!" he declared in a forced comical tone of voice, "aye, aye, sir!"

"Race you to the house!" Plan yelled already sprinting along the path leading back to the house.

When Mean reached the house way ahead of Plan, he waited at the front steps for a breathless Plan to arrive, and then said to him, "I don't know why you even try to challenge me to a race. You know that you will never win."

"Maybe one day I will surprise you," Plan replied, hurrying up the steps and going through the front door.

He stopped in his tracks as he watched wide eyed at the scene in front of him.

He pushed Mean and turned him around and motioned for Mean to go back outside.

"What's your problem?" Mean asked, a little annoyed. He was so longing for that tall glass of ice cold water.

"Sshhh," Plan scolded Mean, placing a hand over Mean's mouth.

And then Plan whispered, "Gun and the handyman are on the carpet floor going at it like they would never have the chance to do it again."

Little did Plan know that he had spoken words that couldn't be any truer. Gun and the handyman would never have the chance to do it again, because just at that moment Mark was slowly, determinedly, walking out of the kitchen with a giant butcher knife in his hands.

A split second after Mark raised the butcher knife above his head, Gun and Earth and Mark heard a shrill cry from the doorway of one of the two bedrooms.

"Mark! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!?!?"