Justin’s lithe body hit the water with a resounding splash, followed all too soon by another from where Chris’ body had broken the water’s surface. Yells from the onlookers were muffled by the water as the blond fought to break the surface. He’d almost made it when he felt fingers wrapping around his ankle, dragging him back down. In an attempt to fight against the hand, Justin only succeeded in gulping in mouthfuls of water as he was dragged further down. That’s when he started to panic. And having a panic attack when your underwater isn’t a good thing. Flailing madly, he almost doubled over from the pain in his chest from where his lungs were being starved of oxygen. When they say your life flashes before your eyes, Justin had never actually thought it had been true. But now he supposed he knew better. He thought of all the things he’d never get to do again. He’d never get to tell Mikey he was pathetic; never get to complain about Ted being too boring or Emmett being too camp. Never get to tell Brian how much of an asshole he is or have Deb slap him upside the head. Then he thought of Molly and how he couldn’t leave her behind. Somehow he found the strength to kick Hobbs’ face before he lost consciousness altogether. For some reason, Chris (who was now sporting what seemed to be a broken nose) opened his eyes in time to see Justin’s close. Something inside him panicked. He couldn’t afford to have two Taylor’s drown because of him, his father had barely got him off the first time with the ‘it was an accident that could not have been prevented’ excuse. Grabbing the smaller blond round the waist, he found himself dragging the teenager towards the waters surface. Cold air hit his face as he appeared out the water, dragging Justin behind him, the blond head peering out so air could get into his lungs. Dragging him onto the embankment by his arm, Chris dropped to his knees beside the boy, checking for a pulse. His heart started to thump wildly when he couldn’t find one, “Shit, shit, shit, shit!” he whispered his mantra over and over as he proceeded to perform CPR, oblivious to the fact it had started to rain rather heavily. He was giving Justin mouth to mouth, mentally deciding he’d need to wash his mouth after, when the blonde’s posse finally arrived led no doubt by Novotny. “JUSTIN!” Chris jumped back, wide eyed, as Justin started to cough, water running out his mouth as he rolled him onto his side to let him spit out the remaining muck. God only knows what was in that lake, it didn’t look nice from the bank but when you’re in it it’s worse. He was pushed away by fucking Taylor’s fag friends, glaring at them before standing up and wringing out his sleeve, “Chris, thanks for saving Justin. Oh it was nothing you know!” he snapped, only to be on the receiving end of one of Honeycutt’s glares, “Well he wouldn’t have fucking almost DROWNED if you hadn’t pulled him in!” Emmett was a good few inches taller than Chris and when he was anger, his eyes seemed to darken. He was one scary sight! Shaking his head, he stalked off, pushing a few onlookers aside. ~~~~~~ Justin’s POV Well when I woke up this morning, I didn’t think I’d spend the afternoon lain in the mud, in the rain, half dead. Especially with Chris Fucking Hobbs’ lips on me! That’s not something I ever, EVER want to experience again. “Is he okay?” one of the straight boys asked from the group who were now surrounding me. Mikey, Em and Ted were crouched beside me looking worried. “Fucking hell, I kissed Hobbs…” I was able to groan, my voice hoarse and cracking. Emmett couldn’t help but laugh, “Yeah, he’s fine!” With a loud, over dramatised groan (just cause I can) I pull myself into a sitting position, opening my eyes to look about, just then realising how big the crowd actually is. I could vaguely make out an incessant tapping noise and, naturally I looked about to see where it was coming from. Only when I wiped my wet face did I realise it was my teeth that were going at a mile a minute against each other. I let Michael help me to my feet but when I wobbled precariously, he yelped and let me topple back against the newly arrived Ben’s chest. “B..B..B…” I managed to mumble out from between my numb lips. To be honest I’m sure I look bloody pathetic but no-one commented on it. Michael cocked his head, “Ben?” he offered but I shook my head, not really knowing what I was trying to say. My friends all looked confused but I was too busy looking about us to notice that Ben was carrying me bridal style back to the camp, my sopping clothes hanging off me as Michael draped his jacket over my cold body. The cabin’s came into view and I was still close to being a fucking popsicle. That’s a new one for the convenience stores. A twinkie popsicle, comes in all flavours. I found myself laughing uncontrollably at that idea, thus causing people to begin to wonder if I was losing it completely. That was then I remembered what I’d been trying to say, just as Ben nudged open the cabin door with my foot to where Blake was sat on his bed with Brian lain on his. “B…B…B…Brian!” Then of course, I passed out.