Author's Notes: I wanted to explore what would happen Chas thought about John. So this fic is purely Chas talking to himself. It's slash, in case you hadn't already guessed. Enjoy, and review. Rated for the F word.
Chas, you suck.
Well, thanks, thanks a lot.
Seriously though. You suck.
How? What have I done this time?
What have you done? Only fallen in love with John, for fuck's sake.
I am not in love with him.
You are.
I'm not.
You fucking are. How else do you explain that warm feeling you get when you think about him?
I do not get a warm feeling, thank you.
Liar. You have one right now.
That's because I'm lying beside the radiator.
You suck, Chas.
I don't love him!
You just brought it up again. Guilty conscience?
Oh, shut up. You probably are my fucking conscience.
You do love him, though. You lie awake thinking about him, try to catch his eye, smile a special smile just for him...
Shut up! That's not true.
It is. You love him, Chas.
I fucking don't.
If you didn't, would we even be having this conversation?
I... shut up.
Because I'm right?
Just shut up. Here comes John now, probably wanting to know why I'm still in bed at this hour. Fuck off, John, I can sleep as late as I fucking please.
Look at the look in his eyes.
Is that meant to mean something? He always looks like that.
Correction: he always looks like that at you.
You make no sense. I... hang on, he's coming over to me.
You love him.
Don't...
He loves you.
Now, that I know isn't true.
That's why he's running a hand through your hair.
He's seeing if I'm awake.
Are you dense? If you're right, why is he sitting so close to you?
He's my mentor. We're friends.
His lips are practically scraping your earlobe as he talks! Say something. Tell him you love him.
I... I don't!
And he loves you too.
He fucking doesn't!
He's getting closer...
Isn't.
His lips are against yours...
... Fuck.
Ha. Fucking ha. You suck, Chas. You love him.
I do. I do. I fucking do.