Chapter six

Two brother's and a girl

"Where is he, where the fuck his he!" Sahara found herself screaming at Eyeball.

"Calm down babe, he's upstairs asleep" Eye ball replied, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

"Don't call me babe, I'm not your babe, I thought I was your friend but now after last night, I would never ever consider you my friend"

Eyeball looked taken aback, "hey sack what's up, just because I gave Chris a little cuff around the ears he's had worse."

"It doesn't matter if he's had worse, he doesn't deserve any of it!" she roared, hitting him hard in the chest.

Eyeball felt a little sick. Sahara had always been some one in his life; she was basically part of the family. She'd always hung round here, most of the time her parents didn't know, seeing as they came from such a respectable house hold and all. They didn't mind Chris coming to Sahara's ever now and again but if they'd known how much Sahara was at the Chambers they'd probably have a fit.

Eyeball never liked making Sahara un happy and he'd kill any one who did. As she looked up at him, her hair messy and tousled and her big oval grey eyes pleading, he wondered sadly to himself, why was it that she loved Chris and not him, why not him?

"Sack, I swear to you I only smacked him round the head, I didn't beat him up I swear" he grabbed her clenched fists and placed them down by her side.

"Let me see him then" she replied, wiping away red hot tears that threatened to fall in thick streams.

"Fine, go see your Precious Chris!" he spat, roughly pushing her past him. Slamming the door of the porch, he stepped outside and pulled a smoke from behind his ear. Lighting it and puffing away at it furiously.

Sahara sighed with relief as she stepped into the familiar surroundings of a house that was like a home to her. Not wasting a second she bounded up the stairs and came crashing into Chris's tiny un kept bedroom. He wasn't there "Chris!" she called, "Chris you here" noticing that the bath room door was shut she figured he'd be having a shower, so she sat herself down on his bed and waited.

After 5 minutes or so she heard the door of the bathroom click open and footsteps unsettle the floor boards.

Chris walked in, his body bare but for the grey moth eaten towel wrapped around his bottom half. His hair darkened by the water that was dripping down past his forehead and sliding down the crevices of his face. He was shocked to see her, this early of the morning, shocked but very happy.

Sahara grinned; she wasn't fazed she'd seen Chris 'bare' 1000 times before. Leaping off the bed she found herself wrapping her arms around Chris, sobbing silently. She'd never been so relieved to see him, so completely overwhelmed by his presence.

Chris stood stiff for a moment, Sahara's body pressing urgently up against his soaking frame. He felt so utterly complete he didn't know why, he'd hugged Sahara more times then he could count, for gods sake they'd slept in the same bed nearly every weekend for the past 13 years. So why was it now that he craved Sahara so passionately, so violently that he could barely stand to let her out of his embrace?

Wrapping both his tanned, muscular arms around her, he pressed her closer to him, resting his chin on the top of her head, stroking her arched back.

Sahara couldn't explain for the life of her the feeling that was rocketing around inside of her. It was something like lust, friendship, passion, hate, jealousy all rolled up together in a large ball of unexplainable feelings.

Her hands felt his warm naked skin, as his muscles flexed then contracted. Her parted lips where pressed snuggly onto his chest, and she tried not to enjoy the taste he left in her mouth.

Suddenly very frightened by these feelings she pulled away, hugging herself.

"Chris, Chris are you ok, did Eye Ball hurt you?" she questioned.

Chris ran his lithe fingers through his locks of sandy coloured hair "Na, only a quick clip around the ears, nothing major" he grinned or was it a smirk?

"Oh Chris I'm so sorry, it's all my fault" Sahara's angelic faced crumpled, fresh tears sprouting in her eyes. "Chris" she whispered, pulling her hands up to hide her face.

Chris looked at her stricken, she was so upset, so innocent and vulnerable he'd never seen her so. Still only in a towel, he walked over to her, and delicately with two hands he prized her fingers away from her face, which was dewy with fallen tears. Using his thumb he trailed along the socket of her eye trying to wipe away the tears. "It's ok Sack, it's not your fault, it would've happened any way."

"And look no bruises, see it was nothing" he whispered, pulling her in again, this time not knowing if it would comfort her or him more.

Sahara could hear Chris's heart pounding underneath his supple bronzed skin and she pressed her chest harder into his so that she knew he could feel hers.

"C'mon Sack, you ok now?" he asked, letting her go.

She wiped away the last tear, smiling "Yeh I'm fine, wanna go to the diner I maybe fine but I freaking hungry!"

"Boss" he laughed "Just errmmmm, let me get some clothes on first."

Sahara laughed, hugging him once more.

Eyeball walked past Chris's bedroom, sipping on a can of pop. Looking in curiously he saw Sahara, hugging the near naked Chris. His heart beat a little faster with raw envy, crushing the can underneath his hands made him feel a little bit better, but as he discarded it onto the ground, he wondered for the second time today why was it she loved Chris, and not him. He had more to offer, he was older, more experienced, better looking.

Damn Chris damn him to hell, Eye ball thought walking on by.

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