I'm sorry that I've taken forever to post this, I really don't have a good reason at all.

Hearts.

Chapter Eight

I'm such a whimp, Darren thought to himself as he splashed water on his face in Joey's bathroom. He'd cried to his best for about two hours, and he was extremely embarrassed to admit it. Joey had been helpful, well, not really. Actually Joey had just let him cry his heart out, and mumbled soothing words to him. Right now he was making a run for food, Darren's favourite, Italian.

"What's become of you Criss?" He mumbled to his reflection in the mirror above the sink. He took a deep breath, and pushed open the door. When he glanced at the little kitchen he could see a takeout bag, he hurried over to it but noticed the food was gone. He walked over to the couch, and saw all the food spread out on the coffee table in front of the TV. He turned to the couch to grab the blanket, and he was planning on throwing himself on the floor then stuffing his face. He didn't make it though, because Chris was sitting on the couch looking delicious, and Darren's heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest.

"Hey," Chris whispered, and gave a small wave. "I heard you were hungry."

"Hungry, yeah…" Darren couldn't even think straight at this point, I mean come on. Chris couldn't just expect to show up looking like, well, that and think that everything would be okay. Wait, what was Darren saying, of course it would be okay, Chris was sitting two feet away from him, and he looked beautiful.

"Here, eat." Chris handed him a plate of spaghetti, and patted the space next to him on the couch. Darren sat down, making sure that their knees were touching, he dug into his food just now realising how hungry he was. Chris was eating too only he was more, dapper.

Darren looked at Chris, Chris looked Darren, Darren blushed, and looked away. He didn't see it but Chris blushed too, but didn't look away.

"I broke up with Mia." Darren had no idea what he was saying until the words came out like vomit, he wished he could snap them out of the air, and swallow them.

"Yeah, I know. Harry told me last month." Chris set down his plate on the table, and took a swig of Diet Coke. He seemed so calm about it all, as this was a typical statement that Darren had said multiple times.

"What? Actually? The little shit." Chris chuckled, and Darren's heart fluttered in response. What was Darren still doing, it was clear that Chris liked him back. He wouldn't have kissed him if he was still interested in that Eddie guy, right? Well, Darren thought to himself, I'm not getting away where by just sitting here. He leaned over, and shoved his lips onto Chris'. It was filled with passion, hope, and pure lust. Chris dug his fingers into Darren's mess of curls, and deepened the kiss. Darren moaned, and Chris snuck his tongue in his mouth. Darren wrapped his arms around Chris' waist pulling him up into his lap.

"Hey! Dar, really? You guy better keep it in your pants if you're going to be in here." Joey Richter had officially ruined the mood.