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I tapped my foot impatiently, like how I have been for the past hour. Jund said he would be back by sunset, it is midnight right now. Ever since we found these new people, he has acted like this. Never listening to me, driving me up the wall, doing things purposely to annoy me. Ever since he has been hanging out with this guy Lucas at the camp.

I don't even know why he would. He seems like someone Jund would completely hate. He is extremely goth, wearing only black and long sleeves. His skin is so white I could call him Casper, except he isn't exactly the friendliest person ever. He is a complete asshole. Always making rude comments and shit like that.

Jund said he was going to check the permimeter with him. I wouldn't be surprised if they had hopped the fence and ran off. At the camp we are staying, there is a brick wall and iron fences to keep the infected out. Every day we go around clearing out any of them that come up to the fence trying to infect us.

Wait a minute... what if he did hop that fence. Goddammit! Lucas is completely brainwashing Jund. I miss when he was my friend, didn't treat me like I was some stupid adult. I have told him time and time again I am in NO WAY his father, yet ever since Lucas was here he treats me like I am one. It is extremely annoying.

God. Why do I even care about what Jund is doing. He is sixteen now, let him be his own man. Let's see how long he can go before coming back to me... Why am I acting like a jealous girlfriend? Why am I jealous of Lucas anyway. Lucas is nothing, a worthless piece of shit.

I put my head into my hands. What is wrong with me? Why am I jealous that he is hanging out with Jund? They aren't doing anything why does it matter... Why does it matter to me if they are doing anything or not? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?

Suddenly I heard the front door open and close. I hear footsteps then Jund walking down the hallway past me. His walking is wobbly and unstable. He struggles with walking past the door and ends up tripping and falling. He begun laughing suddenly. "Jund," I asked, looking at the man hysterically laughing on the floor.

He stops suddenly and looked up at me," Ohhh! Hi Snakey." He is a giggling mess, as he holds onto the couch to help him stand up.

I get up and walk over to him. The scent of alchohol is very strong in my nose, and can see he just doesn't look right. "Jund, where were you? Why are you drunk?"

"HAHAHAHAHA! I am not drunk you shilly shilly Shnake. hehe, you are staring at me again," he giggled,slurring his words then walking very close to me.

"What are you talking about," I asked, tensing up as I felt his body press up against mine. I grabbed his shoulders to push him backwards slightly.

"I know you like me Snake," he slurred, running his hand up my chest. I shivered from his touch. Why was I so aroused by this. This is Jund, the little boy that I used to snugge at night when he got sad. The Jund that hugged me when I was feeling upset. He was so innocent... well up until right now.

But now that I think about it, I can remember him never let me go through his personal backpack or his room when we settled down. He would also always ask me about gay things. Is it okay? Are you okay with it? Why does God hate it? I always answered it was fine with me, because it was. But now that I think about it, could there be a possibility that Jund was gay? I suddenly felt his small skinny hand press against my crotch. YES HE WAS.

I quickly pushed him backwards, sending him tumbling towards the ground. Even if he was gay, I wasn't. And he is only 16, and he was drunk. That is NOT happening. Not now, not ever. But I sort of did want it to happen- NO! NONONO.

"Jund. Your drunk, you need to go to sleep. Even if you weren't drunk I still wouldn't do this, you are sixteen," I said slowly.

He smirks, then suddenly stands up straight, as if he wasn't drunk. His words were suddenly not slurred and made sense," So you are saying if I was 18 and not drunk, you would?"

I froze. "You aren't drunk," I asked slowly.

"Gurgling whiskey is a good way to fake it. Lucas helped me with that part," he replied, the smirk disappearing from his face, now replaced with a serious look.

"Jund, are you serious? You... You just... What the fuck is wrong with you," I asked, anger accidentally making it's way into my voice.

Jund's face dropped into a frown," Why do you stare at me, Snake? Don't lie please, just this once."

I looked down, and rubbed my face with my hand. "I-I-I don't know," I finished. That was a total lie. His eyes are fucking beautiful.

"Fine. Don't tell me. You know what, I don't need you. I can survive without you," he finished.

"Jund, what are you talking about," I asked, I heard my voice stutter quickly. He wouldn't leave, would he.

"Give me a gun," he demanded.

"You don't know how to shoot," I answered back.

"Don't care. Give me a fucking gun. Lucas will teach me," he said bitterly.

"Lucas? You are going to run off with that asshole? You can't be serious. Jund that is so stupid," I replied, the same amount of bitterness can be heard in mine.

"SEE! Your jealous. Why the fuck are you jealous," he asked, walking towards me. He poked my chest. "Why can't you just admit it," he yelled.

I just looked at him. He really didn't look like he was sixteen. He looked much older. He had muscles under his long sleeved red shirt. Not as defined as mine, but they were still there. His hair was dark, and style upwards in a sort of spike thing. I don't even know how he managed doing this now a days.

He sighed, realizing I wouldn't answer. "I'm gay, Snake."

"I know," I replied,"But it's not a big deal to me. I just want to know what's up with you! Why are you treating me like I'm your dad and your some moody ass teenager. You said it yourself you were an adult."

"I know. It... I just wanted you to tell me. Your driving me crazy, not knowing what feelings are behind those stares-" he sighed.

"Ha! You think I am driving you crazy. You are driving me crazy. Your always being so fucking adorable. Then you annoy the shit out of me. Then you get me with those eyes and-" I stopped talking, and felt my face get hot.

Jund's eyes were wide. His face was tainted pink, and he was looking at me. "I'm going to go to sleep," he muttered, running off into his room. What the fuck was that? Why did I just say that?

I gulped and sat down on the couch. I thought about Lucas and the other campers out in the other small homes they have all came to settle in for the time being. What would they think about this? Why should I even be the one to blame? It's all Lucas's fault.

That ass. And before I could think about anything else, I felt myself drifting off to sleep.

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I woke up to the sun shining on my face. I was still sitting up against the wall. I groaned and rubbed my eyes, temporarily forgetting about what happens with Jund last night.

The thought of it made me tense up. Why would I say that? Do I find Jund attractive? I mean, who wouldn't, but still. I got up and made my way to Jund's room. We had to set things straight, and I had to apologize for being an ass. But when I opened the door to his room, I gasped.

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I slammed him into the wall once again. "WHERE THE FUCK IS HE," I growled, threatening to punch the bloody-faced Lucas.

"I don't fucking know you asshole. Now get the fuck off of me," he groaned in pain.

"Don't play stupid with me," I muttered into his ear, before punching his stomach hard. He took a large gasp.

"Now tell me," I demanded, threatening to punch again. I was going to too, if I hadn't heard a feminine voice behind me.

"Infected got in- what are you doing," the voice of Sally called, Lucas's mother.

"Mama! He hurting me," he groaned in pain. Without thinking I just ran.

~~~

"Jund! Shit! Jund what happened," I asked, I could hear my voice quiver slightly with worry. He laid there at the bottom of a steep rocky hill. His body was torn up a bit, not badly, but still.

His eyes slowly opened, his big brown eyes. They distracted me from the major situation for a moment, but his voice snapped me out of it. "S-Snake," he mumbled.

"Yeah. Yeah. Oh Jund, thank god I found you," I whispered, gently stroking his face.

"Wh-what happened," he muttered, blinking his eyes many times, to get used to the light I presumed.

"You don't remember," I asked, cupping the back of his head.

"N-no. Last thing I remember was... when we found the other campers. Are they alright," he asked, a worried look suddenly strook his slightly bruised and cut face.

"N-no. The horde chasing after them was too big. We had to run, and we got split up. Two days Jund, two fucking days. You worried me sick," I finally let out after awhile. I coulnd't tell him what happened. It was better that he doesn't remember all the bad things Lucas told him, and everything I told him for that matter. I thought about the journal I picked up in his room. I hadn't gone through all of it, but that first drawing, a perfect sketch of me.

"Oh. I am so sorry... god I want some fucking soup," he groaned. There was the Jund I knew. I felt the guilt in my stomach for not telling him. But... I couldn't tell him what I said, but I couldn't lie about it either. Then again I am lying right now- No. Too late now, Snake. Despite that I chuckled.

"There is a grocery store a few miles ahead. I will get you your soup, Campbell," I said. I got up from my kneeling position. I offered my hand, and he took it greatfully. It was hard to pull him up, despite him being so skinny. He acted like a ragdoll, but was also dizzy. By the time I got him on his feet, he ended up falling against me, presumeably out of exhaustion.

I almost toppled over myself, but ended up keeping my balance. I grabbed his waist, to help him stand up. He grabbed both of my shoulders for support, and looked up at me with blush. If I hadn't known any better, I would've kissed him. He smiled apolagetically and helped him limp over to the cliff. I sat him down and- WAIT WHAT. KISSED HIM?

My eyes widened when I finally sat him down. He looked at me with a worried look," What's wrong?"

I struggled to come up with a lie," Uhh. You look pretty beat up. Maybe I should just go to the store without you. If I leave you with a gun, you thinkg you would-"

"NO! I mean uh... No, I don't think I would be alright. I don't know how to shoot r-remember," he struggled to get out. I almost wanted to smile at him, for trying to come up with an excuse.

"It is pretty simple, Jund. You aim and pull the trigger, you did it when you were younger. I will only be gone for a couple hours," I babbled on, knowing he wouldn't let me leave, and I wouldn't leave him anyway, no matter what.

"Please Snake," he begged, he looked up at me. I gave him a questioning look.

"Stay with me... please? D-don't leave me a-alone. D-don't leave m-me like e-everyone else," he whimpered. I saw his eyes get teary and almost cried myself.

I stared into his big brown eyes, which were now glazed slightly. I frowned when he started to sob, uncontrollably. He hadn't cried since he was nine, and we got in the car crash. After that night he was very distant. I actually scared me a bit, but I got over it. I understand why he might've been distant now. He was probably confused as fuck.

"Shit. Jund... I would never leave you. I promise," I said, kneeling down next to him.

He hid his eyes in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees. "Jund. Look at me," I demanded, in a gentle yet authorative(is that a word) tone. He shook his head as he sobbed. I understand. As a sixteen year old boy growing up in a shit world like this without a mother or father, but a secretive immortal man who was also confused about his feelings... sobbing uncontrollably for the first time in six years must be rough. "Dammit. Jund look at me," I whispered gently. I was debating on whether or not to grab his chin and force him to look at me... no that might lead to a kiss.

"No," he whimpered out in response, taking a deep breath afterwards.

"Scott Jund. Look at me," I demanded this time, a stern voice. I swear I saw him flinch slightly at the use of his full name.

"Why won't you look at me," I asked, accidentally letting my voice get sad and desperate.

"B-because... I-i-if I do... th-th-then... I mi-mi-migh... k-k-k.... y-y-you," he sobbed, me not being able to decipher much. I didn't really dwell on it. I couldn't take it anymore. I put two fingers under his chin, and forcefully, but gently, pushed his chin upwards, making his dark brown eyes stare into my green ones.

"Scott Jund. If you want my to stay with you, then you better fucking look me in the eye when you talk," I said sternly, despite me wanting to hug him and squeeze him close to me. His eyes widened at our position, but he smiled at what I said. I suddenly felt two arms slung around my neck, pulling himself towards me.

I smiled as I felt his face smothered into my chest. He whimpered slightly at the touch, but chuckled still. My arms instinctively wrapped themselves around his lower back, and I positioned us so he sat on my lap, me leaning against the cliff.

"The soup can wait," he murmered into my chest, and I gasped at the feeling of his warm breath on my chest, even if it was through my shirt. It was comforting.

"Alright, Campbell. Our cuddle session is more important than starving to death, I understand," I chuckled slightly.

"I am happy you didn't leave without me, moved on. I remember how you told me what you did. Helped them and then left. I really thought I was a burden, when I was younger. You were stuck with a useless kid. Can't shoot for shit, and you won't let me touch your machete," he murmered into my chest.

"Ehh. I will teach you to shoot. And as for leaving you, I would NEVER think about it. I promised I would stay with you, didn't I," I smiled, despite his head being buried into my chest to see it.

"Yeah. If you stay with me, I will stay with you. Deal," he asked, looking up at me hopefully, with those big brown eyes.

"Since when are you in charge and making the agreements," I asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically at him.

He shrugged and smiled, but being the persistant fuck he was, asked again,"Deal?"

"Yes. You asshole. Now sleep, I will wake you up if something happens," I murmered, despite my eyes giving out on me. I haven't had an ounce of sleep since Jund was gone. It usually doesn't affect me this much, but I guess since I was used to sleeping every night when we were at the camp. Thinking of the camp made me shudder slightly.

"No. You got bags under your eyes. You sleep... and I prefer Campbell over asshole," he faked an angry voice towards the end of his statement.

"I call you what I want. And no, you just fell off a fucking cliff, I will take watch," I muttered back stubbornly.

"Fuck no! I got to sleep for two days. Now close your gorgeous fucking eyes otherwise I will close them for you," he muttered back, the stubborness and persistance standing out in his tone. It was always difficult for me and him to agree on stuff, especially lately. We were both stubborn fucks, me taking my pride before health, Jund taking health of others before his own. But, knowing I wouldn't win the arguement, I allowed him to keep watch, whilst I slept, I closed my eyes, but talked before I continued on.

"Gorgeous eyes? Thanks Campbell," I smirked, my eyes closed, but I could just imagine the embarrasment on his face.

"Oh please, you stare at mine all the time," he murmered, and I felt him shift a bit on top of my chest.

"I am not sure how you are gonna keep watch with your face up against my chest," I murmered changing the subject.

"Stop changing the subjecty you little shit," he groaned, shifting his position so instead of his face being in my chest, it was the back of his head.

"Hey! I call you little shit! That is my nickname for you," I stated back.

"Fine then. You big shit? That better," he asked. I chuckled, not just because what he said was funny, but also because I had sucessfully changed the subject.

"Night, Jund," I smirked, letting the sleep consume me.

But before completely consuming me, I heard," You sneaky fucker!"

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YEAH! CHAPTER THREE. OKAY OKAY! NEXTCHAPTER I WILL START WITH THE ADULT JUND AND SNAKE STUFF. OKAY? OKAY. lol. I love yall lovelias. I am actually gonna stop saving these as drafts and publishing. Once a week? Every thursday? Two if your lucky? Okay? Okay. BYYYYYYEEEEEE *LISTEN TO STAY WITH ME BY SAM SMITH WHILST READING* also once a week starting... Now