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Sorry I've not updated in... hell knows how long. I've just been poopy feeling. And... stuff. But the sunny weather has brought me back around for the most part, so I decided you guys needed a chapter finally. My school's out in about two months, and I can't fucking wait for the summer. : / Also, my parents decided that I shouldn't take medication. So there's no help for me. : (




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 I woke up the next morning to strange repetitive noises against my tent. Conner hadn't woken to the noise, which was strange because he wasn't a very deep sleeper. I shook him as the noises continued, his eyes fluttering open and his body flopping all over the tent until he finally figured out what was going on. His eyes squinted and he stared at the tent, watching shadows hit the material as the noises continued.

 "Pine cones." I mumbled groggily.

Conner lowered his eyebrows and glared at the sun coming in through the tent, the noises still continuing. Who the fuck was throwing pine cones at our tent?

 "Goddamn it! Stop throwing shit or I'll kick you in the face!" I yelled.

As you can tell, I wasn't really a morning person when it came to camping trips. The noises stopped and I heard mumbling outside of the tent. 

 "Well, jeez." It said

I recognized the voice. It was Matt. I snarled before ruffling my hair and rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Conner and I stood up in our tent, or at least, as tall as we could stand with the low ceiling. We fumbled around for a moment until we found the tent zipper, opening it as best as we could without falling over. As we stepped out of the tent we realized that everyone else was already up and about, wandering around in the main campsite and serving themselves breakfast. I was in a black t-shirt and baggy blue plaid pajama bottoms, my hair disheveled and my eyes sleepy. Conner followed, in similar attire, yet slightly altered.

 As we walked into the campsite I caught a glimpse of Gerard. He was helping the younger kids with their breakfast, making sure that they were all eating correct proportions and what not. I thought that it was pretty cute though, so I didn't mind. Conner and I trudged over to the food and got a little breakfast, though I wasn't really in the mood to eat that morning. Gerard had already seated himself in between a few kids, trying to ignore them as they blabbered away. He turned his head and for a second we shared a stare. We smiled at eachother for a moment before I turned away and found a spot to sit.

 While we sat there eating breakfast, I couldn't help but smile. Everything had worked out so well last night. I could only hope that it stayed this way until I was 18 and we didn't have to worry about all this stupid crap, but that seemed so far away. I didn't care how much older he was that me, that just made it a little more sexier. It was weird thinking about it though, because all of the girls I'd known that he'd dated were his age, and really pretty to boot. Thinking back on it now I think I was always jealous of the girls he dated. Not just because they were dating Gerard, but because they were older, and more attractive, and they were girls! They could date all the hot straight guys while I sat here and secretly gawked at the boys I'd never have a chance with.

 As I sat there and ate my breakfast, I hadn't noticed the smile on my face had turned to a scowl. I tended to do that sometimes, make faces while I thought about things yet never publicly voice them. It was a weird habit and of course Conner always asked,

 "What're you thinking about?"

I turned to face him, quickly shaking my expression away.

 "Hm? Oh, uh, nothing in particular." I lied.

I thought back on all of the pretty girls I remembered him dating. It wasn't fair! Just as I looked away from Conner someone sat down next to me. I turned slowly, recognizing the scent before anything else. That sickeningly wonderful smell of cologne that made me want to rip his shirt off. It was Matt. He smiled at me like an idiot, I just glared.

 "Why are you sitting here?" I asked, looking back to my food.

He stared at me like he had no idea what was going on.

 "I just finished my breakfast. I thought that I'd come over and say hi." He told me proudly.

I dropped my fork and turned my head sharply at him.

 "First off, why the hell would I want to talk to you? Secondly, why were you throwing pine cones at our tent?!" I snapped.

He held up his hands defensively, as if he was ready to push me back.

 "Woah, Antoinette told me to wake you guys up this morning." He told me, ignoring my first question.

She should have known better than to get Matt to wake us up, which is what made me think he was lying. Before I could say anything back I heard Gerard yell for him from the picnic tables he was at.

 "Matt, you wanna help me clean up here?" Gerard asked with a sort of annoyance.

Though Matt did have responsibilities, I knew Gerard was only calling him over because he wanted to get him away from me. Whether he wanted to get him away from me because he hated him talking to me, or because he knew I hated him, I couldn't figure out. Maybe both, either way, I was glad. I gave him a sarcastic smile as he walked away, trying to ignore me.

 That day we were going to the other side of the lake that was across from the dunes. There was a little shore kind of thing and a floating dock that everyone loved to swim around. I wasn't going to swim though, as I didn't really feel like getting all wet and stuff. Though I wasn't going to swim, I was going to take my shirt off and pretend to tan so Gerard could stare at me like I knew he would, even if I didn't even like having a tan. I was becoming very familiar with his habits, it seemed. As we walked on the path to get to the little shore where everyone swam, yet another memory came back to me.

 It was a year ago, I walked alone on the same exact path, following the group back to camp. I had yet to talk to Matt that year, but I would always stare at him when he wasn't watching. All of a sudden he jogged up beside me.

 "Hey." He stated simply.

I looked up at him, making sure that he was really talking to me and not someone else. I was pleased to find that there was a considerate amount of space between the people in front and the people behind me.

 "Hi." I said shyly.

He smiled down at me as he kept walking, keeping the cool complex he always carried.

 "How come we never talk?" He asked.

I didn't look at him for a moment, staring out on the lake as I thought about it.

 "I don't know. I guess it's just kind of weird since your my brothers friend." I told him, still looking away so I didn't have to look in his pretty eyes.

 "So? You can hang out with us. Theo doesn't always have to be there, ya know?"

Theo wasn't a volunteer that year, so he had to come the weeks I came. I was nervous now, I really had no idea what to say to that. I tried to smile as I stared back up at his gorgeous face.

 "Okay." I said, actually feeling pretty happy now.

He smiled and jogged ahead of me, leaving me by myself again. And that was the beginning of the first summer romance I ever had.

 Conner shook my shoulder and brought me back out of my flashback moment.

 "Jeez man, what's up with you?" He asked jokingly.

I smirked and shook my head.

 "I dunno, I just keep getting these weird memories."

 "I told you, Frank. It's time to forget it all." He told me, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I stared up at the sky as I contemplated it all, still thinking about last summer somewhat.

 "Well I'm not sad about it or anything. It's just weird thinking back a whole year ago. It seemed like it was just yesterday kinda." I told him, looking at him sideways.

 He shook his head and looked down at his feet.

 "I know what you mean."

Everyone got to the shore just before twelve o'clock, the sun throwing rays through the scattered clouds. I smiled up at the sun, happy about it for once, the warmth was just what I needed. Conner and I took our shirts off, ready to go sit in the sand and just hang out. Everyone either changed into their swimsuits or sat on the little deck area that was just off the sand, everyone doing their own thing. I sat on the shore next to my best friend, the gentle lake water barely moving against the land. I looked around me, scanning for Gerard. I was pleasantly surprised to find him standing not too far behind me. He felt me looking at him, but just looked out on the horizon with a happy look in his eyes. I knew he was happy right then.

 "Watcha' doin'?" I asked, turning my upper body towards him slightly.

He looked down at me, smiling widely.

 "Going swimming." He replied.

I stared at him. Gerard was still wearing his shirt. What was he talking about? Then, all of a sudden(and with great haste) Gerard flipped his shirt off, and pulled down his pants, revealing a pair of swim trunks. I giggled at how expertly he got undressed, and within that I giggled again, as it was a bit suggestive. I continued looking up at him.

 "You're good at that." I told him.

My heart skipped as he winked at me before running off towards the dock with a few of the kids. I knew Gerard wasn't exactly the kind of guy who liked to swim, but he had a duty with all the kids, and he couldn't turn them down. I almost wished that I was the kind of person that swam, but I wasn't into the whole "wet" thing, plus it messed up my hair. Dirty lake water. Conner and I chatted away most of the time, or wandered around and hung out with our friends. Gerard would come back on shore every now and then to eat or to just hang out.

 Conner and I sat on a picnic table, our feet on the bench. It was usual for us to sit on top of the tables, as neither of us really liked chairs or seats, which is one of the reasons we always sprawled all over the bus like cats in the sun. We both sipped at our sodas, and Conner ate some chips, our eyes staring out onto the lake. It was still pretty early, probably around 12. It made me happy when I knew we had the whole day to waste, it was one of the main reasons I loved the summer time. It was sunny, and there was nothing to do. It made me smile. Though I knew that attending the summer camp that I did was always dramatic, even though it was only my third year.

 Gerard walked over to us, a towel flopped over top of his head. He was now dry for the most part, except his hair, which was only damp. He wore his usual attire now, tight jeans, a t-shirt, and a jacket, though I didn't know what he was doing wearing a jacket on such a warm day. He sat down next to me on the table, his hands folded and in between his legs, which were spread casually. How in the world did he always manage to look so cool while I always looked so frumpy? We all talked for a while, our little secluded picnic spot behind some trees right off the lake was perfect for just talking. No one could see us unless they intentionally looked behind the trees, and no one could really hear us, so it was fine to just be ourselves for once. Once the subject we were talking about ended, I really didn't have much to say, so I just stared up at him. He looked down at me, a contemplative look on his face. I tilted my head, curious as to what he was thinking about.

 "You're a good kisser." He said quietly.

I blushed so hard I thought my face might explode from all the blood rushing to it. I looked away a little bit. I didn't really know what I would do in a position like this.

 "Well... it wasn't really a deep kiss or anything... I'm a bad kisser." I told him shyly.

Thought I had kissed people before, and none of them had ever said anything, I still felt like I was doing something wrong.

 "I liked it. I think it's because I'm so much taller than you." He laughed.

 I elbowed him a bit, as he knew I was sort of sensitive about my height.

 "Hey, that's not very nice." I told him, scowling up at him.

Conner giggled a little behind me and I lowered my eyelids. Gerard stared down at me with such a funny look in his eyes. Something I'd never seen before. It was a misty stare, sort of lazy, but it was peaceful. It drew me in close to him, but I was clueless as to why. Our faces got dangerously close, and my heart was racing. What if someone saw us doing this? He'd be in so much trouble. He'd probably never forgive me if he ever lost his job. He always talked about how it was his dream job and how he'd been going there since he was just a little kid. I'd feel terrible if I took that away from him.

 "I meant it as a compliment, kid." He said softly, his breathe touched my mouth gently, reminding me of how close we were. His mouth lowered, his hand moving to my neck on the opposite side of where his head was going. My hands couldn't help but reach around his torso, floating lightly on his ribs. I whimpered as his lips connected with my neck, his soft lips and breathe making a warm spot. He slowly started kissing my neck, sucking a bit as his lips worked away. I stared off into space and he moved around a bit, moving over my jawbone and neck so naturally. He was so experienced and it worried me that he might be weirded out by how... unexperienced I was.

 He finally parted from my neck, tilting his head a bit and staring into my eyes, that look still on his face. Almost expresionless. His angelic eyes looked down at my lips, but my eyes stayed on his face, not wanting to see anything else for the rest of my life. And then our lips touched for a second time, I wasn't sure, but I think I was trembling. I closed my eyes slowly, though not wanting to take my eye off the path where people might walk in and see us. Gerard's hand snaked up slowly resting on my cheek, his thumb right on my cheek bone, resting lazily.

 Before I knew what was happening I felt his lips part slightly, and his tongue slither barely past his teeth. Without thinking I parted my lips too, slightly angling my head more so he had more access. His tongue was even more manly than mine, the way it could take control of my mouth so easily scared me a bit, but I think I liked it. I think I liked that he was older than me, and that there was so much danger in what we were doing. That thought ran through my head again, like it was always in the back of my head, and I'm sure that it was. I felt like I was melting, our bodies so close that I could feel the heat coming from him, even in the warm weather.

 His tongue slowly worked against mine, our lips parting and switching around a bit now and then. It was becoming hard to breathe. I'd never kissed Gerard like this before, but I liked it. I'm sure Conner felt awkward, but I ignored it(more like I couldn't think about it even if I wanted to) and pressed further onto Gerard's lips. It was then that I noticed his hand on my waist, like I was a girl or something, and I guess in that relationship I was. I hadn't thought about it like that before. Gerard was the man and I was the woman, despite the fact that I also had a penis(which was beginning to feel pretty attentive at that moment). I mumbled a small noise into Gerard mouth through my helpless breathing.

 "G-gerard," I said quietly through muffled lips.

 "I don't want to get-" He didn't seem to want to let me speak.

"Caught." I said quickly, pushing him away slightly.

 I stared up at him, my cheeks flushed and my eyelids heavy. My mouth felt sore or something, and so did my neck. His mouth was pulled up into a smirk, a face that I was so jealous he could pull off. It made me want him more, but I couldn't encourage him when it was so dangerous to do anything.

 "Awh, but that was so fun. You were making such cute noises." He told me, his hand running along my chin softly.

I blushed even more. I was making noises? I knew I'd whimpered but I wasn't aware of anything else. My eyes stayed lock on him, my mouth closed in a sort of scowl. A little 'mh' noise came from my throat, like I didn't know what to say. I turned my head away, not wanting to embarrass myself any longer. Of course I turned right toward Conner, who was looking up into the trees with an annoyed look on his face. I wanted to tell him I was sorry for doing that in front of him, because I knew he was straight, and I kind of just ignored him there, but my mouth couldn't form words. I just stared awkwardly at the ground, trying to ignore Gerard's gaze.

 "Well, I gotta go take care of some kids." He said cheerfully, hopping up from the table.

I looked up at him, my cheeks still slightly flushed. He smiled at me, and I couldn't help but smile back like an idiot. After all, how could you not?

 "M'kay." The awkwardness was wearing off, and I didn't feel so tongue tied.

 "Bye Conner." Gerard said, waving a little as he began to walk off.

We both sat in silence for a moment, neither of us knowing what to say. I finally worked up the courage to at least apologize to him.

 "S-sorry." I said, wincing a little.

Conner looked at me funny, then moved his gaze slightly, then turned his head. He did that when he was thinking.

 "Nawh, it's cool man. Don't sweat it." He told me, flicking the dirt around with a long stick.

 "Well, I feel kind of douchey doing that to you. Sorry if it was gross to you." He said, looking down sort of ashamed.

He laughed a little and elbowed me.

 "It didn't gross me out or anything, dude. I'm just not used to guys kissing in front of me."

I giggled a little bit, feeling a lot more relieved that Conner didn't feel too bad about it. We sat for a moment, silently, but a good silence, a peaceful one. I smiled at the ground, thinking about how cute Gerard was right before he kissed me. Did he do that to everyone he kissed? Or was I some kind of exception? No, I'm not that special to him. We're not even dating. As soon as I realized that I felt kind of slutty. I sort of wanted to smack myself.

 "Ugh. I'm such a ho." I said putting my head in my hands.

Conner just laughed at me and continued flicking dirt around.

 "No, you're not. You're just... a bit skanky." He smiled widely up at me and I pushed him, almost scooting him off the table.

We laughed a little and started talking again. There wasn't any awkwardness like I thought there might be, which relieved me. Antoinette walked into the little picnic clearing and looked at us both funny. She probably thought we were flirting or something.

 "Time to go back to camp guys, we're gonna hang there until later this evening." She told us, hastily making her way about to tell everyone else.

 Just as Conner was about to get up, I stopped him.

 "So... was I really making noises?" I asked nervously.

He just giggled and walked out, me following close behind.

 "Hey! That doesn't answer my question!" I yelled, though we both knew I got the message.

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 We had stayed back at the main camp site for a few hours, just hanging out and talking while the little kids played games and stuff. The whole time I could only think about Gerard, and Conner knew it was best to just leave it alone instead of bugging me about it. Conner knew me pretty well, but sometimes he thought he knew me too well. I mean, just because he's only seen one side of me doesn't mean there's another side of me that I don't show around him. Almost like he thought he knew me better than myself, or anyone else. With that aside, we sat in silence for the most part. We played cards a little bit but one of the leaders told us to stop it because we were playing some crazy game where if you drew a six you got slapped and if you drew a 4 you got to pick someone to slap. That's pretty much what the older kids were all like, plus lots of secret sexual innuendos passed back and forth.

 After we passed most of the day away at the camp, it was time to go to the dunes again. I loved walking around the dunes during sunset. It was only like, 5 or 6, so we had about an hour or so before sunset to run around the dunes. Conner and I followed a bunch of kids to the top of a dune to watch circle fighting, which was a favorite pastime of a lot of the kids there, though I was never into it. It was funny to watch some kids go at it, especially the little girls, because sometimes they got really angry. As we stood around in the circle(the fight was held in the middle) I felt someone walk up behind me. I automatically knew who it was though. I felt hot breath on my ear for a second.

 "Hey Frankie." He said in a low voice.

I almost shuddered, but I held back enough to reply. I turned my head back and looked up at him.

 "Hi Gee." I smiled at him.

I turned back around, knowing that he was probably scanning my backside, like he usually did. But he wasn't a weird pervert guy somehow. He was really caring, and made me laugh a lot, so I was never creeped out by him or anything. The sun starting setting as the fights kept going, one match after the next, seemingly more interesting every time. I might have been partially gay but that didn't mean I wasn't still a boy who was amused by fighting. Just as I had forgotten that Gerard was standing behind me, I felt something brush my lower back. Gerard was now standing slightly to the side of me, but still behind me, his hand slowly sliding down my back. I giggled and twisted my head towards him,

 "Stop, someone might see." I whispered to him.

He smiled deviously and kept sliding his hand down, getting dangerously close to just groping my ass. Then he finally just rested his hand there, making the blood rush to my 'lower region' quicker than I thought it could. I hated how excited he made me without even doing anything too provocative. I flicked my head towards him, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably.

 "Gee!" I hissed playfully at him.

He just laughed a little bit and took his hand off of me, though I did like it for some reason. It was then that I got a wonderful idea. I looked at him and jerked my head towards another camp leader, signaling him to pay attention. My feet trudged through the sand until I reached the other leader.

 "Can I run back to the camp really quick and grab a flashlight?" I asked politely.

I knew what the answer would be already,

 "Not unless a leader goes with you."

Which is supposed to be like a "No, you retard" because they all hated catering to one single kid, but I had a plan. I looked back at Gerard and knew he immediately got it. He smiled and jogged over, around the circle of kids.

 "I'll go with him. We'll be really quick." He told the leader, smiling and circling his arm around my neck playfully.

I tried to keep from giggling and just started walking. Gerard came soon after, tackling me and sending us both into a tumble down the sand dune. I laughed, but tried to avoid sand getting in my mouth and eyes, though I knew it was helpless. We slowed down into a sluggish roll before I stopped myself and sat in the sad for a moment, wiping the sand from my face and ruffling my hair a bit as Gerard did the same. We stood up and started walking out of the little wooden fence that defined the border of the dunes.

 We started walking back to the campsite, which wasn't exactly close, and took a bit of walking. I remembered holding hands with Matt, secretly though, on the same path. It made me sad to think that I was such a fuck up. It made me feel like a giant whore, with Matt and now Gerard. Both older, both boys, and both at summer camp. I frowned to myself as we walked, looking at the ground lazily.

 "Hey, what's wrong Frankie?" He asked, sounding genuinely worried.

I looked up at him, trying to smile, but knowing that I failed. I didn't say anything, I just looked at him.

 "Come on Frank, what's wrong? You can tell me, babe." He said babe fast, like it fit so well, like it flowed, like it was natural.

He could be so calm and cool about everything, it just made me hate myself more.

 "I just feel so fucking stupid." I told him, looking away and into the trees that now surrounded us.

He grabbed for my hand, holding it softly, like it would hurt me if he held it tight.

 "Why? You're not stupid." He told me, staring at me with sad eyes.

 "Yes I am. I did all that stuff with Matt... and now... I don't know, I feel stupid for like... falling for you and stuff." I told him, trying to sound casual, but knowing that I sucked at it compared to him.

 "Frankie, what he did was stupid. That was his fault, how were you supposed to know he'd do that shit." He stopped walking and held my hand in his a bit tighter. I still looked at the ground.

 "And besides, what's stupid about falling for someone who loves you?" He asked, knowing it would make me look up.

And I did. I looked up with my stupid girl eyes at him, staring into his beautiful, emotion filled eyes. Did he just tell me that he loved me? I sort of smiled, but it was a guilty, sad, regretful smile. But my smile was put to an end with Gerard connected our lips again. For the third time, I kissed Gerard, and it was amazing. He started pulling my body onto a little path that lead off to the side of our destination, but kept our lips pressed as he walked backwards. I followed, not wanting to let our lips part. Finally he pulled away, still taking me with him wherever he was going.

 We stopped by a rather large tree, the sunset filtering through the leaves and letting everything glow with the bright, fiery hues. He was smiling with that crooked smile of his, his eyes lowered so perfectly. He backed me up into the tree this time, pressing my back against the bark, bugging me a little through my shirt. I liked that he took control like he did, it made me feel small, like he could hold me and keep me safe and warm. Our lips connected somewhere along the line, though I didn't exactly remember when, and Gerard started where he left off earlier that day, completely dominating me without effort.

 This time I could hear myself. I whimpered and moaned a little, but I couldn't help it, it just sort of came out. But Gerard liked it, so I made them sound even sexier than they were before, which made him even more dominant over me. His hands passed over my stomach, my hips, my shoulders, my waist, everywhere they could reach. His smell was peaceful, yet it excited me like nothing else.

 "Frank, you're, teasing, me." He said, in between kissing me and panting.

I just smiled and ran my hands up his body, lacing them loosely around his neck. I moaned again, but louder and heavier than I was before. Of course I expected Gerard to get even more aggressive, but I didn't expect what he did next. He hand slid down between my legs, making an awkward distance between us, yet not parting our lips. His big hand kneaded against my groin gently, making my abdomen tighten. I pulled away for a brief second to gasp, but Gerard caught my lips again. I grunted and moaned into his mouth, my back wriggling against the tree and my chest and stomach convulsing. I pulled my lips away and moaned as he started doing it harder, then harder, and harder, until I had a full on boner, and he was hurting me. I pulled his head into the crook of my neck so I could breathe.

 "Gerard, you're, hurting, me." I replied, mocking his earlier statement, but in a sexier voice.

He gently bit my jugular vein, sending my body into another series of chills. He grabbed my hips tightly, pulling my forward and turning me against the tree, so my stomach was against the tree and my hands were propping me against it. My eyes shot open for a second,

 "Ger-gerard. What are you doing?" I asked, fear suddenly striking me.

He laughed softly into me ear, pressing he body against mine for a moment. His hands reached around to my crotch, unzipping my zipper and undoing my button. I whined softly against the tree, hoping to God that Gerard wasn't trying to go too far right now, because I wasn't ready. His soft hands tugged at my pants, pulling them down about half way down my thigh. His thumb then tucked into the edge of my boxers, dangerously close to my erection. And, as expected, he started to pull my boxers down.

 "Gerard, I think we should stop now. Gerard?" I pleaded quietly, knowing he was going to ignore me anyways.

My hips were jerked back, forcing me to bend forward slightly, not much, but it did relieve a bit of pressure. I continued whining, but I tried to stifle it because I didn't want to be too loud. My eyes were clenched shut as he reached down to grab my shaft in his hand. Well, at least we weren't fucking, but I still didn't want to deal with this right now. There would have been awkwardness, but there was no time to think about anything but Gerard's hand as it started moving.

 He moved expertly on my erection, making me whimper.

"Gee, really, what if someone sees?" I whimpered so quietly, it might have been a whisper.

 His hand kept at it though, sliding up and down, making my hips twist around a little. I lost control over my voice box, little shouts of pleasure escaping my throat every time he moved his hand. It started slow, but it got faster, and I got louder, faster, and louder, until I thought I might explode. My abdomen tensed over and over again, trying to keep in what I was feeling.

 "Come on Frankie." Gerard encouraged, his breath hot on my neck.

I didn't want to let go, but I knew I needed to or I'd fucking lose it.

 "G-Gerard." I whisper-yelled shamefully, my cum releasing onto the ground.

He hand pulled back slowly as my knees started weakening, ready to give out almost. I was sort of angry, but I couldn't think about being angry when I had just gone through such bliss. He left me against the tree, panting slightly as my body trembled a tiny bit.

 I couldn't even think about what had happened at the time, it was like nothing ever happened and I was just imagining it or something. Gerard and I made our way back to the dunes in silence. He seemed so nonchalant about it all, which is maybe why I was debating whether or not that had really just happened. My hands were shaking a little, so I kept them shoved into my pockets. My heart would have been racing if I had had time to register everything that just happened. I think I was happy? But I wasn't sure. More just confused than anything.

 Gerard and I went back to the top of the dunes. Everyone had stopped circle fighting, but we all sat up there still, just hanging out and talking while most of the younger kids ran around in the sand. Gerard made no suggestive comments, no weird moves, nothing. He just looked at me with a happy smile, but I couldn't help but feel like a skank or something. I kept mostly quiet the rest of that night.




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Just decided to throw that at you. And yes, Gerard will do some fooling around from here on, but I swear it wont ruin the story. Please keep reading! Also, PLEASE REVIEW. Thank you kids.




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