A/N: This took me a day to complete, so sorry about the typos, the shortness of it. I wanted to update :)
I was in my room, trying to sleep. Chris had gone home shortly after we got out of the woods. He left like he usually did nothing awkward, nothing out of the ordinary; he just got up and left. Although that's all I could think about after he wasn't in my room anymore.
It was too hot to sleep. I was on top of the covers, with the lights off so I couldn't make out the time on the clock across the room. I needed a cigarette. Maybe that would get my mind off of Chambers.
I dug under my mattress; it was cool in-between it and the box spring. I pulled out the flattened pack. One cigarette left. I sighed looking at the squished tobacco stick in my hand. I lit up, and propped myself up on the windowsill letting the smoke roll out into the night.
My parents were fast asleep I could hear my father snoring. I was half hanging out the window, night breeze brushing across my face, but my thoughts drifted back to Chris. About him giving me my first cigarette. I blew out smoke, and poked at the cloud it making it break apart as if it were my thought I was trying to banish.
I stubbed the rest out even though it was only half smoked. Flicking it into the yard below I noticed a figure coming into my yard. I knew the walk. It was of course the bastard that had been haunting my thoughts all afternoon with his stupid kiss. He had a lot of nerve, but I was supposed to be in bed. I slinked back into the darkness of my room.
I peeked and watched him make his way to the tree. He was getting ready to climb up. Now I was getting angry, normally it wouldn't bother me if he came in the middle of the night. It was usually to escape his crazy family, but I knew that wasn't the matter tonight.
Next thing I knew I was face to face with him. Smelling like stale smoke like always. "Gordie." He whispered as he crawled onto my bed, I was now leaning against the wall, I had moved to let him in.
"What?" I cast my gaze over him. I was thoroughly pissed. I could've been asleep if it weren't for his stupid having to try out kissing me. I was a guy; guys don't kiss guys. I was starting to see red
"I couldn't-" I didn't let him finish; I lunged at him, pinning him under me. It was a difficult task to do, especially when you're trying not to make too much noise but he didn't put up a fight. I got in his face, wanting to yell and swear, although I heard the faint snoring drone of my father.
I shout-whispered "Goddamn you Chambers, thinking you can go around a fucking kissing who ever you want because your Chris Chambers and you have all the girls after you, doesn't fucking mean that I want your lips! You shit head!" Then I started wailing on him. My fists made contact with his chest, his face, his neck, and his shoulders. "Asshole! Mother fucker!" He didn't stop me; his lip was bleeding and starting to swell. I stopped. I was blown away that he didn't try to defend himself. "What's your problem? Hit me!" I said in a normal voice trying not to be too loud.
Next thing I knew he had grabbed my arms; his grip was hard his short nails were digging into my skin. So tight that I could feel the blood being stopped off, his fist came up and met my jaw, and I tumbled backwards hitting my head off the wall.
Neither of us moved as the snoring paused, I looked at him and he looked at me and we both glanced at the door. The snoring started again, a sigh passed through me, and Chris wiped the blood from his face. We stared each other down, "Are you done being a psycho?"
"Are you done being so fucking weird?" I hissed out the word bitterly. His face contorted up into an ugly sneer, and he turned the tables and got me against the wall. His face, the look in his eyes, it scared me. I turned my head.
"Look at me." His face was inches from mine. I shut my eyes. His hand grabbed my chin and forced my face upwards. "Look. At. Me." I opened my eyes and stared into his eyes. The eyes that belong to the kid who had been through everything with me, my brother's death, Ace, Ray Brower, junior high, high school. Everything.
"I'm looking at you." I said my voice wavering. Something was twisting up in my gut. I wanted to vomit; I wanted to tell him I was sorry, I wanted…
"Gordie, I…" He trailed off. He tried to calm him self down, I could hear my heart pounding in my chest. "I just-" I smashed my face to his, grabbing at his face. It was the only way for no awkward words to come out of his mouth. There I was just as guilty as he was.