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Another soppy chapter. Another apology for OOC-ness but again, John is in love with Chas, who has been dead for two weeks. How would you react? Please enjoy and review!
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Bacon.
John opened his eyes slowly, his head hurting. Bright sunlight poured in his bedroom window and the scent of frying bacon and tea was thick on the air, a comforting blanket, and John blinked in confusion.
Then he remembered. Chas.
It had been a dream. It had to have been a dream.
He sat up in bed, and realised he was in his boxers once more. If Chas was here, he had seen John in his underwear. It had happened many times before, but with the knowledge of his new love for the teen angel, a blush entered his pale cheeks.
"Fuck it, John. You don't even know he's back. It was a dream." He muttered angrily to himself.
The door opened. "Morning, John." Despite the already bright light in the room, Chas seemed to glow as he entered, the angelic image of his soft curls and eyes boosted by the tray of bacon sandwiches and cup of tea in his hands.
"Chas," John whispered.
"You look like you've seen a ghost, John," Chas said with a cocked eyebrow, smiling slightly, coming over to the bed and handing him the sandwiches. He placed the tea on the cabinet beside.
John could only stare. All he felt for the boy welled up inside of him and threatened to spill out. He busied himself with a sandwich, taking a large bite. Chas smiled down at him, making the hairs on his neck stand up.
"So, you want explanations, John?" Chas asked.
There was a long pause. John set the tray down and looked at Chas, his heart racing. "No... not now. Chas- can I have a-a hug?"
Chas looked startled, but sat down on the bed beside John and silently wrapped his arms around him.