PJ POV
"So..." I say as I hand Chris a cup of tea. "You were kinda... On my floor last night. Care to explain?"
"Oh," Chris says quietly, turning a little bit pink and not looking me right in the eye. "You were having a nightmare or something and I guess I fell asleep on your floor."
"What?"
"Well, I went to check on you, and-" He stops himself there, continuing with "And I guess I fell asleep on your floor."
"Oh," I say, sipping my drink. "Thanks, I guess."
"Yeah..."
I suppose it makes sense that I had a nightmare; I woke up weirdly, like I tend to during bad dreams. But I've never woken up to find a friend on the floor. I wrack my brains trying to remember the dream. I remember seeing the face of a pirate, perhaps Captain Hook, and his blade was pressed to me. My neck. But why didn't I fight him off? Oh yes, I was tied down. And someone untied me. I couldn't see them, though. Maybe that was Chris, outside of my dream...
"You're being quiet." Chris says, hitting me with a cushion. "I'm awake, so you should be too."
"I am awake. I'm thinking. I'm very philosophical in the morning."
"If I'm awake, it's not really the morning." Chris grins. I look at my watch and inform him that it isn't midday yet.
"I got up early? It's obviously because I slept on the floor. What kind of man are you, making your guests sleep on the floor?"
"Do not question my masculinity!" I scowl, flexing my muscles.
"Oh, please." Chris teases. "I am the manliest of all."
"Course." I say, jabbing his arm.
"Ow!"
"Manly."
"Thanks, asshole."
"You're welcome." I grin. Chris rolls his eyes.
We sit quietly slurping our drinks before I mumble and say. "I need to go to the shops today. You coming?"
"What kind of shop?" Chris asks.
"Lingerie." I joke.
"Definitely coming!"
"We should get this, and this, and this, and this..." Chris drones, pointing to various items in the aisle before putting them in the trolley. I immediately put most of them back.
"Chris, you don't even like cauliflower." I tell him as he points to the vegetable in his hand. I remember him telling me how he thought they were snowed-on broccoli when he was younger.
"Yeah, you're right. Don't get that one."
I grab the cauliflower and place it in the trolley before zooming down the aisle, stopping myself just in time to avoid an elderly woman. I feel my cheeks burn and try to fight off a grin as I turn to Chris, who is facing away from me, but his bouncing shoulders and palm raised to his head tell me he's killing himself laughing. I walk on slowly to give him time to catch up. When he does, he calls me an idiot and laughs harder.
"Thanks mate." I pretend to be offended but can't help but let a smile creep onto my lips.
We get to the till where Chris hopelessly attempts to pack the bags. I snicker at his failure which associates with that of a seven year old. I show him how it's done; packing three bags in the time it takes him to open one.
I open the wallet to pay, and Chris asks if he should pay some, since he's staying at mine and he's going to use most of it. I nudge his arm and shake my head, paying full price before he can object. However, I instruct him to carry the heavier bags home. He rolls his eyes and picks two up.
"I would have paid, you know." Chris says on the walk home. "I'm trying to do one good thing every day. It won't last long, but may as well try."
"Not a bad idea," I nod. "I might try that."
"How about we see who can last the longest?" Chris beams, a gleam in his eye. "The first one to miss a day of not doing nice stuff for someone loses."
"And has to..?"
"And has to make a video naked."
"What?" I cry, laughing at the same time.
"The camera doesn't have to be that far down." He says, smiling. "But they need to mention the fact that they're naked."
"Chris, is that even allowed?" I sigh.
"Hopefully!"
"Whatever. I'll just have to win then."
"Ha! Good luck!"
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