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Chris released his finger from the buzzer, shaking as the rain hit against his face. The wind was picking up and he was freezing.
He kept looking around to check no one could see him. It was pitch black, but he didn't want to be recognised under the street lights. He was beginning to tap his foot impatiently waiting for the door to be answered and suddenly a familiar face appeared.
Darren opened the door to see Chris in jeans and a drenched t-shirt, he had his arms crossed in an attempt to keep hold of the heat left in his body. His face was not amused.
"Chris! What you doing here? Its freezing get inside!"
Chris darted inside and Darren closed the door behind him.
"Hold on one sec, i'll grab you a towel"
Darren disappeared down the hall before Chris could say anything.
Stepping back, Chris caught sight of a mess of sticky notes by the phone. Covered in rushed phone numbers and doodles. Chris smiled to himself.
On the walls hang few frames with the Starkid team and one of Darren and Chuck. Cute
Darren returned clutching a small hand towel, offering it to Chris
"Look im really sorry about the size, you can dry your hair at least. Come upstairs, i'll lend you some clothes"
Chris took the towel from Darren
"Thanks, really- but you don't have to do that!"
"Don't be stupid, come on"
Chris blushed a deep shade of red, his t-shirt was practically see-through and Darren was looking directly his chest. Darren smiled. Pulling Chris towards the stairs. Chris followed him up to him room trying to think of something to say.
He's never been speechless around Darren but right now he was cold and felt naked. The prospect of wearing his clothes brightened up his face and he stepped into Darren's room.
He loved Darren's room. It had a good vibe. There were posters and scraps of paper on the wall, his guitar was laying at the foot of his bed and- Chris caught sight of some underwear. Multiple pairs actually. Just thrown over by his desk.
"Oh, oops I though I packed them away"
Darren ran over. Picking up every piece of clothing he left lying around avoiding eye contact with Chris at all cost.
Chris couldn't help but giggle. He loved to see Darren act so embarrassed. He honestly didn't care, but it was sweet how he cleaned up after noticing.
"Darren it's fine! Really! I think its cute how you still act like a teenager"
"Oh, so you find me cute now?" Darren rose a single eyebrow, stopping to look straight at Chris.
Chris' face froze. He didn't want to come across too egger, OH GOD Darren thought he was coming on to him.
This is bad, this could totally ruin they're friendship. Of course he doesn't fancy Darren, so why did he just say that? They were friends. Close friends. They shared so many interests and did almost everything together, he shouldn't be getting so worked up about this.
His mind drifted to the thought of all those people who left him alone because he was openly gay. They thought he would try and hit on them, he knew it was so unlikely, but, he couldn't help but think Darren could act the same. Their fun convocations were going to turn to awkward silence-
"Woah, hey! It was a joke" Darren brought his hand back down and tilted it head at Chris. It startled him. He was getting carried away again. Wishing Darren didn't suspect anything.
Chris forced out a laugh "Oh of course, heh! Sorry, I just got, um… distracted, I guess"
Darren grinned knowingly, carrying his pile of clothes out the door, past Chris and into the laundry basket. He walked back in to find Chris looking through his bookshelf.
"You finished nosing around there?"
Chris turned to Darren "Oh, yeah. Just admiring your Harry potter collection…"
Darren lowered his head an chuckled to himself. "Yep, I thought you would."
"Now, those clothes!"
Darren ran over to his wardrobe pulling out some random items of clothing. He threw them on the bed, paying no attention to Chris who just stood content and watched.
"You can get changed in here if you want, do you want me to leave?"
"Oh, no it's fine." Chris leaned down to pick up the clothes "I'll dress in the bathroom, across the hall, right?"
Darren nodded. Chris had spent countless nights round Darren's but they were mainly spent drunk. He still had surprisingly little knowledge of how the place set out.
"Sweet, thanks!" Chris left the room. Darren sat on the bed opening up his laptop beside him.
Darren was used to Chris turning up unannounced but it still left him thinking. Chris was awesome. He was such a nerd and he loved it. He got on well with everyone on set but he always felt like he understood Chris more than most. Sometimes he was worried to spend to much time around him. He never wanted to seem overly keen, So he adored these little visits from time to time. It gave him an excuse to see him more. To chill, let loose and not worry about how people would judge him.
Chris came back into the room, running the towel through his hair. He sat next to Darren on his bed and sat the towel on his lap.
"Sorry for showing up without warning, I was going to call- but my phone died"
"Chris, really it's fine. It's great having you around. I was getting lonely anyway"
Darren looked up at Chris and they shared a short silence, both grinning like little boys on Christmas.
"-I was getting bored and knew you'd be in, your always in.." Chris smirked and Darren chuckled abruptly stopping with a mix of shock and anger on his face.
"How rude! I haven't offered you a drink yet" Darren's expression smoothed out into a light-hearted smile.
"Have you got any-" Holding his finger in the air
"Diet coke? Yeah I'll get you a straw too."
Chris lowered his hand and just simply nodded. He loved how Darren knew him so well. But everyone knew he loved Diet coke. And straws.
Darren pushed himself up and moved out the doorway. Chris straightened himself up and drunk in the sight of Darren leaving. He wasn't coming on to Darren at all. He just appreciated the shape of his arse in those jeans.