Chapter 33: ♤Chapter 25♤

My fluttered open and I stared drowsily at the wall, my eyes heavy and burning.

Eventually, they closed again but I couldn't sleep. Instead all the events from the night prior started replaying behind my closed lids.

Some time during our show night, Chris and I fell asleep. I know that because when I woke up, it was to the lock turning in the door. I'm a really light sleeper. And when I woke up, him passed out on the couch was the first thing I noticed before I looked over at the door and saw my mom shuffling in.

That was around 9 p.m. It took her about three hours to get home and then she had to find a decent parking space.

It didn't take her long to spot Chris, napping away on the couch and said, “Wake his ass up,” which made me choke on a laugh before she finished what she was saying, “And tell him to go sleep in the guest room.”

I had to tell her that we just fell asleep, then I went and changed the sheets in there cause they were probably dusty, since they've been on the bed for a while.

When I did wake him and told him he should go in the room, he didn't. Like I thought, it was just a nap. He ended up not wanting to go back to sleep and then we stayed up, talking about how bad the roads were. Then he called his mom when he saw the amount of missed calls he had.

His mom was… not happy, and I could tell because I could hear her shouting at him over the phone. His mom was a lot like mine in the strict department. Or more like stern. That would be a better term for it. She didn't let stuff like that slide, especially since it was a storm out and he hasn't called to check in.

I've actually gotten to know her a little. Whenever we study together or have any group projects and we go to his house and she's home(she kinda banned us from going to his room, so we stay in the living room or dining room) I get to talk to her. She gives me these looks though, like she'd trying to figure out if I'm fucking her son or something. Which is definitely what she thinks and I have no clue why.

I mean, I'm not offended or anything, it's just weird, but I'm not guilty so it's fine. But yeah, I notice that he doesn't get off easy on certain things. He has to watch the way he talks around her, or he gets these crazy looks, much like the ones my mom gives me. It's nice to know it's not just me y’know.

So seeing him stutter out his replies and flush a bright red as he talked to her over the phone, was refreshing and so freaking adorable. He was probably embarrassed because he could tell we could hear her from across the room.

So the night consisted of dinner, school talk, along with relationship talk(my mom asked him if he had a girlfriend)—which was very brief—then work talk. And after that we had to restart the show to where we left off and stayed up until midnight I think, watching it. My mom had went to the kitchen and saw us actually and told us to go to bed, to which we protested.

We were both pretty sure there wasn't gonna be any school in the morning, but my mother didn't give a damn. So we ended up going to bed.

Which brings us here. Where I laid in bed for, I don't know how long, until my bladder became full and I had to drag myself out of bed to go to the bathroom.

When I did, I ended up just brushing my teeth and cleaning my face, knowing I wasn't gonna go back to bed.

Then I went to the kitchen for a bottle of water to take back to my room.

The door to the guest room opened and my lips formed into a smile. That was until he stepped out.

He ran a hand over his hair that had grew out a little since his last cut, completely missing my starstruck state.

Not only was this boy shirtless, he was pantsless. Only in a pair of boxers that clung to him.

And I don't mean clung to him. I mean clung to him.

That was the first time in my life I've witnessed morning wood with my own two eyes and live.

I wasn't an expert on telling whether a guys was hard or was just showing, but I was pretty sure…

His eyes lifted and I almost fainted when his brown eyes met mine.

He opened his mouth to say something but froze, his eyes widening. He looked down quickly then back up at me, holding his hands out and stuttering.

I shook my head, closing my eyes—something I should've done a minute ago—and shooed him away with my hands.

“Jus- just go,” I said, only opening my eyes again when I heard the click of a door a second later.

I couldn't lie and say when I closed my eyes, that wasn't the only thing I saw, and when I opened them again, it's still the only thing I saw.

So I hurried to my room and closed the door softly behind me.

I leaned against it, letting out a breath and staring at the ceiling.

“Okay,” I breathed.

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I stayed in my room for most of the morning after that.

Can you guess what I was doing?

Trying to forget I ever saw my, somewhat bestfriend, hard at six in the morning. And I failed. Miserably. Because that's all I thought about. The visual was stuck in my brain. It's like my mind took a damn picture.

Not long after the incident, my mom had come in my room and let me know we didn't have school, like I thought. Then I heard her knock on Chris's door and told him the same.

I remember thinking that I hope he had some clothes on and I didn't doubt he did.

“God,” I turned over, burying my face in my pillow and groaning.

Stop thinking about it.

I can't.

You need to stop.

Then the image popped right back up again, no pun intended.

It felt so wrong. On so many levels.

Cause first of all, why was he even naked?

I mean, some people do sleep naked and I guess he thought we were still sleeping. I had a feeling he was going to the bathroom and it was pretty early, and he looked like he was still sleeping so maybe…

It couldn't be intentional that's for one. Definitely not. He isn't like that.

I groaned again, turning over onto my back and staring up at the ceiling, “You're doing too fucking much.”

My door opened and my mom was standing in the door, “We're going out to shovel.”

I sat up, “You need h-”

“No.”

“Uh-” I drew back. Well shit.

“You're still healing,” she said.

I made a face, “Mom, I hardly feel it,” my hand went up to my shoulder involuntarily.

The doctor said it took at least three months for me to fully heal and she's been sticking to it, even though I tell her it's not that mad. And I still take medication for it.

“Doesn't matter. As long as you're still healing, I don't need you messing up the process by putting too much pressure on it.”

I pouted, “Okay.”

“Make something to eat,” is the last thing she said before she left, leaving my door open to which I stared blankly at.

Grumbling under my breath, I got out of bed and quickly took my top off to put a bra on then put my PJ top back on before going out there.

And they were both standing by the door, layering up to go outside and I strangely felt left out.

“Can I come?” I asked, watching them, but keeping my eyes away from Chris's. I had no clue if he was doing the same, but I hope so.

“After you eat,” my mom started, wrapping a scarf around her neck, “If you decide you want to, I'm not stopping you.”

They left after that and I stood in the kitchen for about ten minutes, trying to figure out if I should make breakfast or just eat some cereal.

I settled with making breakfast. I didn't know if they had something before they left, but I still made enough in case they didn't. And even if they did, Chris would happily eat the rest of it. He's a pig sometimes.

I ended up making oatmeal—mostly for myself—, eggs, bacon… The basic shit.

I was in the process of finishing up my oatmeal when I heard the door open.

“Hey, did you guys eat-” I stopped short when I walked out of the kitchen and it was Chris standing in the door. He was busy rubbing his glove-covered hands together and blowing on them.

I press my lips together against a smile, watching him warm up while shrugging off his coat and leaning down to unlace his boots. His cheeks were a bright pink and I couldn't help admire how good his skin was starting to clear up. I do that daily and made it known how jealous I was.

I cleared my throat lowly before asking, “Where's my mom?”

He looked up at me as he stood straight after getting his shoes off, “Oh, uh- she went to the store I think,” he said, making the cutest expression. He was obviously freezing and that made it harder for him to talk normally with his heavy breathing. He reached up to rub his red ears aggressively with his gloves still on.

A giggle slipped out of me and I quickly held it in, pursing my lips when he focused his gaze on me again. He stared at me wordlessly for a second before he smiled.

I rocked back on my heels, holding back my own smile before pointing over my shoulder, “Are you hungry?”

He nodded, breathing heavily, “Yeah, starving,” he said, pulling his gloves off.

I went back into the kitchen and waited for him to come in then showed him where everything was. He went to share his plate but set it back down after seeing that his hands were still shaking.

“Yeah, I'll just wait a little bit,” he said and I held back a laugh.

I nodded, “That would be best.”

He mimicked me with a grin, “I think so too.”

I laughed, walking over to the stove and stirring my oatmeal with a wooden spoon.

He leaned against the counter not too far away from me and the way it got quiet told me exactly what he was gonna say.

“So…” He drawled, “Uh- a-about this mor-”

“Don't,” I shook my head with a nervous laugh, “mention it.”

My response was a split between, ‘it's fine' and ‘tell anyone and I gut you'.

“You don't want to,” he said and I saw him lift his hand to his jaw, “talk about it or…”

I laughed again(It was my coping mechanism) and shook my head, “Nope. I'd like to forget it.”

“W-well, you see,” he starts and the way his voice shook, made me suspicious so I sat the spoon down, covered the pot and turned to him.

I eyed his anxious expression and the way his face looked even redder, “What?” I demanded, only one thing coming to my mind.

“I-I kinda sorta… maybe… told your mom,” he said slowly.

My mouth fell open and I sighed heavily, my shoulder falling, “Are you… stupid?” I retorted in exasperation.

He cringed, “I know- I- I felt guilty!” He exclaimed after I turned away, facepalming, “I felt like I tainted you or something!”

“Yeah, Chris,” I retorted, turning back to him after walking to the other side of the kitchen, “You practically fucked me,” I said sarcastically, pacing back and forth, “God, she probably went to buy a damn gun. How can you be so smart and dumb at the same time!” My heart was beating out of my chest just imagining what was gonna happen when she came back. She might even tell me I can't be friends with him anymore.

“Okay, this isn't the time for you to chose those kind of words okay?” He said after a short moment of silence, all his previous nervousness gone from his voice.

“Well that should be the least of your concern!” I said incredulously, “I’m surprised she even left you here with me. You just made this a hundred times harder for us okay?”

“Just calm down,” he said, taking a slow step forward.

“She's gonna kill me,” I said lowly.

“You didn't do anything,” he replied.

“It doesn't matter, Christine,” I gritted then quickly took a deep breath and tried to calm down but I could feel my heart thumping in my throat. I let it out slowly, “What did she say after you told her? What did her face look like? Did she have this like… demonic look?”

He blinked a couple times and bobbed his head, “Ye-yeah, she looked like she wanted to push the shovel through my chest,” he said and I winced, “But,” he said, holding his hands out to me, “I explained what had happened and she said she'll talk to you about it-” he stopped when I fell heavily against the counter and hurried over to me.

My head was swimming and I felt like dying, “I'm gonna throw up.” I whispered.

“Look I'm sorry-”

He stopped when I gave him a look, “I could've handled it Chris,” I said hardly, “I'm not gonna have nightmares over seeing a dick okay? I'm not a kid.”

“You're right, you're not, and I'm sorry,” he said sincerely.

I breathed out heavily, “You just made my life so much harder.”

He was quiet after that and when I looked at him after a moment, he had his lips rolled into his mouth and a look in his eyes that told me what he wanted to say.

I shook my head, holding back a grin, “Don't.”

He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets, “What?”

He stared at me with humor in his eyes and I looked away, laughing, which triggered his own.

“Just… go eat your food,” I said, stepping around him and hurrying toward the stove to check my oatmeal. I forgot all about it.

I heard him laughing and told to shut up while flipping him off.