I burst through the door, in my dirty soccer kit. We had lost the game, and worst of all my flow was extra heavy today. My cramps had caused me to fuck up so many goal attempts. I threw my muddy boots onto the floor where my dog greeted me crying.
RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i’m seein it everywhere it hurts every time!!! also, it’s there dude!!! check it out, *starts chant* part 10. part 10. part 10
"I can’t believe we could have done this in freshman year." you breath.
Okay, that was supposed to be a thought. Fuuuuuuuuuuck.
"Oh my God!" he freaks, removing his hand from the garter and then placing it around your waist. "I can’t believe you heard that."
"You two were talking kinda loudly…" you lie. "But it’s not like I mind."
He sighs, “I just… I don’t know. We’ve only known each other for a couple of days but I swear, I could spend all day with you.”
You giggle, “I can too, you know. In fact, I love spending my day with you.”
He scoffs and rests on the bed, his head hiding in the crook of your neck. His heavy breathing tickles your skin, so you turn to face him. He keeps his hand around your waist and you pull him up so you’re face-to-face.
"You’re a great guy, Chris. You really are." you smile. "I don’t know what I did right to deserve you in my life."
"It’s just, I don’t know, hard—”
"Yeah you are." you cut him off, giggling. He throws you a look and giggles along.
"As I was saying," he continues. "It’s hard to do all these things with you when we’re in nothing more but a faux relationship. I feel like… Sorry, but I feel like a rebound." he admits.
In your head, you’re groaning so loudly you sound like a distressed bear. It’s time to face facts; maybe you’re growing slight feelings for him.
"What if—" you inhale. "What if I tell you I might be… Um… Growing little seedlings of emotions for you?”
He shrugs, “It’s probably just all the time spent with me.”
"What if it’s not?" you ask.
"I don’t know," he sighs. "It’s obvious you still have feelings for Mark. If you do have feelings for me, it’ll be difficult, you know?”
"I know." you reply. "But hey, Chris?"
"Yes, baby girl?" he looks over.
You smile, “I like you.” you finally admit.
"Well," he leans on his elbows and presses his stomach against the bed. "You already know that I like you, too. A lot."
"How about we spend a couple days off? Just to really see what this is.” you suggest. You don’t want to spend a day without him, but it’s getting you so confused.
"Anything that will help you clear your mind." he cups your face and kisses you.
"You’re too good for me." you sigh. "I don’t get how you’re so understanding."
"Anything for you, princess." he replies.
"You know…" you trail off. "This can wait."
He nods, “I think it’s better if it does. In the future, if we do, I want you to be sure of me.”
You smile at him sweetly and he plants a kiss on your forehead.
"Although, I don’t mind laying like this with you." he adds.
He exhales deeply as his chest lowers. You wrap yourself in his arms as he brings you in.
"I’m going to miss you." you murmur.
"I will too."
Chris Tomson at Not So Silent Night 2013 in Oakland, CA
A little smile tugs on Chris’ lips. You want to run over to him and kiss him, just because he’s looking so adorable. He’s wearing a Lacoste cardigan with his collar popped above, shorts, and what seems like a pair of Nike’s. You compensate with the fact that he’s looking hella fine today.
He runs a hand through his hair and nods in agreement. You notice that he can’t help but blush a little more with the mention of you.
"Yeah…" his voice flatlines a little. The happiness in his eyes is suddenly sucked away. "I don’t know, man, I mean— I just wish her ex-boyfriend would leave her alone."
"What’s his name again? Mike? Mark?"
"Mark." Chris answers him.
"Right," Ezra replies, falling onto the unmade bed. "Do you need help with… Getting rid of him?”
Chris shakes his head, “I rather not. He’ll eventually get tired of chasing her.”
"How do you know?" Ezra asks.
"Because," he shrugs. "I talked to him last night. Threatened the guy to get his guts pulled out his ass if he doesn’t stop trying to get back with her." he adds, completely acting like it’s not big deal.
It’s a big-ass fucking deal! Who the fuck does he think he is?
"You know we got your back." Ezra reassures him.
He chuckles, “Of course you do.”
Chris gets off the counter and rustles through his backpack, pulling out a small, green notebook. He passes it over to Ezra who immediately flips it open.
"So lead my feet away because all they do is stay, and I don’t think your eyes have ever looked surprised." Ezra reads out.
"I wrote it for her." Chris pipes up.
"Yeah, I kinda got that, genius."
my corpse is rotting, i’ve been dead since the fic started
imagine him frickin u hard but he’s smiling bc it feels so good and he loves and then he mutters “fuck” like this :——(
Oh shit. Yup, you blacked out.
Your body lunges forward and your head immediately starts to pound. You run your fingers through your hair, pulling on them softly in an attempt to lessen the pain. Your mouth and throat feel so dry, so you get off the bed for some water.
"Chris?" you call out, but no one responds.
You panic a little, snapping back to your very fogged memories of last night. You remember him being on the phone with Mark, and you get that horrible feeling that he had gone out earlier this morning to beat him into a pulp. You run to his kitchen and grab a glass of water and medicine on the counter. The only thing concerning you know is finding Chris and making sure he’s okay.
You grab your top from the floor and place it on the bed, then rummage through his closet and find one of his oversized sweaters. You clean up a little - wash your face and gurgle mouthwash and come back to his bed. You pull down your shorts and leave them on the bed, planning to iron them just to straighten them out. You’re about to lift your shirt off when you notice that it’s his. For some reason, you look around to “check” if he’s there, and take a quick sniff at it. You pull it over your head to change, but keep it in your hands.
Another sniff wouldn’t hurt anybody… And he’s not even here to see it. Hurry, before he comes back!
A smile creeps up to your face. As much as you hate to admit it, you love the way he smells. Also, you love the way he’s so caring about you. You love the way he wraps you in his well-toned arms. You love how his eyes light up whenever he talks to you about music, and when he flashes you this really stupid smile while you talk. You love how the ends of his hair sort of fly away, and how he looks with a scarf on. You love it when he smiles in the middle of your kisses. You love the silence between you two - it’s not awkward, and you feel like you can stare at him for hours. You think that you might already be…
Nah, it’s too early for that. Don’t be ridiculous.
Also, you love Mark… One way or another. You still do, right? Right? You mean, this whole faux relationship’s point was to make Mark jealous. You still care about him, but is it bad if you’re starting to feel as if you don’t?
The doorknob twists and you jump up slightly. You try to cover up, slightly failing, land turn around, only to be met with silence.
Ezra’s eyes meet yours as he stands by the door with bags of groceries. He’s flushing pink the cheeks and you two remain frozen.
"Is she awake yet?" Chris’ voice echoes in the hallway.
You move your eyes behind Ezra and Chris appears with more bags. He’s all giddy at Ezra first, but his face drops the second his eyes lay on you. Your eyes dart from and to Ezra and Chris. Finally, your muscles relax and you grab your clothes from his bed.
"I’m… G-gonna go uh, change." you awkward point to the bathroom.
You practically dart out of there as you avoid contact with the two. Hurriedly, the bathroom door shuts behind you. You lean your back against it and cover your face in nothing more than humiliation. Their murmuring is heard from where you’re standing, so you press your ear against the door.
"Duuuuuuuuuuuude." Ezra chuckles. “Why is it that you never told us?”
"Told you what?"
"That’s she’s actually hot! I mean, you’ve been out of the game for so long that I didn’t know you still had it in you!” he replies.
"Come on man, that’s my girlfriend you’re talking about." he says.
"I know, I know. It’s a compliment. Take it, young one. You’ve earned it."
You quickly put on some clothes and pop your head out of the door softly, making sure not to make any noise. You get a good visual of the boys - Chris leaning down on the counter while Ezra’s eating a… raw carrot.
"And she’s not hot,” Chris corrects him. “She’s fucking beautiful. I just… I don’t know, I can’t believe my luck! Meeting her really turned things around for me. I just love spending time with her, man.”
"And we’re happy for you." Ezra smiles. "She seems like a great girl. The girl you’ve been in love with since freshman year is finally yours.”
Wait, what? Freshman year?