Samston High

Bueard took the other's head and cradled it, "my other brother is very strict," he sighed, "I don't know his view of homosexuallity, but I'm guessing it's not good," he ran his fingers through the purple hair. God, he will miss this... "I... I might not be able to see you again..." a single tear streamed down his face, biting his lip to hold back the rest.

'Another brother? Wonder if he's as crazy as Greg...' Zane felt a pang of guilt and self-disgust as soon as that thought crossed his mind. Greg was dead now, and because of him, no less. The least he could do is feel a little sympathy. Besides, there were other things to think about besides the mental state of Bueard's living sibling. Like, for example, the fact that he may never get to see the other boy again after tonight. He let a few tears soak into the Brit's shirt. It shouldn't be like this. They'd both lost so much, now they might lose each other after just one day. It wasn't fair!

Pulling himself together, Zane straightened himself out, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Well then," he began, looking up at Bueard with a sad smile. "Guess we'd better make the most of tonight." Rising onto the tips of his toes, he was barely tall enough to press a kiss to the brunette's lips. If this was their only chance to make this into something worthwhile...he'd take every second he was given.