RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

I look back at Matt in the water again to see his movements are getting slower as he dips into unconsciousness.

"Shit! Hang on Matt." I yell to him as I take a deep breath and dive into the water. My body instantly regrets this as soon as I hit the surface. This water is so cold, it's like ice.

I push this aside though and just concentrate on saving Matt. I swim over to him, underwater, so I can get to him and then hold him above water as I swim up back to the slope at the other end of the pool. I can hold my breath for a good 2 minutes so I'll be fine.

I grab Matt by the back and pull him to me, taking his head in my hands and keeping us both above water.

"It's OK buddy. I've got you." I say with chatting teeth as I try to swim us both to the other end of the pool.

I can feel his arms around me but I can't make any sounds, movements or anything. It's like I'm paralysed. It's really not the kind of thing I'd hoped for right now. Death, great. Life, great-ish - aside from Alex, I'm not exactly unhappy. But paralysis kinda sucks ass. I can't open my eyes. It's like I'm asleep but aware of everything happening.

I don't fight it, instead choosing - like the sick, messed up mind I am - to focus on the fact I'm in Alex's arms, no matter how bad the situation. He saved me, so he obviously does give a shit about me.

It's still not enough though.

My knee hits the bottom of the pool with a thud and I cry out. I know that I have hit the other end of the pool so I'd be able to walk up here with Matt around my shoulders.

I grab Matt and hoist him up onto my shoulders as I try to make my way up the slope, panting all the way. I must be insane for doing all this. Would I really do this for any one else though? I mean, I don't think he was even drowning, just... confused and disorientated. I did act pretty quick. But maybe it was just the guilt dripping through again.

Before I can make any more thought about this situation, I am at the side of the pool. I place Matt down onto the tiles, hoping that I remember all the things that need to be done in CPR.

"Crap. Erm..." I say as I bite my lip.

I can't remember what goes first!

I'm vaguely aware of out of the water now. The tiles are cold on my back, I'm stupidly worrying about how shit I look right now. I'm not even thinking about the fact I'm probably causing Alex to worry, to wonder whether I'm okay. No, all I can focus on is how disgusting and repulsive I must look.

I have some seriously messed up priorities. At the same time, it's reassuring me that I'm not dead and I'm obviously not dying. If my brain can function enough to process the gayest of the gay thoughts, it's definitely going to be okay.

"OK. OK. Erm, check the airway, yes..." I say to myself.

I talk myself through my health class from school, well what I remember what I wasn't throwing spit balls at people.

I follow all the main priorities in my head before ticking them all off and looking down at Matt. Well, there is only one thing left that's not ticked.

This could have being anyone else and I would have being fine. Why did it have to be Matt after all we have being through? I push this to the back of my mind and just try and focus on saving my friend.

I pinch the bridge of his nose and bend over him, closing my eyes and pressing my mouth to his and passing air through into his lungs, holding onto his chest to feel it rise as I do so.

If I didn't already think I was dying, I'm pretty sure I am now. Alex is kissing me. After three long years of waiting, pining, dreaming, his mouth is finally on mine. I'm in heaven, maybe that's it? Maybe I've died and I have actually gone to heaven.

As I feel his hot breath being forced into my lungs, I can't help but feel a tiny bit disappointed. He's just trying to save my life. Damnit. However, this doesn't mean I shouldn't revel in the fact I'm finally tasting him.

As another breath is forced into me, I figure I should probably make my big awakening. It's supposed to be dangerous doing this when someone doesn't need it.

I force my eyes open and push him away from me, coughing up water I didn't even realize was there before gasping for air.

Shit, I really was out of it...

"Oh Thank God!" I say a little too loudly as I watch Matt cough up some water.

I reach my hand behind him and rub at his back to up him get all the water out, shaking a little as I do so, I am actually freezing here.

"You're OK. Thank God." I smile widely, feeling pride with myself that I managed to save him. And I can't seem to wipe this smile off of my face either as I look down at him.

"You're OK."

I look up at him, smiling.

I can't really say anything. I want to thank him, I want to make some quip about him giving me the kiss of life. I want to do something sexy, something intelligent. Instead I just do the most stupid thing I've ever done in my life, something I'd never have done had I not just almost died.

I don't even care about the consequences anymore. I just need to feel him against me without there having to be some kind of life-saving technique involved.

I grab his face as best I can and I kiss him.

I widen my eyes as he kisses me.

How did I not see this coming?! Maybe he's just thanking me for saving him. Of course he's not doing it because you saved him. He's doing it because he's in freakin' love or lust with you. But, hang on a minute, this actually feels pretty good. He's actually a really good kisser. And it's not like anyone is here to judge me for this. So, maybe a little return won't hurt that much, right?

I let him continue to kiss me for a little longer before pulling away smiling at him. No fear, no disgust, nothing like that. I don't want him to feel any worse after nearly drowning now, do I?

He didn't pull away from me in disgust! Either I was dreaming or I was wishing really, really hard but I swear he even kissed me back a little. I can't wipe the smile off my face. It doesn't really mean anything, it's not as if he's suddenly going to decide he wants to be with me.

"I win. I may not have your heart but at least I got your gay lip virginity." I say with a smirk, "I can live with that for now."

I squeeze his shoulder, "Thank you for saving me."

I smile a little at this before getting up from my position on the floor and go to grab my clothes.

I quickly pull on my hoodie, snuggling into the fabric before walking back over to Matt holding my jeans.

"Sorry. I was just really, REALLY cold." I laugh a little as I shiver a little more.

"So, you and me are cool now, right? No more avoiding each other in the halls because... jeez Matt, I did really miss you, y'know? I haven't told anyone half the things I told you, I've missed being able to do that."

He missed me? I can't help the smile which crosses my face at this knowledge. I didn't realize how close we'd got. I think I can deal with just being his friend for now. I'm still upset that he doesn't feel the same, that I may never have him completely. But being his friend is better than nothing. At least now I don't have to be so subtle when I'm admiring him.

I nod at him, "Yeah, we're cool."

I get up off the floor, smiling widely, "I'm sorry I've been such a freak over the past few weeks. I should just have sucked it up, got over it all."

I briefly contemplate hugging him before thinking better of it. I'm fucking drenched, he doesn't need me getting him all wet.

"Just pretend I'm hugging you to cement the whole 'we're good' thing." I gesture down at my wet clothes, "I'll keep the cold to myself, yeah?"

"Well, I'm net exactly toasty warm under here y'know." I laugh a little.

I move a little closer to him and hold out my arms anyway, guessing he probably wants this hug a lot and it's mean more to him than it does to me, so I comply.

I embrace him and pat him on the back, in one of those cliché "man hugs" you see on the TV before smiling up at him and speaking.

"Well, it's getting kinda late. I guess I better head back to my dorm. Chris will probably be pulling his hawk out worrying." Or crying to someone that he has lost me for a cheap fuck. Who knows?

[[Ooh, do I sense a twist?]]

I nod at him, "Okay, I'd better head back too actually. Get dry..."

Gush to Zacky about the fact I finally got the balls to kiss you.

"I'll see you later, yeah?" I ask hopefully.

I'm sort of hoping things can get back to how they were between us. I'd been enjoying spending time with him, getting to know him properly, getting to hang out with him, trying to work my magick. Which failed granted, but still.

"I mean, it's a Tuesday... technically. Isn't that supposed to be our 'Grand Bitching Soap Opera' night?"

"Not since they moved Los Villa Garcia to Wednesdays." I say to him with a laugh.

I do miss those Tuesday nights. We'd just be sat up in my room, with Chris sometimes, all of us watching these cheesy soap operas. Both me and Matt trying to catch Chris crying over some really dramamtic sense. We need to do them again soon. It's not so much fun laughing at Chris without Matt there.

"So, I'll see you for Wednesday instead then?"

[[A twist? WHERE? *looks around frantically*]]

I smile at him, "I wouldn't miss it for anything. I need to find out where Pedro hid Miranda's dead fathers jewels."

I don't really care about the soaps, I just like spending time with Alex. That said, the shows do have the potential to be pretty fucking hilarious. It sometimes feels like a massive soap opera in this place. All the twisty, turny love stories, the sluts, the prudes. There's never any buried treasure though.

"But now, I gotta go sleep or I'm not going to be conscious enough for lessons tomorrow. And I don't need another Brody rude awakening."

I shudder remembering the last time she was sent to get me out of bed when I didn't wake up. Breasts everywhere. It was traumatizing.

[[I shall pop it in the discussions post.]]

"Ooooh yeah, I remember when you told me about that." I laugh as I start to walk up the stairs behind him.

We walk up to the main corridor together, whispering a bit more now so we don't wake anyone up.

We get to my room first and I stop outside.

"So, I'll see you later then Matt." I smile as I put my hand on the handle of my door, hoping to God that Chris isn't behind it with someone else in there.

I smile at him, resisting the temptation to try kissing him again. I know he's not interested but maybe if I keep dropping the idea out there, it might make him at least think about it.

"Yeah. Thanks again, man." I say, grinning a little.

I turn away and start walking back towards my room, high as a fucking kite.

I smile and walk into my own room quietly.

I shut the door behind me and lean against the wood frame, closing my eyes and sighing deeply.

God, why has this happened to me? Why has someone I can't control happened? Normally things go great for me and I can control them, but now. I can't get off this ride, can I?

I push myself off the door frame and open my eyes, making my way to my drawer to get a towel to dry myself of with. I peel off my hoodie and throw it along with my jeans to the floor. Then I peel off my soaked boxers before I go about drying myself.

I watch as my good, naked friend starts towelling himself off. I'm supposed to be asleep but it's pretty much impossible to get to sleep when there are people walking around in this place. The floors creak like a bitch.

"You ought to be careful doing that in here." I whisper to him, "There's all kinds of perverts around."

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't admiring his body. I defy anyone to have a naked Alex in front of them and not be drooling all over them.

"Who were you talking to outside?"

I jump a little and whip my head around to look at Chris with wide eyes. I watch him as he turns on his lamp and I quickly wrap my towel around my waist.

"Are you one of those perverts Chris?" I say with a slight smirk as I walk over to his bed and take a seat on the edge.

"I was actually talking to Matt. We sort of- made friends again. I kinda saved him from drowning and- yeah." I smile a little at the prospect that I possibly won't be hated by everyone in the school now.

"So, can't sleep then?" I ask Chris with a sincere smile as I look at his mattered, half flattened 'hawk sticking out in all directions.

"Halle-freaking-lujah!" I say as I sit up in a more comfortable position, "Does this mean it's safe for us to actually walk the halls? Or for me to walk the halls at least. I don't care about you, you're big, you can handle yourself."

I pause to let out a loud, over the top yawn, "But I was getting yelled at for actually being your friend, I'm only little, I can't handle all the big guys in this school."

I try to resist the temptation to make some kind of sexual innuendo. Now's just not the right time. 3.47AM isn't innuendo time, got to wait until at least 4.

"Nope, I've been awake ever since you left, just wondering why you'd forsaken me, why you'd left my side!" I bring my hand to my chest and pretend I'm choking on a sob, "Oh woe is me, my big hunk of a roomie has left me!"

I roll my eyes at him.

"I went for a swim to clear my mind is all. I thought you were asleep anyway." I say as my way of an apology.

"And you may be small Chris. But you know as well as I do know much of a little bitch you can be," I laugh, "And I mean that in the most loving way possible." I smile sweetly at him and pat his knee.

God, it does feel like a weight has being lifted now that Matt's on my side again. But why do I still feel so... weighed down?

"You're mean." I stick my tongue out at him.

Maturity is way too overrated.

I look over him. He still looks troubled. This isn't the carefree, laid-back Alex I know.

I know on his head, "Penny for 'em? Something's messing with you brain and I don't appreciate it stealing my job, thank you very much."

I shrug and lean back against the wall, just letting the towel fall into my lap, not really too worried now. It's not like Chris hasn't seen it all before anyway.

"I don't know really. I just, I've got this uneasy feeling that everything isn't all sorted, y'know. Like something's going to happen. Something's going to fuck this all up, that I won't be able to control. And I hate not being in control." I say.

I wring my hands in my lap and sigh, resting my head against the cold wall behind me and look sidelong at Chris.

"I'm probably just being over dramatic but the feeling's still there."

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