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Chapter 8

Ryan, shortly after Jon, got up and slowly paced around to the front door of the community centre. He took in a deep breath and gave himself a few motivational words.

You can do this Ry. Hey, come on it's Brendon for god's sake.

He opened the door with a squeak, and was taken aback when a familiar touch grabbed his arm.

"Hey what fu-"

He was cut off when a familiar pair of lips reached his own. They were sweet. Tender. They felt like they cared. A simple kiss is all it was before he opened his eyes when they left.

"Did i scare you?" Brendon asked in a hush tone.

"No.. n-no. What? What is this?" Ryan asked, confused yet quite aroused.

"Well Jon had read my thoughts and he knew i was thinking about you and he told me you were thinking the same. I didn't think you were, you know. Like that. Neither did i really. There's just something about you. Your smile; when you actually do smile. You lips. Your honey eyes. You frail figure. I don't know. I- i really, um, like you."

They both just stood there looking like two awkward teenagers. Which in fact, they were.

"Oh right, well yes, he told me the exact same thing. Infact, that's where i was going before you grabbed me. To tell you. I don't understand why i feel like this. Your a twat and a sarcastic cunt and i hate..- i thought i hated you. But hate can never really be distinguished between love, either."

He paused.

"No wait, fuck, i didn't mean i love you, i meant you know, i may have thought i hated you but in fact really liked you, not loved, fuck fucking hell Ryan your such a-"

He was cut off by Brendon's lips once again clashing with his own. It's like they were a perfect fit. Molded to each other's grooves and structure of lips. They stayed that way for a while. Just a few releases for breaths. Nothing more of a kiss. Nothing less. They were content.

They heard a woman's voice and pealed away from each other just to catch the back of her head. They followed the sound of her voice as she was standing in front of the other boys in the locker room. They gathered around with the others in time to hear her speach.

"Ok i'm your new probation worker."

Before she could say anything else Brendon obviously had something to say about it.

"What happened the the big muscley tanned guy? Did he leave because we're too much for him? Couldn't handle us ey?"

"I take it your Brendon, yes?" She said without a word of doubt.

"Correct, and you are, beautiful?" He said trying to charm her.

"No, my name's not beautiful it's Catherine. And if you wouldn't mind i'd like to speak to you all."

A wave of worry washed over them all, giving them a sinking feeling in their stomachs.

"Your past probation worker, Adam, has gone missing. We're not sure where, why, or when but i'd like to know if you know anything?"

"I DO!" Brendon screamed.

"Really, well what!?" Catherine said hoping he knew where he mightv'e gone.

"Well, yesterday, i walked into the locker rooms to go for a piss, i mean i'd been working none stop for two hours and i was bursting, so i went for a slash and i heard these terrible grunts coming from one of the stalls, so i went and had a look. I didn't open the door, i just peeked over the top, and i found the probation worked with his hands wrapped around this mans waist, thrusting into the back of him making these horrible noises. It was like a fucking pig. He was really going for it, saying "who's your daddy?" over and over again, and when he eventually, you know, he screamed at the top of his lungs and let out an incredible sigh...."

Nobody said a word. Jon gave out a little laugh but Catherine shot looks at him.

Brendon continued. "So i recon they've flee'd to Australia or some shit to continue their rampant love affair."

The probation worker just looked at him as if to say, what just happened.

They all exchanged each other worried looks and Catherine thought something was going on, like they knew something. She left it for the time being, but would keep a close eye on them. Especially Brendon.