Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2005 10:08:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Justin S <kchsstucosilver@yahoo.com>
Subject: Being a Good Friend Part 5

	Rick and I stood in shock at the sight before us. Cameron standing
there completely drunk with a look of rage in his eyes and he just looked
ready to kill. He walked in the open door towards us. We back away. It went
on like this until he got halfway into the house.

	"Cameron, why don't you put the Jack Daniels down and we'll talk?"
Rick took a cautious step forward and put his hands up. Cam backed away,
took the bottle, and smashed it against a table. He held the jagged end in
front of him. I grabbed Rick by his shirt and pulled him back.

	"Don't tell me what to fucking do. For the last two days, I've been
trying to talk to Justin and you won't let me. This is none of your
business Rick. It's between me and Justin now." He took a step forward and
Rick pushed me behind him, since he was so much bigger and strong than I
was. Cam took a step forward and we took a step back.

	Rick tried to calm him down again, but he attempted to take a swing
at Rick with the bottle. Rick dodged it and came back to me, making sure I
was safe.

	"Cam, come on. You can't do this. Please, calm down and let us just
talk about this."

	"NO! I love Justin more than you ever will and you can't just take
him from me!" He approached us again and Rick took a brave step forward. I
tried to pull him back, but he brushed my hand away. He walked towards
Cameron with the intent of making sure that bottle didn't end up hurting
someone.

	As Rick got closer and closer to Cam, he lunged at Rick with the
bottle in front of him. Rick jumped to the left, landing on his feet and
grabbing Cam's arm. He twisted as far as he could. Cam moaned in pain and
dropped the bottle, causing it to break into a million tiny pieces of
glass.

	Out of nowhere, Cameron kicked Rick in the shin and they faced each
other. I stepped forward, but Rick pushed me back.

	"No Justin! I don't want you to get hurt. Just let me handle this!"

	Cam leapt towards Rick and they collided. Rick and Cam had each
other in wrestler's hold, so they could only move in a circle so they
didn't let go of each other. They pulled apart and Rick grabbed Cam by the
waist, lifting him in the air. Cam struggled and he kicked Rick in the back
of the head, causing Rick to fall do the ground and Cam went down with him.

	I screamed Rick's name as he went down. I wanted to run forward,
but my feet were frozen to the floor. I wanted to rush to Rick's aid, be by
his side and comfort him. But I couldn't. I could only watch.

	Cam took his opportunity with Rick on the ground to end up on top
of the fight. He kicked Rick hard in the side, causing his body to come up
a little. Cam kicked him again and again and again until he decided Rick
had enough. And the entire time, all I could do was watch.

	Cam stood over Rick's body, which lay limp on the floor. He looked
down and laughed in triumph and spit on Rick's back. He had knocked Rick
unconscious and kicked him while he was down. To me, he wasn't the winner
-- he was the loser and a jerk for what he did. But to him, he was the
winner.

	Cam started to walk over to me and I tried to back away. But I
still couldn't. I was in total shock and was glued to the floor. He leaned
in close to my face and traced the outline of my jaw with his finger. He
used his other hand to run his fingers through my hair. I tried to pull
away or move my head, but he grabbed my hair and turned my head toward him.

	"Seems you belong to me now, Justin. I don't know what you were
doing going to Rick -- I kicked his ass with no effort. You should have
stayed with me Justin. I don't like to lose."

	I spit in his face and he shook his head. "I won't ever be
yours. I'm not an object and I sure as hell don't belong to you --
especially if you are embarrassed of me." He smiled and shook his head.

	"You're messing with the wrong guy, Justin." He grabbed my hair,
turned my head, and kissed me hard. I tried to fight it, but he was
stronger than I was. The kiss was stopped halfway when he opened his eyes
wide and fell over.

	I opened my eyes and found Rick standing there with a yearbook in
his hands. He had crawled from the spot on the floor and grabbed it without
Cam knowing and used it to knock him unconscious.

	"Rick!" I ran forth to hug him and he winced in pain. I helped him
up and walked him over to the couch. I told him to lie down and I ran into
the kitchen. I got a couple ice packs and put one behind Rick's head and
one on either side of his stomach, where Cam had kicked him. Once Rick was
settled I dragged Cam to the other couch and laid him on his stomach. I got
another ice pack and placed it where Rick had hit him.

	I ran back to Rick's side and kneeled next to him. For the next two
hours, I was at his side holding his hand until he felt like he could walk
and I made sure he didn't have a concussion. Once he could, I helped him to
his bedroom and stripped him to his boxers. He got under the covers and I
followed, and he wrapped his arms around me. I close my eyes and started to
fall asleep cuddled up next to Rick, the man who fought for me and
protected me. As I began to drift off to sleep, I heard Rick move closer to
me and he whispered in my ear, "I love you Justin."

The End!

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