Okay, I know it took me forever to finally get a second chapter for this story done, but better late than never!
I wrote the first part of it and my amazing friend Sabrina wrote the second part. I think we'll each take turns writing a chapter of this, so the next one is mine!
Enjoy!
Darren was fully aware that Chris would be so pissed at him for this, but he really didn't care. Giving the get-well card to Amber, he said "Get everyone to sign this please. Just pass it around. It's for Chris."
She rolled her eyes and looked at him weirdly. "You know, he's going to be ticked."
"Yeah, I know." Darren replied grinning.
Amber laughed and patted him on the arm. "I'll go to your funeral."
Darren made a show of putting his hand on his chest and gasping, saying "Oh Amber, I'm so touched!"
She punched him lightly on the arm, muttering "shut up" before signing the card and going to hand it off to someone else.
Darren watched, grinning, and then started walking to Chris' trailer, knowing he's probably not awake, because it is only noon. He finally got a break from shooting and got to sleep in. But he really should get up to eat, and Darren would end up getting his food for him, so he might as well ask him now.
When he knocked a light tune on the door, there was no answer. He walked in and found Chris in the exact position Darren had left him in last night, still fast asleep.
Darren grinned and sat on the edge of the bed, staring for a moment before poking him and singing out "Chriiissssss! Wake up!"
Chris opened his eyes and glared at Darren. He gave him the middle finger and turned in the blankets onto his side, muttering "What do you want?"
"Well that wasn't very nice." Darren said, pouting. "I just came here to ask if you wanted something to eat."
"No. I want to sleep, Darren."
"I think you want some food," Darren insisted, poking Chris some more.
Chris growled in frustration and turned to face Darren angrily. "Fine. I'm up now. What were you going to get?"
Darren smiled and replied "Pizza."
Chris groaned, slumping back down to the bed.
Darren ordered a pepperoni and mushroom pizza. Not only was Chris not hungry, he was allergic to mushrooms. But all he could do was stare and smile at that big goober trying to talk with his mouth full. He picked some of the cheese off to make it look like he had eaten some of it to please Darren before hopping over into the bathroom. After he had done his business and opened the door he was rushed by Darren, who was carrying his crutches.
Chris jumped and nearly fell backwards into the bathroom, luckily Darren grabbed his shirt and pulled him up. Chris sighed and tried flatten out the wrinkles in the shirt with his hands. "Well now you've gone and stretched it."
"It's only an undershirt," Darren said fixing the crutches under Chris to get him off his leg, "And it doesn't matter. What matters is you not hurting yourself even more."
"Maybe I want to complete the outfit. Maybe go with a black eye. Tell people I got it in the War." He moved himself swiftly on his crutches towards the couch.
"That's not very funny."
"I think it's funny."
"No I mean, I nearly had a heart attack when you broke your leg. I would full on die if you hurt yourself anymore." Darren said stepping in front of the TV.
Chris sighed and moved his hands frantically to get Darren to move out of the way. "Hey!"
Darren bent over and turned the TV off before sitting on the coffee table in front of Chris.
"Why are you in such a bad mood?" Darren pouted.
Chris rolled his eyes and stretched himself out on the couch. "My leg hurts and I'm still tired."
"Well take some Advil and get..untired. I want to take you out today."
"Oh god." Chris groaned and hid his face in a pillow.
About thirty minutes of watching a rerun of Charmed, Darren's phone rang and he had to slip out of the trailer and leave. It upset Chris because whenever he had Charmed on Darren would always stay and watch it with him. Though he really didn't mind, he wasn't about to go ANYWHERE with Darren. He'd rather just stay off his leg and just hide away from the goober.
Chris turned off the TV and hopped into the shower and got himself dressed to start his day at four in the afternoon. It seemed to Darren that Chris had slept long but the reality of it was that Chris hardly got more than three hours in. He just told himself it was his leg and the Doritos he ate before bed. But Chris could not deny that he really couldn't because his mind was swarming and filling him up with butterfly feelings about Darren. He thought about the way he carried him and the way he treated him after his leg broke.
Chris wished and prayed that the relationship that he had with Darren would be more than just friendship but he knows that it will never be that way. Plus, he doesn't want to scare the big goober off by admitting he had a crush on him. Even though a couple weeks ago he was pretty sure he saw Darren beam like a little school girl when he showed him what he could do with sai swords.
Chris is almost 100% sure that Lea was the one who had texted Darren before he had rushed out of the trailer. He could tell because for each person in his contacts Darren has a different Disney song as their ringtones. And unless he had recently changed it, Lea's song was Under the Sea from The Little Mermaid. And if Chris could recall he knows his Disney song is Friend Like Me from Aladdin. Which was one of the coolest compliments he could've ever received from Darren without him actually trying.
All of that was besides the point though, he still really wanted to know what made Darren rush out like that. After doing his hair and checking it twice in the mirror he attempts to pace back and forth but fails and topples over because of the lack of crutches.
He had searched high and low and was whole heartily starting to believe that while in the shower the damn Goober himself snuck into his trailer and stole them. Bastard.
Chris managed to pull himself over to his sink and take two more of this pain relief pills with the tap. Then he pulled himself up on the counter to get a better view of the trailer. And still his crutches were nowhere to be seen.
Chris sighed and put his head in his hands. The last thing he needed was for Darren to pull a stunt and have it ultimately backfire at Chris.
Suddenly there was a knocking at the window above the sink, right behind where Chris was sitting. He jumped and spun around so fast it could have given him whiplash. He looked out and all he could see were two crutches dancing in plain view. Then there were curls. Darren started jumping up and down in order to see in the window. Chris quickly pulled down the curtain and hobbled to the door. When he opened it, Darren was standing on the crutches and using them as stilts.
"Darren! What the hell are you doing?"
Darren couldn't stop giggling. And because so, he fell over and landed on his ass. The crutches went to either side of him. "Would you believe I'm trying to get a broken leg so we can be twins?"
"Darren", Chris warned.
"Okay! Okay!" Darren said as he got up and picked up the crutches. "I took these because I knew that it would be the only way to get you out of you trailer."
Chris rolled his eyes, "Darren. Give me my damn crutches before I hurt myself."
"Nope!" Darren protested, crossing his arms and letting the crutches fall to his sides. "You are coming with me even if I have to carry you."
"Darren-"
"THERE IS NO WAY YOU SHALL DEFEAT ME!" Darren dramatized with a deep voice and a finger on his upper lip to represent a mustache.
"Darren."
"YOU SHALL NOT ESCAPE!"
Chris sighed and then plopped himself down on one of the steps to his trailer. "Will there be free food?"
"Yes." Darren grinned.
"Then…fine just take me."
The next thing Chris knows is that he's being swept off his feet and into Darren's arms. It was a pretty natural feel and he really enjoyed him carrying him like this. It gave him an excuses to wrap his hands around Darren's neck and play with the mess of curls on the back of his head.
Chris spent the 3 minute trip of Darren carrying him by staring at his striking features. From his beautiful hazel eyes to his dark stubble. He couldn't help but sigh at how beautiful his friend was.
Before he knows it Darren was carrying him into Stage 5. Stage 5 being where he broke his leg in the first place.
"You're not going to make me dance again…are you?" Chris asked as soon as they got through the door.
Darren stopped walking abruptly and looked down at Chris for a whole 5 seconds before bursting out laughing. "What? Chris…no."
Then, all of a sudden, the room wasn't so pitch black anymore. One by one the lights were flickering on. And as soon as the last one switched on, Chris was surprised to hear a unison scream of "SURPRISE!" behind him.
Darren slowly turned so both him and Chris could face the entire cast. The stage was set up kind of like a party. They had tables with food on them and chairs all around. Chris saw one poster hanging on the wall that said "Get Well Soon". That's when he knew the party was actually for him.
He sighed and put on a smile, "You guys do know it's not my birthday, right?"
The group laughed before Lea started to skip over to Darren and Chris. "Darren! Put the poor guy before you drop him! He's not a baby, ya know. Just a cripple."
Chris could tell she was joking but that didn't stop him from noticing Darren tightening his grip around him.
"It's fine Lea I got him," he said through a smile, "Hey how about you go turn the music back on."
Lea shrugged and disappeared to the back. Darren walked Chris over to the rest of the group and sat him down in a seat in the middle of the chaos. A couple of people came over and hugged Chris, wishing him to get well soon, before Chris was left alone for about 5 minutes. In those 5 minutes, he really wished he had brought his crutches.
Suddenly, there was a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Amber smiling down at him.
"Hi boo!" Amber laughed and bent down to hug him.
"Hey Amber." Chris genuinely smiled at her.
"Were you surprised?" She said pulling a chair over next to Chris so she could sit down next to him.
"Um…yeah." Chris followed Amber as she started to blush and look down into her lap. "Did you do this for me?"
Amber sighed and smiled, turning her head back up to look at Chris. "No. But I wish I did. It was a cute idea."
Chris just shrugged and looked down at his shoes. He had an idea of who did it, but he just wanted his accusation to be confirmed. "Well then who did it?"
She smiled and looked at a table in the back where a couple people were sitting. "Darren."
"Oh."
She laughed and patted him on the knee. "Don't hold a grudge against him. It was actually a really cute idea." She stood up and brushed imaginary dust off her shirt. "You want me to get you any food?"
Chris looked from his shoes up to his friend and nodded, "Yeah that would be great."
As soon as Amber left he got a lap full of Darren.
"Enjoying yourself?" He grinned.
"Well since you planned it I guess it would be rude if I said no." Chris smirked and started bouncing Darren on his knees.
"So…you are enjoying yourself?"
Chris sighed, "Yes, Darren, the party is fine. Thank you."
"Well don't thank me yet," Darren hopped off of Chris, "I still have something to give you."
"Is it a puppy?"
"…Kind of…"
Amber walked over and placed the plate of food on Chris's lap. "Bon Appétit!"
The party got better as the night went on and as more and more alcohol was being consumed. Chris still couldn't dance yet and that upset him. There was numerous jokes about Chris now being able to play the perfect Artie now because he was crippled. Even though Chris doesn't like people making a big deal out of things, he was still appreciative that Darren planned this for him. And he actually was starting to feel a little better.
After the party had ended Chris thought he would be the one to carry Darren to his trailer. But Darren was able to sober up enough to carry Chris back. This time, he was less cautious of dropping him. Darren practically sprinted back to Chris's trailer, making car noises and all. Looking back on it, that was probably the scariest moment of his life but as Darren was doing, he couldn't help but laugh and play along.
Once Darren made a screeching car sound he dropped Chris off on his trailer steps. After sitting down Darren had joined him, resting his head on Chris's shoulder.
Chris sighed, letting the moment sink in. The moment died when Darren put a big piece of paper under his nose.
He raised an eyebrow, taking the paper. "What's this?"
"It's a…" Darren smiled and opened it for him, "It's a Get Well Soon card. I had everyone sign it and write a message."
Chris smiled down at the card when he started to feel tears forming in his eyes. "Darren…Darren you didn't have to do this. You didn't have to do any of this."
"Well…I know but…I wanted to."
The next thing Chris knows, there are lips being pressed against his own. It takes a couple of seconds of shock before he realizes what's happening and then melts into the kiss. Chris cups Darren's cheek with his hand as an attempt to deepen the kiss, but Darren abruptly pulls back.
Darren's eyes are wide, like a deer caught in headlights.
"I…I'm so sorry." Darren stammers out before he jumps up and starts running.
Chris pulls himself up on the railing of the stairs and shouts, "DARREN!"
But he's already gone.
