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"Still in a huff, John?"
It was nearing darkness. John looked up from his bed, saw Chas leaning casually against the doorframe. Struggling to fight his new cravings, he forced himself to look away disdainfully.
"Don't be like that, John," Chas said. "I'm only trying to help."
John sighed. "I know."
"You've become so strange, John."
"I always was strange."
Chas sat down beside John, looked at him deeply, making John's heart race. "I mean... I don't know, John. It's like one minute you want to hold me so tightly, the next minute you want to punch me..." The hurt look in the boy's eyes made him look vunerable and confused.
"I know how you feel," John sighed again.
For a moment, they just looked at each other. There was no doubt left in John now; he loved Chas. Chas, however, appeared both unaware of this and as though he felt entirely differently.
"To sort out your life, I need to know what's wrong," Chas said. "Tell me, John."
John blinked. Here was a perfect opportunity to spill his heart to Chas, to confess how he felt, but he chose not to take it. "No, Chas. Just leave me."
Chas glared. "I'll get it out of you."
"Whatever you say, asshole," John murmured, rolling over sleepily. He jumped at the feeling of Chas' soft hand on his cheek briefly, before Chas rose and headed to the door.
"Goodnight, John."
John fought the urge to cry.