Part 4.

Freddy pushed the person away forcefully.

"GET THE HELL OFF OF ME, I'M NOT INTERESTED IN SOME RANDOM FREAK!" he yelled, storming away.

"Sorry…"

Freddy paused - that voice. He turned. Sitting on the step was a boy wearing a thin t-shirt and dark jeans with battered converses. He had a pale face and dark hair. Zack.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, oh crap, I'm so sorry. I didn't…didn't…" Zack was looking at the ground apologetically, a tear trickling down his face, "You must hate me. You should hate me. I'm so, so, so sorry. I…"

Freddy couldn't help it, couldn't resist, couldn't even think. He kissed him.

Zack's eyes widened.

"I'm interested in you."