"Hey, Chris it's me. Again. Please pick up your phone or call me back? I just want to make sure that you're alright. And I want you to know I'm sorry. Please call me or text me?" I left another message. And I had sent him about thirty text messages.

Chris had been gone all night. And it absolutely killed me. I just wanted to make sure that he was at Aaron's. I couldn't stand this. I needed him. Maybe a little more than I was willing to admit.

I let out a growl and rubbed my eyes. I hadn't had nearly enough sleep that night. I couldn't sleep when I knew Chris was mad at me. He was the most important person in my life and I just wanted to apologize and cuddle up with him until we fell asleep. And then I would wake up in the middle of the night because the couch got uncomfortable. I would wake him up slowly by caressing his face lightly. And-

My head snapped up at the realization of what I had just thought. "Oh my god. Oh my god." I muttered over and over again and started pacing the floor. "I want to be with him." I told myself. I said it out loud to check if it was true. And boy, it was true. So very true.

I heard the front door open and close again. I heard footsteps coming towards the entertainment room, where I was.

When Chris entered the room we looked at each other and screamed "I am so sorry!" at the exact same time. I had completely forgotten about the internal freak out I was having until a second ago. Just seeing his face was enough to make my world right again.

"No I'm sorry." We told each other, again speaking the words at the same time.

"Stop it." We choked out in laughter. It was getting creepy. One of us had to break this weird spell.

"You go first." He said, like he could read my mind.

I smiled at him. "I'm sorry I said those things. It wasn't my intention to make it sound like you're in love with me." I apologized. He came over and hugged me.

"And I shouldn't have ran off like that." He told me against my neck. My knees went weak at his hot breath ghosting over my skin.

I pulled away quickly, before I could get too fond of the hug. "Friends?" I asked him and held out my right pink to him.

Our eyes locked on each other for a moment and two wide smiles found our faces. "The best." He said and linked his pinkie with mine.

Then I remembered something. "Aw now I don't need my 'please forgive me for being an idiot and be my friend again' present anymore." I pouted. I saw his eyes grow wider at the word 'present'. "It will go to waste."

"Hey," He said. "you're still an idiot. So technically I can still have the present." I snorted at his comment.

I didn't give in right away. He gave me his best puppy dog eyes and I couldn't resist those big, bright blue orbs. "Okay." I said and walked to the kitchen.

A few moments later I re-entered the room with a big chocolate cake with chocolate sauce and it said 'I'm sorry for being an idiot' in pink letters. "Oh my god. Thank you." Chris squealed. He took the whole cake from me and went to the kitchen. "I love your cakes." He got one fork for himself and didn't even bother cutting off a slice. He started eating it on his way to the couch.

"Can I have a piece too?" I asked.

He shook his head. "No." He protected the cake with his arms when I tried to reach for it.

"Please?" I fluttered my eyelashes at him, hoping he couldn't resist my puppy dog eyes either.

Apparently he couldn't. "Okay." He sighed and turned around to give me access to the cake. I noticed he had a drop of chocolate sauce on his chin. "What?" He asked when I didn't start eating the cake. Oh, I was staring.

"You have some chocolate sauce" I leaned in a little closer than necessary. "right" I wiped the sauce away with my thumb slowly. "there." I whispered. My eyes flickered to his lips. They were so close and perfect. They looked delicious and I had to lean just a little bit closer to taste them.

So I did. I closed my eyes and leaned in slowly. I captured his soft lips with mine. I moved the hand that was on his chin to his hair and intertwined my fingers with it.

He had moved his hand to my neck. His lips started to move against mine. I took that as my invitation to start nibbling on his lower lip. He slipped his tongue in and I slipped my hand around his waist.

Then he abruptly broke the kiss and pushed me away. "Oh my god." He said, covering his mouth with his left hand and the cake still in the other. He put the cake in the coffee table and covered his face with his hands. "I can't do this. I have a boyfriend." He whispered.

"I know, I'm sorry." I came closer to him and put a comforting hand on his back. "That was totally inappropriate of me" I apologized for the second time that day.

"Please don't touch me?" He asked in a small voice. It broke my heart to see him like this because of me. I stilled the hand on his back and put it uselessly in my lap.

"Okay, if you don't want that, I'll lay off." I needed him to know that I wouldn't do anything that he was not comfortable with. At least not on purpose.

He looked up at me. "Darren, I'm not mad at you." He said. It took me by surprise. He had so many reasons to be mad at me. "I'm just confused. Can we talk about this?" He asked.

"Of course." I answered him. Because really, how could I say no to that?

"Why did you do that?" He pulled his legs on the couch and faced me. Then he continued. "I know you don't have someone special at the moment, but why did you kiss me?"

Why did I kiss him? For god sake, why did I kiss him? Because I wanted to and he was so close. And because I am a selfish idiot who just kisses his taken roommate, and best friend, without even thinking about it. "I- I don't know." I stuttered with my head turned to my fiddling hands in my lap.

"Please, try to tell me?" Now Chris was the one who was rubbing soothing circles on my back. He was patiently waiting for me to answer him.

I took a deep breath. "I'm really confused." I told him. I felt the need to elaborate. "Right before you came in, I realized just how much I missed you." I was close to tears, as if I was getting out tension I didn't even know I had in me.

"If you need any help, I'll be right here." Chris promised me, his hand never stopped rubbing circles on my back, I could feel the warmth of his hand trough my shirt. "Don't be afraid to ask. Whenever you need me." He said, his tone was serious.

I looked him in the eyes and nodded. "Thank you." I whispered, a single tear left my eye. "Can I?" I held my arms open, asking him if he was okay with a hug.

"Come here." He chuckled and pulled me in to a tight hug. I let my tears roll onto his shoulder. My sobs disappeared after a few minutes. "Oh, Darren?" He asked, his voice was light again.

"Yes?"

"I invited Aaron to come over to have lunch at the set today," He said. "please try not to rip his face off?" He laughed against my neck.

"I'll try." I chuckled back.