Author's Note: Sorry I haven't updated in so long! However, things are looking up for the guys in this chapter, so maybe that will lead to my forgiveness? Review!
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Outside, it had begun to rain. The air crackled with electricity, promising a huge storm. It made John tense, like something was going to happen.
Chas was washing up, humming. It made John glow inside.
"Chas," John said suddenly. "Can I ask you something?"
Chas looked round. "Sure, John."
"About that prostitute..."
Colour flooded into Chas' cheeks. He looked back to the dishes. "What about her?"
John felt uncomfortable and was starting to regret bringing it up. "Well... why, Chas?"
"Why, John?" Chas repeated. "I needed affection from somewhere, since you were just being a stand-off-ish asshole as usual. I'm used to it, but it doesn't mean I don't crave attention of some kind."
For some reason, the boy's words caused that spark of hope again. They also stung. "Chas..."
"It's alright, John," Chas said quietly.
John wanted to go up behind Chas and hold him so tightly. Instead, he remained sitting, tapping the table.
"What you thinking, John?"
John smiled sadly. "Nothing, Chas."
Silence fell, and outside the sun began to set. The spark grew in John, and so did the feeling that something was going to happen.