Please don't hate me, I promise once this week is done I will have more time to write. This is a small drabble, just to let you know that I'm still writing it! I've been so busy lately with school and now a job that writing has taken an unfortunate backburner, but not for long!
I don't have time to respond to reviews, but next time, I promise.
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It was a week after Darren and Chris had returned from Chris' hometown. In another week they would be returning to five a.m. wake up calls and way too many expressos before lunch time.
"Don't get me wrong, I love what I do, but why five a.m.?" Darren groaned, sitting upside down on the couch and flipping through channels.
"Because they like to torture us, same reason they invented slushying."
Darren's face fell into an annoyed, flat expression.
"Okay, no need to be butt hurt about it. It made you a better person." Chris giggled, flipping pancakes onto two plates.
"No, it was like getting face-fucked by a snowball." Darren grumbled, crossing his arms.
"That was the most ridiculous way I've heard that described."
"I'm ridiculous." Darren shrugged, his eyes lighting up when he saw two plates of pancakes sitting on the counter. He glanced from Chris down to the plates several times, smiling to one side.
"Yes, those are for you."
"SCORE."
Darren hopped up, sliding into the chair across from Chris. They ate in silence for a while, enjoying the sound of rain falling quietly outside.
The way that the dim light casted light shadows on Chris' face caught Darren's attention. Even in sweatpants he was attractive. Darren had started noticing those things about Chris. The way that when he laughs his face scrunches up and he exposes his teeth, that's how you knew he was really happy. How sometimes he would stack cans of Diet Coke out of boredom and then throw things at them to make them fall. The loud clanking would usually wake Darren from a nap, but he couldn't be mad because when you have a pair of blue eyes like that staring back at you, it's almost impossible not to get lost in them instead of your irritability.
"Are they any good?" Chris took a bite, chewing quietly.
"They're like a breakfast form of Jesus."
Chris shook his head, "You're on a roll today."
Suddenly it thundered outside, and Darren instinctively leaned towards Chris, hiding in his t-shirt. Chris tried not to laugh, patting Darren's head.
"Are you afraid of thunderstorms?"
"Yes. They're terrifying." Darren leaned away, still feeling Chris' warmth on his cheek. Their faces were so close, mere inches away from touching, and it drove Darren crazy. It was as if there was this magnetic pull between them, and it slowly coaxed Darren into the realization that he was falling in love with Christopher Paul Colfer.
Darren was brought out of his daydreaming by a loud clinking of glass.
"I think I'm gonna go lie down." Chris placed his plate in the sink, yawning and stretching in a way that pulled up his shirt to expose a little sliver of pale skin.
"Didn't you just wake up?"
"Yes, but I'm going to hate myself later if I don't take advantage of 7 more days of whenever I want to sleep, I can lay down in a comfy bed instead of a trailer nest of fleece throws and that pillow pet you got me for my birthday."
Darren laughed, "Okay. Have fun with that."
"Yes sir."
Chris closed the door behind him and Darren groaned, dropping his head into his hands.
"This so isn't fair."
When Chris walked out into the living room he saw Darren lying on the couch with a pillow on his otherwise exposed ear. His eyes were squinted and every time it thundered he would squeeze the pillow tighter against his ear.
Darren sat up, flinching when it thundered once again. Chris frowned, going over and hugging Darren around the neck.
"Don't be scared Dare Bear, you got your best friend with ya." Chris cooed, laughing when Darren swatted him over the head.
"Rude. You are rude."
"Yup."
Darren shook his head, sighing and closing his eyes for a bit. He started to drift off, the rain pattering on the window slowly lulled him to sleep. He could have sworn that Chris started tugging his fingers through his curls, but he couldn't be sure what was a dream and what was reality anymore.
