Fay woke up the next morning with an incredible hangover and no recollection of the previous night's events. I kneeled beside him in the bathroom, rubbing his little back as he vomited gracefully into the toilet.

I was glad that he didn't remember what we had almost done. It would just make things awkward, would drive an unwelcome and unmoveable wedge between us. I couldn't let that happen.

The next day, Fay got a phone call from his dad. He nodded and yuh-huh-ed and "yeah I'm fine"-ed in all the right places, but he still hung up with a very shocked expression on his pretty face.

"What's up?" I asked.

"My dad just offered to buy me a house."

"Really? Where?" I tried to sound enthusiastic, but I didn't want Fay to move out. I looked after him, it's what I'd always done. I really wasn't in the mood for an identity crisis.

"Just ten minutes away from here. What do you think I should do?" His eyes begged for answers, answers that my conflicted mind couldn't offer.

On one hand, the experience of living alone would teach Fay numerous valuable lessons. I wouldn't always be there for him, even though I would always try. Sooner or later he'd have to take care of himself. But of course, I didn't want to live without him. So I took the only option - I dodged the question all together.

"You should do whatever you want Fay."

Fay wanted to move out. I put on a brave face, smiled and helped him move his stuff to the quaint house his dad had purchased in his recent display of affection. Internally, I was at a loss. An unexpected crossroads loomed ominously over me.

But despite my first fears, nothing really changed. I'd drop by Fay's before work, let myself in and set out his breakfast and lunch as usual. Then I'd pick him up after work and take him back to the apartment. We'd have dinner and he often stayed till the early hours of the morning.

But something was about to change.

One night shortly after my 21st birthday, I was introduced to Jeff/Joe, a Seattle-born drummer who's real name was Jeff but loved being called Joe. He wanted to be in a band.

And he wanted me to join him.

It doesn't sound very glamorous, but on that drizzly night in a deserted underground club, Anavrin was born.

Despite our best intentions, Joe and I weren't really a band. We were the seeds of a band, an idea yet to evolve into a plan of action. Over the next couple of years, we formed an unshakeable friendship. Joe was a thoughtful guy and I loved that about him. He, like Fay, accepted my homosexuality without so much as batting an eyelid.

We trudged our way through countless singers and guitarists, with each one becoming more impossible than the last. It was tedious stuff, but the search kept me going. Joe and I attended countless shows with audiences varying in size, age and personal hygiene habits, intent on finding our vocalist.

Before I knew it, it was the fall of 2004. Anavrin, as Joe and I had called ourselves, was still sadly lacking a vocalist and a guitarist. I was about to give up, ready to put my dreams away in favour of an achievable but hopelessly boring life.

Fay had joined a band called Razor on a total whim. He was their singer and loved the attention lavished on him because of it. Towards the end of the year, they scheduled a show. Out of loyalty to Fay, Joe and I went along.

If I thought ordinary Fay was mesmerizing, he was nothing compared to rock star Fay. He had let his hair return to its natural ebony, and with his black rimmed eyes and porcelain skin, he looked more stunning than ever before. Each word passed through his lips with unexpected emotion and limitless energy. Fay didn't just sing, he performed, enchanting everyone who laid eye son him.

I sat and watched, dumb with disbelief. How could I not have noticed how brilliant a singer Fay was? Joe and I had been searching for someone like Fay for so long, and he'd been there under our noses the whole time. It was just another underestimation of Fay to add to my list.

And then it came to the final song. Fay closed his eyes and clutched the microphone to his chest, as if trying to summon the strength to confess something terrible.

"This song," he whispered. "Rings true in every chamber of my heart."

I felt my eyebrows come together in a frown. What could possibly be that serious? His eyes locked on mine, and electricity sparked between us that had never been there before. His eyes said it all - this song is addressed to you Davester.

"The singer finished singing

And she's walking out

The singer sheds a tear, fear of falling out

And it's hard to say how I feel today

For years gone by and I cried

It's hard to say that I was wrong

Its hard to say that I miss you

Since you've been gone, it's not the same

My worries weigh the world

How I used to be and everything

Seems a plague in me

And it's hard to say how I feel today

For years gone by, and I cried...

It's hard to say that I was wrong

Its hard to say that I miss you

Since you've been gone, it's not the same

It's hard to say I held my tongue

It's hard to say if only

Since you've been gone, it's not the same

Worse than the fear it's the lie you told a thousand times before.

Worse than a fear, it's the knife.

And it's hard to say how I feel today.

For years gone by, and I cried...

It's hard to say that I was wrong

Its hard to say that I miss you

Since you've been gone, it's not the same

It's hard to say I held my tongue

It's hard to say if only

Since you've been gone, it's not the same."

The lyrics of the song didn't go over my head by any means, but I was too excited to really notice. I was not the only person who needed Fay - Anavrin needed him too.

After the show, Joe and I rushed backstage, finally on the verge of having the vocalist we had always wanted. We found Fay in the dressing room, sipping a bottle of water.

"Hey Jeffie-Joe," He smiled. "Did you like the show?" He asked me, his smile brightening.

"It was awesome!" Jeff exclaimed.

"It was beautiful," I replied softly, beaming with pride.

"Why didn't you tell us you could sing? Fay, you gotta join Anavrin!" Joe gushed. Fay shrugged delicately.

"It never came up." He turned to me, his eyes glittering with a new seduction. My mind reeled just looking at him. No, it couldn't be…

"And only if you say please," He told me.

"Please?"

"Ok then.

Everything was perfect. With Fay in the line up, Anavrin became a real band but with a bit of problem - we didn't have a guitarist. Fay offered to learn but after two lessons discovered he just didn't have the patience.

In creation, Fay and I became closer than ever. I loved him so much that even the slightest pan of his became a full blown ache of mine. When he found out his parents had sent a now-teenage Michael to Scotland merely to get him out of the way, my heart bled for him. He cried tears of frustration, knowing he wouldn't have the money to bring Michael back or the abilities to look after him.

"I've let him down," he sobbed bitterly, curling up in my arms.

"No you haven't, your parents have."

"Bu he won't know anyone and he'll get homesick and he'll hate it."

"We'll get him back Fay, I promise. When we have the money, we'll fly him back over and we'll look after him."

"We?" He asked softly, raising his eyes to mine with a small smile.

"Yes, we," I nodded. His smile widened and the tears vanished from his eyes.

"I'm glad we're a we," He giggled. His smiling lips were millimetres from mine. My pulse quickened - sober, happy Fay was about to kiss me.

He leaned in…

…And the phone rang.

The moment shattered. Fay let me go, and I silently cursed whoever was on the line. It was Joe, and he sounded very excited.

"Joe, this better be good," I warned as I watched Fay drift in the refrigerator's general direction.

"I've found us a guitarist!"

"You have?" I couldn't help but sound sceptical - we'd been searching for so long.

"Dave, not only is he an awesome player, he's one hell of a guy. He's only 19 I think but you never know. You and Fay gotta meet him ASAP!" He gushed in one breath, sounding like a certain little boy I remembered.

"Ok. You busy tonight?"

"Nope. I'll come pick you and Fay up bout 8, yeah?"

"Sounds good," I lied. We said our goodbyes and I hung up.

What sounded good was trying to recapture that fleeting moment, to finally tell Fay my greatest secret. Part of me knew our lives were on the brink of a major change - it was now or never.

But I couldn't work up the courage to do it. Even when Fay and I were sitting in Joe's backseat, so close that I could smell the subtle scent of his hair, I couldn't do it. I would never be able to do it.

Joe drove us to a cute looking house in Olympia. Just before he parked the car, Fay leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"I'm in love you Dave."

Out of sheer shock, I blurted my insensitive reply.

"No you're not!"

"Why have you always underestimated everything?" He asked as we got out the car, lacing his pale hand through mine and turning me to face him. I looked him in the eyes, those beautiful wonderful eyes and knew he wasn't joking.

"Huh?"

"Dave, how long have you been in love with me?" I felt myself reeling again - I had never told him, how could he have known? But he did know, and there was no point hiding it from him anymore.

"Since back when you were Frank." I replied gently, turning my face away from him.

"Is it so hard to believe that I've been in love with you for that long too?"

I could only stare open-mouthed at him as a familiar cheeky grin played around his mouth. He leaned in so slowly, and brushed his lips shyly against mine in a very adult, very loving kiss.

"Well I've been in love with you since back when you were David," He smiled softly, caressing my cheek and hair. I felt tears stinging my eyes, this was too good to be true. But it was true, it was happening.

The front door swung open and I came face to face with Matt Harris, the boy who would change everything. But that didn't matter, because I finally had what I'd always wanted.

Fay.

A/N: So that's the end of that, I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I know I have a habit of telling you all where I plan to go from here, so here goes:

I'm currently writing the 7th Emo Boy Story, called "The Emo Boy And His Big Day", the first chapter of which will be posted shortly. After that, I'm going to write the 8th and final (I mean it this time) Emo Boy story, which has been all planned out. From there, I'm going to write "The Emo Kid: Matt Harris, the early Years". When I've finished that, I'll write "Adam", a story about a character you're all going to meet very shortly. I will also write an untitled story about the exploits of Deo and Aaron - who said the afterlife was all roses?

And after all that, I will be completely finished with The Emo Boy Stories and all spin-offs. It'll be difficult for me, but I think the time has come to round things off. But I have plans for two totally unrelated stories, one called "Sonny" and one called "Turned On By The Taste Of Your Sin" - so watch this space!

If anyone's wondering, the song Fay sang to Dave is The Used's "Hard To Say". I'd like to thank David and Kai for all their love and support during this story, I don't know what I'd do without you guys.

Draven