Thanks to everybody who has reviewed my last chapter.

Now I know, I have another short chapter, but like my last, it just seemed to end just right where it is. So I'll apologise now for that.

Boarding School Hell

As the days continued, Titch continued to look out for Chris. He could tell that everybody talking about the baby was getting that little bit too much for him, so would ask him to come and 'help him with something' whenever the conversations started just to get him away. Usually, it was just a little trip down to the hut, just to calm the Perry down. If he did not talk to Wyatt soon, there was going to be some major fireworks when they did talk.

This was where Chris and Titch were at the moment, in the hut, having a smoke.

"Have you said anything at all to him yet?" Titch asked, but received a negative from the taller of the two, "Are you going to saying anything, anytime soon?"

"I don't know," Chris shrugged, "I don't know if I should. I mean, I'm just being stupid about it really and it's not Wyatt's fault."

"No, but if you spoke to him, you might not be so on edge with him," the 18-year-old suggested, "He knows something's bothering you and he thinks its either the baby of the SATs. I keep telling him its nothing to worry about, but its hard to keep lying to him when there obviously is something bothering you."

"But…"

"No buts," Titch shook his head, "If it was the other way around. Lizzie was yours and Bianca's and Wyatt was with you and feeling this way, would you want to know?"

"Well, yeah, I could stop flaunting the fact that I had a daughter then."

"Right," Titch threw his arms out, "So talk to him. He loves you, so he'll understand. I mean, I understand and you didn't think I would."

"Ok," Chris sighed in defeat, "I'll talk to him tonight."

"Good."

"But for now, I'm gonna enjoy this." Chris took a drag of his cigarette just as he heard voices coming towards the hut, that sounded like Wyatt, Naff and Speedy. Chris quickly stubbed out the cigarette and threw the discarded end Titch's way. Wyatt still did not know he had started up again, but what was Wyatt coming down here for? As the door opened, the two teens looked at it to see the three that they knew were coming around there, walking in.

"Hey," Wyatt said, seeing Chris, "I thought you quit."

"I thought you did too."

"I…well…I…"

"Don't bother, Wyatt," Chris shook his head, "I'm not in the mood to fight with you about it. I've started up again."

"I never quite quit." Wyatt pointed out. Chris glared at Titch, did he know about this?

"Don't look at me!"

"It's our fault," Naff admitted, "We're the two that have been hiding it for him. Seems like Titch has been doing the same for you."

Sighing, Chris took another cigarette out of his new packet and lit up, while the three newcomers did the same.

"So, what you been talking about?" Wyatt asked, looking between his lover and his friend.

"Nothing," Chris shook his head, "Just the SAT scores that will be out during Spring Break."

Wyatt nodded his head, although he did not believe that, and took a drag from his own nicotine stick.

"Have you seen the new photos that Wyatt's mom sent?" Speedy asked Chris, oblivious to that fact that this was the last thing that Chris wanted to talk about. The Perry managed to just shake his head, "Oh, you have to, she is so cute. She's gotten so big in the last few weeks too."

Chris just bit his tongue as he glared towards Titch, who's eyes were widening, trying to warn Chris to calm down. Now was not the time to lash out about it all.

"My mom said she doesn't sleep through the night," Wyatt warned his lover, "So next week will be some fun, since she's in our room."

The brunette 18-year-old just rolled is eyes, as if to say great, and quickly finished his cancer stick. Standing up, he brushed some dirt of him.

"Where you going?"

"Away." Chris said and walked out of the hut, leaving Wyatt, Speedy and Naff all looking at Titch.

"You know something, don't you?" Wyatt questioned the 5' 4'' teen, "C'mon, spill."

"You need to talk to him, that's all," Titch tried to evade the subject, but the three in the room were not going to let him, "Preferably tonight before he kills something."

"What's he so pissed at?" Speedy asked, "He's been like this for a few days now."

"He's been like it for a few weeks," Naff laughed, "If he was a girl I'd say he was pregnant."

Even though Speedy smiled at Naff's attempt at a joke, Wyatt and Titch were not. The Halliwell glared at his shorter friend, wanting answers.

"Go and talk to him, Wy," Titch offered, "That's all I can say."


Later that night, the two teen lovers were in their own beds. By the time Wyatt had got back from the hut, Chris was already in his own bed, asleep. Well, he may have been pretending to sleep, but he was not responding to Wyatt at all, so Wyatt climbed into his own bed. Now he was staring at the ceiling, he could not sleep, just constantly wondering what was wrong with Chris. The last time he had seen him like this was when Bianca was causing trouble at the party, but then he said what he needed there and then, he had not kept something bottled for so long. Yes, he was talking to Titch, but Titch could not help him unless he spoke to Wyatt, this had something to do with him, and he knew it.

"Chris, if you are awake, talk to me," Wyatt pleaded with his brunette lover, "I need to know what's wrong with you. I'm scared," but Chris did not reply, Wyatt could just hear his breathing, "Fine," Wyatt sighed and rolled onto his side, so his back was to Chris, "Night."

Chris was awake though, he just did not want to speak to Wyatt right now, but hearing the pain in his voice made it hard for him not to say anything. Slowly, he rolled onto his back, and looked towards his lover.

"There's just a few issues going through my head," he finally admitted, "Just things that, I don't know, are making me slightly jealous of 'Lizabeth."

"How can you be jealous of a baby?" Wyatt asked, now rolling onto his other side to face Chris, his head propping up on his arm.

"Not of the baby herself, just of how you're acting with her, the fact that she's YOUR daughter," Chris explained, "I'm never gonna have a child that I can biologically call my own. There's never gonna be a little girl or boy running around out there with Perry blood in them, and I just feel like you're rubbing the fact that you have your own little angel and I never will."

"What are you saying, that you want to get some girl pregnant?" Wyatt questioned him, "That you want a child of your own. There are ways of doing that, you know, like surrogates or…"

"No, I'm not saying I want it," Chris sighed, "Not right now, anyway…I don't know, I'm just saying that…"

"You think I'm rubbing it in the fact I have Elizabeth."

"Yeah."

"She's your daughter too."

"Not biologically she isn't."

"Legally she could," Wyatt responded, earning a confused look from Chris, "My mom's trying to convince Caitlin to sign her rights to the child to you. But Caitlin wants to talk to you about it first. That's only if you want to do it though."

Chris sat up and looked towards Wyatt in the dark.

"Sign the rights to me?"

"Yeah," Wyatt nodded, "So she's our daughter."

"I don't know, Wyatt," Chris shook his head, "Not that I don't love you, but…well…what if something happens between us that we can't fix. What if something happens to me, an accident or something…"

"Chris, don't worry, I'm not gonna say you have to, I'm just saying think about it," the Halliwell laughed slightly at Chris' overdramatic nature, "Nothing's going to happen to us that we can't fix. You've done the worst thing possible and we're still together. Please, just think about it."

"I'll think about it," Chris nodded, laying back down, "She still won't be mine though."

"You know, just because she won't have your features, doesn't mean she won't love you like you're her dad," Wyatt advised, "And it doesn't mean she won't pick up any of your annoying habits."

"What annoying habits?" Chris asked, with mock offence.

"Oh let's see, like you play with your fingers when you get nervous," Wyatt said, "Your smoking…"

"You smoke too."

"You got me started," Wyatt pointed out, "I didn't before I met you."

The two boys just laughed and then silence filled the room as they seemed to think.

"I'm still gonna think of you as her dad," Wyatt said, "And any others if we have any, you know, adopt of something and they won't think any different…"

"Apart from when we tell them." Chris pointed out.

"And if you're anything like Leo, that won't make a difference. Look at how me and Parker look up to him."

Chris looked over to Wyatt, something that Wyatt had said had just hit him. Leo, of course, Chris could talk to Leo about this as soon as they got back home, he of all people would understand.

Again the room was filled with silence, all that could be heard was the wind rustling outside in the trees on the grounds. Then there came the sound of somebody moving in the room.

Thinking it was Wyatt just moving around in his bed, Chris rolled onto his side, so his back was away from his lover, but then felt his bed move and Wyatt's warm body sliding into the sheets next to him. He smiled slightly, as Wyatt wrapped his arm around his waist, pulling him close.

"No matter what though, Chris," Wyatt whispered, closing his eyes, "I love you."

"I love you too, Wyatt." Chris smiled, and even though his thoughts had not gone from his mind, he could rest a little easier, knowing in a week he would be able to talk to Leo about it, and find out his perspective.


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