Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 13:52:46 -0700 From: Mel Mac <vocal76@yahoo.com> Subject: Endless 5 Wooohooo!!!!! Finally got another chapter out. I know that you have all been waiting like forever for this to come out. I got hit by like this big thing of writer's block. And then life started happening so you know how that goes. Yeah yeah... I know... excuses excuses... hopefully you won't have to wait as long for the next chapter to come out. And thank you all for e-mailing me to remind me that I was writing this. Love ya guys! vocal76 Evil Disclaimer: Any resemblance blah blah blah is coincidental... at least I think it is anyways. If you're under 18 please leave as you shouldn't be reading this anyways. If you're offended by homosexual material then you've come to the wrong place. Endless 5 ======================================================================== He lay there in a coma. It had been two days. The doctors had said that he had lost alot of blood, but he would make it none-the-less. Peaceful. Thats what Mike thought as we walked into Marc's room. His tears slowly brimmed to the surface and spilled over. Two days. It took him two days to work up the courage to even come this far. Two days. He still hadn't spoken to Marc's family much less any of their friends. They figured that he needed his space to deal with this. His own family let him have his space as well. He took a seat next to Marc's bed. He reached up to wipe away some of his tears then slowly reached out to touch Marc's face as a gesture to see if he was really there. Warm. He was still warm. He was alive. Mike managed a smile. He sat there in silence listening to the rhythmic, beeping concert of the various machines they had placed Marc on. "I love you." He finally said as he took one of Marc's hands in his own. He started crying and soon found himself resting his head on Marc's chest sobbing uncontrollably. "I love you." He mumbled again and again until the sobs died down. "Please come back to me... please..." he begged still sobbing every now and then. Mike clutched on to him still crying. It seemed like forever had came and gone before his tears stopped. He lay there with his resting on Marc's chest, listening to his heart beat, and his lungs breathe. "I love you..." he started. "And when you did what you did... I got scared.... but I love you..." he paused feeling a few tears come up again. "But I love you... and I just needed some time... and I'm sorry... oh god I'm sorry for making you feel this way... for making you..." he paused yet again to wipe away more tears. "For making you feel like... like you had to... like you... for... I'm sorry..." He started crying all over again. "I love you." he whispered again before he dozed off. He must have dozed off for almost an hour. He could tell he had cried in his sleep as well. Marc's gown was soaked from his tears. Mike sat back down, still holding onto one of Marc's hands. "I love you..." he said calmly. This time no tears came. He paused for a bit before he continued. "When you... when you kissed me..." He stopped for a minute. "When you started kissing me... I wanted to kiss you back... but I was scared... and things were happening too fast." He gently squeezed Marc's hand. "And then you... you... thats why you're here... and I've been a wreck since... well I've been a wreck since I started ignoring you... and even worse since I found out that you were here." Mike sighed and then slumped back into the chair. "Truth is... I've been in love with you for a long time. I don't even know why I hooked up with Janette. I mean... I knew that I was gay and that I had feelings for you. But I was afraid to tell you because I thought you'd hate me for being gay. And when you started in on me that one day. It seemed too good to be true and I started denying it all over again." He squeezed Marc's hand again. "I just needed a few days by myself to figure myself out again and find out what was going on in my head. I never thought that my being so selfish would make you want to do this." Mike rubbed his thumb gently over Marc's bandaged wrist. "I just want to make it up to you somehow. I know that I'll never forgive myself for what I caused you to do. But I want you to come back to me so I can make everything better." He brought Marc's hand to his lips and gently kissed it. "Please, babe, come back to me." Mike stood up, still holding onto Marc's hand. He leaned down and kissed him on the forehead before he walked out. ======================================================================== Okay yeah... I know I'm leaving off at like a weird place kinda but I'm gonna start writing the next chapter and hopefully I'll have it out pretty soon. Also... nah... nevermind... =) just mail me vocal76@yahoo.com... peace and adobo grease!