Showing posts with label will. Show all posts
Showing posts with label will. Show all posts

Sunday, January 31, 2010

C&J in the same bed, ooh! (Finished)

THE boys take a trip to Will's house for his sister's graduation. But when they're forced to share only two guest rooms, Chris and Jonny decide to take their friendship to the next level. 
It's a slash fic!

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Ten o'clock in the morning, the four-door car rolled into the driveway of the small manor house. The engine quieted, and the driver's door immediately opened. A long leg stretched its way onto the gravel below, another leg soon to follow. The man stood up, carefully removing the sunglasses that protected his eyes. He folded the stems and slipped the glasses over his collar.

Then the passenger side door opened, and another man revealed himself. He was not nearly as tall as the first man, clocking in at about 5'10" as opposed to 6'0". He wore the same style sunglasses, though, which he decided to leave on. He turned around as he shut his door and peered into the back window. There were yet another two men still in the car, but both were sound asleep, with one man's head resting on the other's shoulder.

"Aw, look at them, they're napping. How cute," the second man said. Then he looked over the top of the car at the first man. "Honk the horn and wake them up."

The first man laughed and momentarily held onto the door. He looked at the two sleeping men, then slammed his hand down on the steering wheel. The roaring blare jolted one of the men to consciousness, and he fuzzily looked around. He twitched his shoulder to wake up the other man, who opened his eyes much more peacefully.

"Jonny, we're here," one of the men said to the other. The first two men were already walking towards the house. The man called Jonny sat up, straightened his dark green cap, and unbuckled himself. As he and the other man climbed out of the car, the front door of the manor house opened.

"Will, you're finally here!" an older woman exclaimed, striding towards the first two men. She stopped first at the taller of the two, kissed him on the cheek and wrapped her arms around him. When she pulled back, she placed her hand on his left cheek and stared at him. "I can't believe you're so grown up."

"Mum, I'm only twenty," Will replied, laughing. His mother smiled at him and released him of her hold. Then she turned to the shorter man, and smiled at him, too.

"It's nice to see you, Guy," she nodded first at the shorter man, then to the other two men who were standing behind him, "Chris, Jonny."

"It's nice to see you, too, Mrs. Champion," Jonny politely replied.

Chris beamed at her and said, "Thank you for letting us stay in your beautiful home."

"Oh, it's nothing," she waved Chris's gratitude away. "Melissa is very fond of all of you, so she's extraordinarily pleased that you could all make it."

"Of course, graduating is a big thing," Guy said. "We wouldn't want to miss something this important."

"Well, I'm glad." She turned to Will and reached her arm around him, placing her hand on his shoulder blade. "Come on inside, now, I've prepared some tea for you guys. We'll worry about luggage later."

She guided Will into the house, with Chris, Jonny, and Guy following closely behind. Guy had been to the house before, but Chris and Jonny had not. Chris was utterly stunned by the sheer brilliance of the carpentry inside, all of the carved doorways, smooth ceilings, and hardwood floors. It was much nicer than he could have imagined, which was saying a lot. Jonny found the interior decorating to be something noteworthy; most of the rooms were painted and draped in various shades of blue, giving the house a distinct relaxing quality.

The kitchen was small, but one doorway through it let to a much larger dining room. There was a long, elegant table in the middle, clothed in navy blue with a marvelous floral centerpiece. The light fixture that hung in the center looked a bit older, but it was still flattering. The four men took their seats at the table while Mrs. Champion fetched a pot of tea.

"There you are, dears," she crooned as she finished pouring the last cup of tea. The men all thanked her, then she left them to converse amongst themselves. Jonny sipped at his drink, eyes locked firmly on Chris. Chris swirled his cup around, amused by the ripples it created in the liquid. Guy ran his finger around the edge of his cup, thinking about the purpose of them visiting Will's family. Will downed most of his tea in the first swallow, and it only took him another half-gulp to finish it off.

"I'm gonna go bring in the suitcases and stuff," he mumbled as he carried his cup out of the room. The other three paid hardly any attention to his departure, and carried on with their absentminded ways.

"Do you guys think Will would hate me if I tried to hit on Melissa?" Guy finally spoke. Chris looked up at him, questioning, and also slightly disgusted.

"Really? We're not here ten minutes and already you're thinking about sex?"

Guy sat up in a bit of anger, and held his hands out in front of him. "Whoa, whoa. I never said I wanted to have sex with her. Although..."

"Guy," Jonny interrupted. Guy shot a look to Jonny, and though he knew what Jonny was going to say, he listened anyway. "Will wouldn't like it."

"See? And Jonny knows what he's talking about," Chris said, speaking almost entirely with his hands. In fact, there were several times where his exaggerated movements nearly caused him to knock over his cup. Chris moved his cup off to the side in order to prevent it from being spilled, and Jonny smiled to himself.

"Thanks, Jon," Guy said. He stared off across the room. "Still, I wonder what she'd be like in be-"

"Guy!" Chris shouted. "Stop it."

"Oh, Chris, just 'cause you're not gonna get any doesn't mean the rest of us have to hold off," Guy replied, rolling his eyes.

"You know what?" Chris stood up and began to walk around the table to the exit. "I'm gonna go help Will."

Once Chris was out of sight, Guy turned to Jonny. "Can you believe him?" Guy slowly shook his head in disbelief.

"Yeah, actually, I can," Jonny replied with a laugh. "And I think we should probably help them, too."

Guy reluctantly agreed, and the two men shifted their presence to the side of the car, where Will was removing large suitcases and traveling bags from the trunk and handing them to Chris. Chris was having a bit of difficulty lifting all of them, as his strength was not nearly as great as Will's, so Jonny offered to give him a hand.

"Thanks, Jay," Chris said as Jonny grabbed a bulky bag from Chris. It was even close to being too heavy for Jonny to carry, but he managed.

"No problem," Jonny muttered in return, and began to heave the bag up towards the house. He left it on the porch, where a few other pieces of luggage were, and turned to find Chris right behind him. They almost bumped into each other, but Chris swiftly dodged to the left before collision. Jonny continued walking back to the car as Chris dropped off the suitcase he'd been carrying, and before Jonny even made it halfway, Chris sprinted past him. The entire time, Guy was just leaning against the side of the car, looking dreadfully bored. Or dreadfully boring.

"Are you gonna help or what?" Will sneered at Guy as he handed off another suitcase to Chris. Guy tilted his head to Will, blinked a few times, then turned back. "I take that as a 'no'." Guy sighed and decided to take up an interest in his fingernails.

Annoyed by Guy's blatant disrespect, Chris blurted, "Guy wants to sleep with Melissa." Guy broke his concentration to stab Chris with an angry stare. Chris smiled at him, then ran off to the porch. Jonny patiently waited for Will to continue unpacking the trunk, and he laughed to himself.

Will gaped at Guy for a few moments, then decided it wasn't worth his time. He gave Jonny the last bag that was in the trunk, then slammed it down with a bit too much force. When they walked back to the house, a young girl was picking up the other suitcases and such, and dragging them inside.

"Melissa, put that down," Will ordered. "Chris can't even pick those up, you think you can?"

"I'm a lot stronger than he is!" she laughed. "It's been a while since you saw me last, dear Willy, I've got some muscle on me now." She reached for the handle of the nearest suitcase, but stopped before she touched it. "On second thought, why should I do this work if you don't think I'm fit to do it? These are your guys' anyway." She returned inside, her long, wavy hair swinging over her shoulders as she turned. Will caught Guy staring for a little too long, and so he smacked Guy's arm as hard as he could.

"Hey!" Guy shouted, rubbing his sore arm. Will ignored him and stormed up the stairs, grabbing as many bags as he could on his way inside. Chris and Jonny eagerly followed him, and Guy grunted as he trudged along.

"Oh, my, you boys did all that work already?" Mrs. Champion asked from the doorway of the kitchen.

"It wasn't so bad," Will shrugged. "So, where are all these going?"

"Oh, well, we've only got the two spare rooms, so I'm afraid you four will have to split and share," she replied.

Chris nudged Jonny and said, "Jay?"

"Sure," Jonny answered.

"OK, me and Jonny will share," Chris announced. Mrs. Champion looked a bit surprised in the quickness of their decision, but she was also pleased by it.

"Well, that works, then!" She clapped her hands together joyously. "So, Will, just bring those to the rooms upstairs. I think you know where they are," she added with a small wink.

-

"Jonathan," Chris sang, quite literally, "Buckland!" Chris hopped, also quite literally, onto the bed next to Jonny. "With a Mark in between."

Jonny blankly stared at Chris for a minute, then laughed. "Turn off the light, crazy."

Chris heaved an exaggerated sigh. "Ugh, I'm trying to serenade you, and all you do is bark orders at me?" He sighed again, then swung his arm over to the lamp and clicked it off. "There, is that better, master?"

"Yes." Jonny felt Chris slide under the covers, then silence filled the room. But there was this air that kept pushing itself onto Jonny, and it wasn't sitting too well with him. "Chris, could you not lay so close to me?"

"Why?" Chris innocently asked.

"Because I can feel you breathing on me."

"Oh. Sorry!" Chris moved over, and the air stopped hitting Jonny. He felt kinda bad about making Chris move, but he didn't give it another thought, just closed his eyes and tried to sleep. Suddenly, a humming came from the other side of the bed, similar to Chris's earlier serenade, and Jonny let the melody soar through him and fly him to dream land.

When he woke up the next morning, Chris was still sleeping peacefully beside him. He thought so, anyway. But as he lifted the covers off and sat up, a voice gently said, "Good morning, Jay."

Jonny turned to look at Chris, whose eyes were still closed, smiled to himself, and said, "Good morning, Chris."

"I thought you'd never wake up," Chris said with a smile as he lifted his eyelids. "I've been waiting for hours. Then again, I guess I wake up early." Jonny looked around in search of a clock, but he couldn't find one.

"What time is it?" he asked.

"Meh, who cares? Time is an illusion." Chris buried his head in his pillow and mumbled, "I'm still tired, Jonny."

"Why don't you go back to sleep?"

"No, I can't," Chris whined. "Once I wake up, that's it. And I woke up, like, five hours ago."

Jonny narrowed his eyes a bit. "How do you know it was five hours?"

"Well, I don't really, that's why I said, 'like.'" Jonny found himself laughing, though Chris sounded painfully exhausted. "Mm. Jonny, wake me up."

"How am I gonna do that?" Jonny skeptically asked.

"I don't know! You're my best friend, you should know what to do to cheer me up and stuff like that," Chris said.

"Chocolate?" Jonny said with the beginnings of laughter. Chris sat straight up and glared at Jonny.

"I like the way you think," he grinned, and Jonny laughed along with him. "Thank you, Jonny. Maybe tonight, I'll sleep better."

"Good, because tired," Jonny shook his head, "not a good look for you." Chris scrunched up his nose and folded his arms across his chest.

"I'm sorry I can't always be the gorgeous ray of sunshine that blesses you with its warmth and attractiveness until you melt into a pile of envious goo," he facetiously ridiculed. Jonny just laughed at him and began to walk out of the room, all the while being watched by a smilling Chris.

As Jonny walked past the room Will and Guy shared, he could hear voices trying to speak loudly over each other. He didn't break from his path to the bathroom, though.

"No, Guy, I'm pretty sure that I didn't."

"Oh yeah? Then how come I was shivering half the night?"

"I don't know, you're built like a freakin' twig! Don't you get cold easily or something?"

"Well... yeah. But that doesn't change the fact that- hey! Get back here!" The voices were growing fainter, and the thundering of footsteps told Jonny that Will must have been storming downstairs.

"I'm not gonna stand there and..." Will's voice faded completely, leaving nothing but total silence. Then came a humming slipping under the door. Jonny finished washing his hands and checked his reflection. The humming grew louder and louder, and Jonny thought it sounded quite nice. Unsurprisingly, when he opened the door, Chris was waiting right outside.

Chris stopped humming and widened his eyes. "Seems like Will and Guy are having quite a row."

"Oh, is that what that was?" Jonny sarcastically asked. "I thought someone was killing cats."

"Maybe that's how it started. Maybe Will accidentally ran over Guy's cat-slash-best friend, and so to get back at him, Guy is going to try to take advantage of Melissa, but now I've gone and ruined it, so Will is angry with Guy for thinking that way." Chris stared off into space, caught up in his own crazy world. "Yeah."

Jonny raised his eyebrows at Chris with a bit of concern, then walked away to let Chris use the bathroom. He came downstairs to find Will and Guy silently- though they were both shooting each other violent stares- eating breakfast in the dining room.

"Jonny, would you like something to eat?" Mrs. Champion asked. She was already holding a plate filled with food out to Jonny, so he felt he couldn't deny her offer.

"Thank you," he said as he grabbed the plate and sat beside Guy. He took a few bites and decided that Mrs. Champion knew how to cook.

Guy set his fork down on his plate with a massive clink, and turned to Jonny.

"Hi, Jonny," he mumbled.

"Hey, Guy."

Guy blinked a few times, then inquired, "Does Chris steal the blankets from you?"

"Oh, no, do I?" Chris interrupted as he arrived at the doorway. "If I do, Jonny, I'm sorry. I don't mean to."

Jonny chuckled and replied, "No, you don't, Chris. Don't worry."

"Oh, OK. Good." Chris sighed a breath of relief. He walked fully into the room and took the seat on Jonny's other side. "You would tell me if I did, right?"

"Yeah, I would." Chris smiled his thanks. Mrs. Champion rushed to his side with another full plate.

"Ooh, this looks great," he hungrily said, rubbing his hands together. Mrs. Champion laughed and ruffled his hair as he began to scarf down the food. Jonny laughed, too, and then Will finally spoke.

"You're lucky, Jonny," Will informed. "You get a nice blanket covering you all night long." He flung his eyes at Guy, then returned to his breakfast.

"Oh, stop your bickering," Mrs. Champion ordered. "And finish eating up, boys, we've got some work to do today."

Mrs. Champion wheeled around and left for the kitchen. After she was out of sight, Will looked up and threw a bit of toast at Guy.

-

Mrs. Champion had them setting up a giant tent in the backyard. She told them to, anyway, but they weren't actually doing it. Will was reading instructions, trying but failing to forget his anger. Guy was laying in the grass, trying to get a tan. Chris had decided to hop on an old swing set in the far corner of the yard.

"Come push me, Jonny!" he shouted to Jonny, though he needn't have because Jonny was standing right next to him.

"Seriously?" Jonny laughed, and Chris narrowed his eyes.

"Fine, I can do this by myself." Chris began to pump his legs. He managed to get the swing up 5 feet before Jonny left to help Will.

"No luck with those instructions, eh?" Jonny casually asked. Will looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, look, someone who actually wants to help. Thank you, Jonny," he said. He flipped the paper he held to the other side, but he still wasn't understanding the whole thing. "This stuff is, like, gibberish to me." He threw the paper to the ground and walked over to the poles and tarp. "I think I'll do better with trial and error."

"Maybe we should start by shoving the poles in the ground," Jonny jovially said. "Might help."

"Probably. Here," he lifted one of the poles and offered the opposite end to Jonny, "take that, and then I'll lift this side and try to force it into the dirt." He paused for a second, then nodded. "Yeah, should work."

Jonny held the end of the pole, which was quite heavy, while Will raised his arms. Slowly, Jonny lowered the pole to the ground, and Will put down as much weight as he could on his end. Eventually, the pole stood successfully on its own.

"All right!" Will said after admiring their work for a while, and he high-fived Jonny. Then quite suddenly there was another body right next to Jonny's. Chris, after deciding that he'd tired of the swing, had jumped off and landed as far away as he could. It just so happened that this destination was also as close to Jonny as he could get without pommeling into him.

"Whoa!" Chris exclaimed. Jonny turned his head to find he was a mere three inches away from Chris's. "That was close."

All Jonny could think to do in response was laugh, and so he did. Chris took a step back to give Jonny some space, then looked at the single pole emerging from the ground.

"Nice work, guys," he grinned.

"Yeah, you wanna help with the next one?" Will replied with a hint of bitterness.

Chris grunted disappointingly and stared at the ground. "I might drop it or something."

"Hmm, touche. Perhaps you'd be better off tanning with Guy."

"OK!" Chris chirped, running to and collapsing down beside Guy. He turned his head to look at Guy, who was wearing his sunglasses. He looked like he could have been asleep. "Guy," Chris whispered. "Are you asleep?"

"Hardly," Guy whispered in return.

"You know, if you tan with those glasses on, you're gonna have a line," Chris said.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, it won't be tan where the sunglasses were. You'll have a line."

Guy took off the sunglasses, but quickly put them back on. "I can't see without these. Besides, I always wear them anyway, so this 'line' will be hidden."

"OK," Chris replied in defeat. He switched his view to Jonny and Will, since watching them was more interesting than watching Guy. They were a lot nicer, too.

Will and Jonny managed to get another pole up. They were working on a third one, but Jonny accidentally let go too soon, causing Will to practically throw the pole down, where it met the acquaintance of his foot. Will cursed up a storm, and Jonny apologized profusely. Chris laughed.

-

The lights were off and the room was quiet. Chris laid with his head resting on his hands against the pillow, staring into the darkness where he saw a faint outline of Jonny.

"Jonny, do you feel tired?" Chris quietly asked. Jonny shifted a little bit.

"Not really, why?"

"Can we just stay up for a bit and talk?"

"Sure," Jonny replied. "Did you have anything to talk about?"

"No, not really. I just thought it would be nice." Jonny didn't respond right away, but after a few moments Chris felt him turn on his side. The room was mostly dark, but one single beam of moonlight dancing through the window struck Chris's blazing blue eyes and made them sparkle.

"Chris, can I ask you something kinda... personal?"

"Sure, what?" Chris replied in a sweet voice. He patiently waited for Jonny, who took his time to continue, deeply breathing several times and eventually shifting into an upright position.

"Well..." he began, "have you ever wondered what it would be like if, you know... if we... you know..." Chris sat up, too, and looked directly at Jonny.

"If we hooked up?" he finished.

"That's one way to put it," Jonny muttered.

"Sometimes," Chris honestly replied, blushing a little, which was luckily not visible in the dark. "I assume you have."

"Sometimes," Jonny agreed.

Chris enlarged his eyes and curiously asked, "What do you think it would be like?"

Jonny thought for a moment, then shrugged. "I don't know."

Chris fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. He knew what he wanted to say, but nervousness was holding him back. He tried to push through it as best as he could, and therefore successfully said, "We could always try it out. Then we'd know what it was like."

Jonny looked over to the dark shadow of Chris and also fought through nervousness. "Yeah, we could do that."

"How long are we here for?" Chris asked as he locked his eyes with Jonny's.

"A week," Jonny replied. "Well, six more days, now... no, five? Something like that."

"Then maybe we could try, but... take it slow."

"Slow works," Jonny said, nodding. Chris momentarily looked away, forging an idea.

"Like, now... just... just a kiss, right?"

Jonny croaked, "OK."

"OK." Chris scooted over a bit and leaned in towards Jonny. His eyes darted back and forth between Jonny's bright green ones and his lips. He was lucidly hesitant, but he urged himself to go on regardless. Jonny bent forward, too, and soon their lips met. It was like nothing either of them had experienced before, in a good way. Chris let out a shaky breath as they pulled away from each other. "Goodnight, Jonny."

Chris smiled and laid back down. Jonny too slid down and closed his eyes. "Night, Chris."

The next time Jonny was conscious, he was facing the window. The sun was really, really bright so he flipped over to face Chris. Chris was unsurprisingly already awake, just watching Jonny with a faint smile etched on his face. Jonny could feel Chris's eyes examining every inch of his face, and he wasn't sure quite how to feel.

"Hey," Jonny said to fill in what he was afraid might become an awkward silence.

"Hey," Chris smiled. "Looks like it's time to get up now, huh?"

"Yeah."

"I wonder what we'll be doing today?" Chris pondered. He looked around the room for a bit, then laughed. Quickly, though, he stopped and stared at Jonny, rather embarrassed.

"What?" Jonny apprehensively asked.

"Nothing," Chris said in a timid voice. "Do you think we'll be helping Mrs. Champion more?"

"Uh, probably." Jonny sat up, stretched and yawned, and threw his legs to the floor. Chris stood up at nearly the same time, and they walked out of the room together.

No sound was coming from Will and Guy's room, which could have been either good or bad. Maybe they were still sleeping, or maybe Will had strangled Guy at some point during the night. Jonny slipped into the bathroom and went to close the door behind him, but Chris was standing in the way.

"Chris," Jonny whispered as if to ask him what the hell he was doing.

"Listen, Jonny," Chris said in a hurried and worried tone, ushering Jonny further into the room so he could shut the door. "Nothing's weird between us now, right? Because, I mean, it's not like we even really did anything last night."

"No, things aren't weird between us," Jonny reassured Chris. Chris skeptically looked at Jonny for an abrupt moment, then seemed relieved.

"OK," he said, and left Jonny alone in the room. Something on the wall stuck out to Jonny, and he wondered why there was a clock in the bathroom, but not the guest room. The time read six, so while being surprised at how early it was, he also assumed that Guy was still alive, just sleeping.

When he was finished, he expected Chris to be waiting for him outside the door, but the hallway was completely empty. He yawned again as he walked to the room, deciding that he'd try to get more sleep.

He laid down on the bed, where Chris was also laying with his eyes closed.

"Still tired?" Jonny laughed. Without a response, Jonny looked over at Chris. Chris's breathing was deep and steady, and for a second he thought Chris was just messing with him. A few minutes later, Chris still hadn't answered, and Jonny smiled to himself.

-

Five large boxes were sitting downstairs in the living room later that morning. Chris prodded one of the boxes and asked what they were for.

"Tables," Will answered. "We have to set them up under the tent."

"Oh. OK!"

Will grabbed one of the boxes and began to lift it outside. It was heavy, but he was strong and managed to get it by himself. Jonny struggled to lift his own box, so Chris gave him a hand. Guy poked one of the boxes, and it moved about a centimeter. He decided that was enough work for him, and followed the others outside.

Upon seeing that Guy hadn't done anything to help, Will yelled, "Thank you, Guy! I'm glad you're here, otherwise stuff would never get done."

"Hey, it's not my fault I have no strength!" Guy motioned at his body and said, "Look at me, I'm tiny. I can barely lift air, look how slow my hand is moving right now!" Will just stared angrily at him, and suddenly there was a girlish laughter from behind them. Will slowly turned around to see Melissa standing nearby, laughing her head off.

"I'm sorry, Will, but it's just so funny when you're angry," she giggled. Will ignored her and turned back to Guy.

"Fine, but when it comes time to set up the party- food and stuff- you're helping," Will commanded.

"OK." Will began to walk inside to get another box, and Guy tried to quietly add, "Bossy." He said it a bit too loud, though, and Will stopped dead in his tracks. Guy knew he was in for it, but Melissa just laughed harder. Guy looked at her and winked.

Then something unexpected happened. Instead of decking Guy, Will just took a deep breath, smiled, and continued walking away. Guy was thankful, though surprised, as was Melissa.

Inside the tent, Chris and Jonny were trying to set up the table they'd carried together. They weren't having the best of luck, but they were at least enjoying each other's company.

"OK, the legs are supposed to fold back more than that," Jonny said as he observed the lop-sided table.

"Yeah," Chris agreed, "but I tried, and it wouldn't move." Jonny turned the table on it's side and grabbed the rebellious leg. Chris was right; it didn't want to budge at all. Jonny struggled with it for a minute or so, then just before he'd given up completely, Chris stood on the opposite side and pushed the leg with all his might.

"Come on, you... freaking... jerk!" Jonny yelled at the leg. There was a loud crack right after that, and it almost sounded like they'd broken the table. They didn't, though, they just fixed it. The leg finally popped out into it's proper position, and when Jonny stood the table back up, it was perfectly even.

He turned to Chris and smiled, and Chris held his hand up for a high-five. Jonny laughed and halfheartedly placed his palm to Chris's. Then Jonny walked over to the other box, and began to set up the next table. He and Chris had a much easier time with the second one, and they finished unfolding the legs and had moved it over to a corner before Will had even brought the third box into the tent.

"No sarcasm this time," Will said as he looked around at Jonny and Chris's work and dropped the third box in front of himself, "really glad you guys are here. Especially you, Jonny. Uh... no offense, Chris."

"None taken," Chris smiled. "Jonny's a lot better than I am at basically everything."

"That's not true, Chris," Jonny said. "I may be better than you at a few things, but not everything. And, certainly, you're better than me at quite a lot."

Chris tutted and shook his head. "Jonny, Jonny, Jonny. You are crazy." Will laughed, and Chris stared at him questioningly.

"Chris, you're about a thousand times crazier than Jonny is," he explained. "In fact, Jonny's the most normal out of all of us."

Chris smiled sweetly and turned to Jonny, affectionately pawing at his cheek. "Jonny's our rock." Jonny blushed as Will mumbled an agreement.

-

"Man, did you see Melissa hittin' on me today?" Guy asked as he and Chris walked upstairs to the bedrooms. Will and Jonny had already gone upstairs, as Chris and Guy had been held up by Mrs. Champion. Guy didn't mind so much, though, because Melissa was in the room, too.

"No," Chris laughed.

"She was flirting with me like crazy! You didn't hear all that laughing?"

"I did, but I would hardly call it hitting on you. Or flirting." Chris stopped outside the door of his and Jonny's room, and Guy turned to him and waved his hand.

"Well, what do you know, anyway? You never even talk to girls," he said.

"I talk to girls sometimes." Guy just laughed and shook his head.

"Mrs. Champion doesn't count." Chris narrowed his eyes, but joined in on the laughter shortly. Guy saluted Chris and left for his own room, and Chris turned around to open the door.

"Jonny," Chris called, leaping over to the spot where Jonny was sitting. "Why are you sitting at the end of the bed?"

Jonny looked at Chris for a few moments with some mild confusion strewn about his face, then replied, "I don't know. That's a good question."

"Well, I will sit with you!" Chris exclaimed as he collapsed backwards next to Jonny. He was contentedly quiet afterward, though he started to tap his fingers on his leg. Jonny watched him intently, a sort of chill burning in his chest.

"So..." Jonny began, and he thought it had been a mistake, because he had no clue how he was going to follow up. Chris must have read his mind, luckily, because he looked up at Jonny and nodded.

"What comes next, then?" he quietly asked. "By the way, last night went pretty well, I think." Chris's cheeks flushed a little, and he averted his eyes. The sight of Chris sent the burning feeling into overdrive, and Jonny tilted Chris's head back towards him. After one second of the hardest stare Jonny could have ever given anyone, he crushed their mouths together. Chris was taken aback for a fraction of a second, then a love for the abrasive side of Jonny he'd never seen before took over.

Chris let himself relax, and his mind was so wrapped up that he decided he'd let Jonny do whatever he wanted. Jonny's present desire only consisted of making out with Chris, but Chris wouldn't have minded if it had been more.

"I think that went well, too," Chris panted a few minutes later.

"Yeah," Jonny breathlessly agreed. He tried to reconstruct himself from the pile of debris that his insides had collapsed into, a difficult- but not impossible- task. "All right... taking it slow. Good night, Chris."

"Wait." Chris grabbed Jonny's arm. "We- we can take it a little faster, if you want." Chris began to crawl backwards into the spot where Jonny would sleep. He leaned against the wall a little, waiting for Jonny to follow him.

Jonny stood up and walked around to the side of the bed. He sat down on the little space that was left between Chris and the edge of the bed. He was silent for a while, and Chris feared that Jonny didn't want him anymore. For those brief seconds he felt abandoned and used.

But Jonny still wanted Chris. He reached over, grabbing the bottom of Chris's shirt and lifting it up. Chris felt a relief spread through him and he raised his arms above his head to help with the removal of clothing. Jonny ran his hand down Chris's bare chest, sending a rush of excitement throughout Chris's body.

He closed his eyes as Jonny's lips slowly found their way across his skin, all the way from his neck to his stomach. When he had reached just below Chris's belly button, Chris stopped him.

"Jonny." Jonny looked up, and Chris wiggled his finger to beckon him. Jonny leaned over Chris until they were almost touching. Chris's eyes lit up as he whispered, "Your turn."

Chris pushed Jonny onto the empty side of the bed with much more force than he thought Chris was ever capable of using. Unlike Chris's, Jonny's shirt was button-up, so Chris took his time slowly undoing the buttons and kissing the skin each one left exposed. Once the shirt was completely open, Chris moved up and reached over Jonny to turn off the light. He laid his head down on Jonny's chest and closed his eyes.

"Goodnight, Jonny."

-

"Jon, you have to help us," Guy said, wide-eyed, as he stood in front of Jonny's door. Jonny had just barely woken up, so it took a few seconds for him to process what was going on.

"With what?" he tiredly asked.

"Chris won't shut up, he's been jumping around singing all morning."

"He always does that."

"Yeah, but this is like, twenty times worse than usual."

"What do you want me to do about it?" Jonny asked.

"I don't know, tell him to shut up or something," Guy replied. "He listens to you!" Jonny was going to respond, but a loud voice interrupted him.

"'Cause IIIIIIIII! looooooove! the way you say good morning! And yooouuuuu!- Oh, hey, Jonny!" Chris stopped momentarily, waved, then continued to walk and hum. Jonny watched him and laughed.

"I'll tell him to stop," Jonny told Guy. Guy thanked him then left, and Jonny went to follow Chris. "Chris!"

"Yeah, Jonnyboy?" Chris replied as he turned around.

"You have a lovely voice, do you know that?" Chris smiled, and Jonny continued, "But some people don't appreciate it as much."

Chris frowned. "Guy's been telling me to shut up all morning." He sighed, then took a second before brightening up again. "But Mrs. Champion said she wants me to sing at the party tomorrow!"

"Really?" Jonny excitedly asked. "That's awesome."

"Yeah! But I'm kinda nervous." Jonny placed his hand Chris's shoulder, then decided to go for a full embrace.

"Don't be, you're gonna be great." Chris wrapped his arms around Jonny and smiled into his shoulder.

"Thank you, Jonny. You always make me feel better."

"Hey!" Will called from down the hallway. "I know you two are totally gay for each other, but you've got to cut the lovey-dovey crap and start getting ready. The ceremony's in a few hours."

Chris and Jonny broke apart, laughing at Will, but secretly their hearts beat faster. Jonny offered to let Chris into the bathroom first, and Chris kindly bowed his head in thanks.

-

There were a lot of people there, as expected, graduates and their families, friends, families' friends, and friends' families. Having a last name very close to the beginning of the alphabet, it was not long before Melissa was called up.

She looked terrifically stunning on this particular day, which she was glad about, since she'd taken so long to make herself look terrifically stunning. He might have done it regardless, but Guy kept his eye on her the entire length of the ceremony. She really was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. Will glanced at him every now and then with a bit of contempt, but Guy just couldn't look away.

When all was said and done, Melissa walked over to the group and was instantly hugged by her crying mother. Melissa was crying a little bit, too, as was Chris. But no one was paying attention to Chris, anyway.

Will gave them both pats on the back in a very manly way, and shot more threatening looks at Guy, who was trying to get in on the emotional hug. Jonny stood back from all this, not wanting to cause a fuss, and Chris stood by him, trying to conceal his quiet weeping.

"They grow up too fast, huh?" Jonny muttered to Chris. Chris looked at him and smiled.

"Yeah, they do. I remember when she was afraid of even starting high school." He chuckled and added, "I remember when I was afraid of starting high school."

"I remember... when I met you. And you were afraid of picking the wrong major and screwing up your life."

"Oh, I'm still afraid of that." Jonny laughed a little, and though Chris was being serious, hearing Jonny laugh made him feel better.

"Don't worry, even if you did pick the wrong major, you still won't screw up your life." Chris was giving him an odd look, so he continued, "You could be a singer or something."

"Really, you think I could be a singer?" Jonny nodded his head, and Chris tried to smile, but his lips trembled. "Jonny, that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." Chris turned his head to hide, because he was afraid that he was going to completely break down.

Will called to them to leave and head for the car, and they did so, quickly catching up with the rest of the party. They'd actually taken two cars, since there were so many of them, so Chris and Jonny sat in Will's car with Will and Guy, while Mrs. Champion and Melissa drove off in another car. It was a short drive back to the Champion place, probably around ten minutes.

Chris talked the entire time. No one was even sure that he was talking about anything in particular, but he found a way to ramble for the whole ten minutes. Just before Will pulled the car into the driveway, Guy turned around and snapped at him. It didn't work, though, so he shot a look at Jonny. Jonny silently nodded, then slowly lifted his arm.

Chris let out a squeal as Jonny's finger jabbed him in the stomach. He looked at Jonny, mouth open, and just stared disbelievingly for a few seconds. "Anyway, there was this thing that I saw in a magazine one time, and it said that it wasn't really true at all, but I'm not entirely convinced, because then I saw this other magazine where it said the first magazine got its information wrong, and that it was true. Then there was this third magazine that said they were both wrong, and I'm not sure how that works, since one of them has to be right if they're both saying the opposite of what the other is saying, right? I mean, it's only-"

The proceeding laughter was more of a screech, and was the result of Jonny trying to tickle Chris to death. Chris's legs were flailing all over the place, as much as they could with the space limit, anyway. His arms were busy swatting at Jonny, but to no avail.

"Jonny!!!!" Chris laughed, but Jonny didn't stop. "Fine, I'll shut up!"

Jonny paused thoughtfully, went, 'hmmmm,' then continued to torture Chris. As nearly painful as it was being tickled, Chris actually loved it. It sounded immensely dirty, even in his own mind, but he loved Jonny's touch. Guy turned back in his seat, almost regretting silently asking Jonny to stop Chris. Chris's laughter was getting to the point where it was too loud and plentiful, and not much better than his speaking.

Luckily, the car stopped, and Guy was free of the insufferable personality contained within Chris. Guy flung the door open with great speed, and sprinted out of the car, nearly forgetting to close the door when he was finished exiting the giant hunk of metal. Will left, too, though much more gracefully, and Chris and Jonny stayed behind.

"OK, I think that's enough," Jonny said once he'd stopped. "Let's go back inside." He and Chris climbed out of the car and began to slowly walk to the house. It was a lovely and warm day, so they tried to enjoy the weather for as long as they could.

"Ah, why can't every day be as nice as this one?" Chris was smiling at the clear blue sky, then at Jonny. His eyes sparkled with the vitality they always had, but there was also something else in them. Something new, and something completely breathtaking.

"Because then there would be no bad days to compare it to, and then it would just seem boring instead of nice," Jonny smartly replied, and Chris smiled brighter.

"Jonny, how are you so smart all the time?"

"What do you mean?" Jonny laughed. Chris kicked at some of the dirt below his feet.

"I mean, how are you so smart all the time? You're always thinking. Before you speak, unlike myself." Chris sighed. "With me, it's always act first, think later."

"That's not a bad thing, though," Jonny reassured him. "You'll have a lot more adventures in life than I will because you don't always take the time to think first."

"I'd rather be smart than adventurous," Chris muttered. He stood still, and Jonny stopped with him. "I wish I were like you, Jonny. Or I wish I were you."

Jonny didn't expect Chris to say such a thing, but it was so sweet and kind, especially with the cute, loving voice Chris used to speak. "Really?"

"Yes, of course." Chris smiled and started to walk again. "Did you know, Jonny, that you're not just my best friend, you're my hero, too?"

"I am?" Jonny was just getting hit with shocking information all over the place. He and Chris had been friends for a few years, and they were certainly close, but he didn't realize that Chris thought that highly of him.

"Definitely." Jonny had a feeling that Chris meant to say more than just that, but before he had a chance, he was being called by Melissa, who had just returned to the house. He walked over to her, and she began to arrange his singing for the party the following day.

-

Jonny was in the room not two seconds before Chris's tongue was in his mouth. He did thoroughly enjoy it, at least.

"That's a little forward, isn't it?" Jonny laughed as he rested his forehead against Chris's. 

"No, forward would have been me already clothes-less when you got in here," Chris replied in a whisper. "But I didn't want to rob you of any sort of fun."

Jonny smiled as Chris tauntingly bit his lip. "Well, thank you. But, uh," Jonny reached out and grabbed a handful of Chris's shirt, "does that mean we're past going slow?"

"We could still go slow," Chris said, dragging out the word "slow" in such a sexily uttered way that Jonny thought he might drop dead right then and there, "after all, we've got all night."

Jonny gathered some oxygen and leaned forward to kiss Chris, but he was interrupted. He quickly let go of Chris's shirt as Chris took a step back, and he turned to answer the door. It was Will.

"Jonny, follow me," Will said, then abruptly walked away.

"Uh...OK," Jonny sarcastically replied, shot a confused look at Chris, then followed Will.

Chris figured that while Jonny was gone, he'd lay down in the bed and wait. There wasn't really much else for him to do, and he wanted to keep his earlier statement of not ruining Jonny's fun true. So, he just stared at the ceiling and waited for Jonny to return. After what seemed like an eternity, the bedroom door finally opened.

"Hey, Jo-" Chris turned his head to the door, and had begun to sit up when he came upon the knowledge that he was sadly mistaken. "Guy, what are you-"

"Will doesn't want to share a room or bed with me anymore," Guy said, casually strolling into the room. "So, I'm bunking with you now."

"And Jonny's sharing with Will?" Chris asked, trying to hide his disappointment. Guy grunted affirmatively, and Chris's heart sank a little. "OK."

"Hey, man, you got the better end of the deal," Guy consoled, and Chris knew his emotions were showing too much. "Will is such a blanket hog."

"Oh. Good thing I got you, then." Chris was really, really trying to sound relieved, but he felt like it was coming out more as indifferent. Guy hadn't noticed, or just wasn't paying much attention to Chris, so it went out the window anyway.

Guy jumped onto the bed, and while he was a petite man, he ended up sending Chris about four inches into the air. Chris sighed, refraining from whining while doing so. He could already tell he was not going to enjoy this new sleeping arrangement.

-

Those were Jonny's footsteps Chris was hearing. It was his slippers, they'd always made that weird scratching noise. Sometimes Chris would wake up early in the morning and hear that sound, and he figured out after a while that it happened only when Jonny walked from his bedroom to the bathroom, and the other way around. It was actually comforting after a while, and this time was no exception. Plus, Chris could just feel Jonny's presence inching towards him.

"Shouldn't you be asleep?" Chris asked even before Jonny had made himself known. Jonny sat down beside him and stared out into the yard.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing." Chris eyed Jonny and shook his head.

"I couldn't sleep."

"At all?" Chris shook his head again, and Jonny sighed sympathetically. "I got, like, maybe an hour or two."

"Guy told me that it was Will who took the blankets. He was wrong." Jonny opened his eyes alarmingly wide.

"No, Will does," he said. "I don't think he was even asleep before he wrapped himself in the entire thing."

"It was the same way with Guy!" Chris exclaimed. His face lit up for a second, then returned to a saddened state. "I hate not being able to sleep with you, Jonny. And not in that way... well, not just in that way."

"Yeah, me too," Jonny quietly agreed. He looked back out at the yard, and saw a tiny bit of light emanating from the horizon. "So, why'd you come out here, anyway? Are you planning on watching the sunrise or something?"

"Well, I figured since I'm already out here, I may as well. But I just didn't want to stay inside anymore."

"Ah. I heard you walking- well, I don't know, I figured it was you. Just... the way you walk, you make, like, this distinct sound." Jonny decided that he was rambling and turned to Chris. Rambling or not, though, Chris was listening intently and watching Jonny with his sparkling eyes. "And then I waited a few minutes and decided to come find you."

"Cool," Chris replied, rather honestly despite the indifference the phrase gave off. He motioned toward the sky. "Would you like to watch the sunrise with me, Jonny?"

"Yeah." Chris smiled brightly, and Jonny couldn't help smiling in return.

"Listen, Jonny, I was thinking..." Chris began after a few moments of silence. "We're only here for another two days, and I don't see that we'll get the chance to be together again. But, you know, we do share an apartment. You don't always have to sleep in your room."

Jonny carefully examined Chris. "Right."

"You don't have to sleep in my room, either," Chris calmly continued. "Or, if you want, we could sleep in the same bed, but not do anything. You sleep on one side, I'll sleep on the other, and that's it. Just sleep. That's fine. Or we could talk. That's fine, too."

"Thanks." Chris quickly glanced around, then gently kissed Jonny.

"I like kissing you, Jonny," Chris whispered, and Jonny laughed a little.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I get, like, this tingly-ness," Chris replied, wiggling his fingers around. "But I get that sometimes even when we're just sitting like this. Like now, I can feel it," Chris innocently said, but he was soon struck with a realization. He let his hands fall into his lap and raised his eyebrows. "Does that mean I'm in love with you?"

"Um, I-I don't know," Jonny nervously stuttered. He wrung his hands and searched on the ground for some invisible distraction.

"Jonny, it's all right if you're not in love with me, too." Jonny looked at Chris and tried to pretend that he didn't know what Chris was talking about, but it was no use.

Jonny sighed. "It is?"

"Well, yeah." Chris's eyes glittered with warmth. The sun was a little higher in the sky now, and was bathing them both in orange. "As long as we're still best friends, I don't care what does or doesn't happen between us."

"All right," Jonny said in a hushed voice. He moved over a little bit closer to Chris, and wrapped his arm around the other man. Chris smiled and rested his head on Jonny's shoulder.

"I've never been in love before," Chris mused as they both watched the sun slowly trudge up the horizon. "So I don't really know what it's like. I don't think I have, anyway. I guess, then, that I also don't know now if I am. But I do like you more than I've ever liked anyone else before."

"I like you, too," Jonny said, secretly relishing the feel of Chris's long curls hitting his skin. "I think I've liked you for a while, actually, but I was afraid to. 'Cause I didn't know how you'd feel about that, and I didn't want to risk anything."

"You were afraid, but you were sleeping on me in the car the other day." Jonny rolled his eyes up, scanning his memory for such an event. He quickly remembered it, then quickly wished he hadn't.

"I guess I was, huh? Maybe I was letting myself like you, then..." Jonny looked down at Chris. "I can't believe you remember that. You were asleep before I was, and you only woke up a minute before I did."

"I remember everything, Jonnyboy," Chris grinned. "Like, I remember how pretty you look in the sunrise. Because I was watching you the other morning, after I had already woken up and couldn't get back to sleep, and the sun was rising, and you were very pretty. That sounds creepy, doesn't?"

"A little," Jonny laughed.

"Well, just think of it as platonic. Then it's not so creepy." Chris paused for a moment, and swirled his eyes around. "No, it's still kinda creepy... Oh well. Hey, Jonny, guess what!"

"What?" Chris sat up, and Jonny let his arm fall to his side.

"I get to sing today," Chris beamed. "Melissa wants me to sing Don't Stop Believing."

Jonny chuckled. "She would."

"Jonny, will you be there with me?" Chris asked. "I'm kinda nervous about it."

"Yeah, of course I'll be there," Jonny replied.

"I mean, like, will you stand next to me while I'm singing? You're the only person who doesn't make me feel self-conscious when I sing." Jonny ran his eyes over Chris's face. He looked almost frightened, like a wee little kid on their first day of kindergarten. He really wasn't in love with Chris, and he felt kinda bad about that, but he certainly liked him a hell of a lot.

"Yeah, absolutely. I'll always be there for you, Chris." Chris nearly teared up as he smiled, and he could feel his heart swell. It was love, definitely.

-

Chris sweetly smiled at Jonny as the last few notes floated from his vocal chords and drifted off into the ears of the crowd gathered just in front of the small platform he was standing on. Everyone began to clap, and Chris was pulled away from his focus on Jonny.

"Oh, thank you, thank you," he nervously said to the crowd, then started to walk with Jonny off stage, resting his hand on Jonny's back. Everyone was crowding around Melissa now. "And thank you, Jonny!" He quickly threw his arms around Jonny in a tight embrace.

"You were great, Chris," Jonny happily replied, then the two of them went to join the crowd.

"Well, guys," Melissa was saying, "I'd like to thank you all for coming. You all mean so much to me, and I don't know that I could have made it through these past few years without all of you." Her voice was starting to shake, so he took a deep breath. "And I hope that I'm able to keep in touch with every single one of you as I start my life as an adult. It's a scary thing, huh?" she quietly asked as she turned to Will, who was standing a mere six inches to her right. He nodded, and she gave a nervous laugh.

The people all cheered and said kind words to Melissa as they walked by. The party was, for the most part, over now, since it was getting late, the refreshments were nearly vanished completely, and Chris had already sung. A few people stuck behind to chat with Melissa or Will or Mrs. Champion, and so Chris, Jonny and Guy just wandered around with nothing else to do.

"What is it with you guys?" Guy asked as the three of them sat on the front porch and watched the cars leave.

Jonny glanced at him questioningly. "What do you mean?"

Guy kept his eye on a dark blue car that was slowly disappearing down the road. He shifted in his seat a little before replying, "I mean, when's the last time either of you had a girlfriend?" At this, Chris finally looked over to Guy. He stared for a few seconds, then drifted off, trying his hardest to think.

"It's been a while, yeah," Jonny said. "Why does it matter?"

"I don't know, it's just that..." Guy look down at his hands resting in his lap and sighed. "It's like everywhere I go, I have to find some girl to... chase," he hesitantly used the word, and even winced a little as he said it, "and I just don't get how you two can be content with not having anyone."

Jonny shrugged. "It doesn't feel like I don't have anyone, though, you know?"

"I guess it's 'cause you guys have each other," Guy quietly said. "Not that I think you two are... you know, but... well, I don't really have many friends, especially not any that I'm close to like you are with each other."

Jonny was so disheartened by Guy's somber mood that he forgot to panic over the mention of a possible relationship between he and Chris. "Listen, Guy," he sincerely began, "you'll find someone, you just have to be patient. It's hard, I know, but I believe that there's someone for everyone. So, there must be some girl out there waiting for you to chase her."

Both Guy and Chris looked up at Jonny as he spoke. Both of their hearts were touched by his words.

"You really think so?" Guy asked. Jonny nodded. "Thanks, man," he said, and he leaned forward to hug Jonny. The sound of the last car driving away died, and Jonny hugged Guy back. Chris could see from Guy's expression that Jonny really was their rock, the one who always tried to help, and who always succeeded. He smiled to himself.

-

The next day was a peaceful one. Everyone was just resting after the previous days of excitement, and the boys were enjoying their last day before they had to leave. Will was in the kitchen with his mother, Guy was somewhere in the house, and Chris and Jonny were laying in the backyard, watching the clouds drift through the sky.

"Look, Jonny, doesn't that cloud look like a cake?" Chris quickly said, pointing at some puff of white condensation floating above them. Jonny looked at where Chris pointed to, and as he did so, he felt Chris's fingers intertwine with his own.

"Chris, don't you think people are going to think it's weird that we're holding hands?" Jonny discreetly asked. Chris turned his head and smiled.

"No. I mean, who's around to notice? Everyone's inside. And anyway, holding hands doesn't have to be romantic. Friends hold hands sometimes, I'm sure."

"Yeah, like when they're dating," Jonny mumbled.

"We're not dating..." Chris thoughtfully said. "But we're friends, and we're holding hands."

"Yeah, and we're also-"

"We haven't done much yet, Jonny. Listen," Jonny felt Chris squeeze his hand a little, "if we walk in there right now, like this, no one's gonna care. I'll prove it!"

Chris sprang up on his feet and headed towards the house, dragging Jonny along with him. The back door was open, and they both coolly walked inside to where Will and Mrs. Champion were. They just stood in the room for a moment, then Chris elbowed Jonny a little.

"Um, hey everyone." Mrs. Champion looked up from her work and smiled at them.

"Hello. How are you two doing?" she sweetly asked.

"I'm good... Chris?" Jonny blinked at Chris and waited for him to answer.

"I'm good, too," Chris beamed, then he lowered his voice so only Jonny could hear. "See, you just have to act like you're not embarrassed right now."

"I'm not," Jonny replied in a near-whisper.

"Yes, you are. It's obvious."

"Well, I'm sorry that I just find it a little strange to-"

"Oh, what are you two on about?" Will asked as he walked over to the two.

"Nothing," Chris smiled. "Hey, where's Guy?"

"Yeah, and Melissa?" Jonny added. He and Chris both looked at each other.

"Ooooh!" Chris giggled.

"HEY!" Will shouted.

"Oh, Will, calm down. Melissa's a young woman now, she can take care of herself," Mrs. Champion calmly said. "Anyway, she's out with some friends. Guy, I think, is in the other room."

Will turned to his mother and hung his head. "Oh." Then he walked out of the room, most likely in search of Guy.

Mrs. Champion returned to her work, and tutted. "That boy needs to get his head on straight. But he's just so protective of his sister. Bless him." She picked up what she'd been working on; it was a platter of some sort. She carried it out through the door and into the dinning room. After a few moments, she showed no signs of coming back, so Chris felt it safe to talk to Jonny normally.

"See? No one said anything," Chris told him. He gave Jonny's hand another little squeeze. Jonny looked down at their hands and twisted his mouth.

"Yeah..." Jonny blinked a few times, unsure of himself, then looked back up at Chris. "Can we go back outside?"

Chris didn't even respond, really. He just smiled and bolted out the door, with Jonny trailing behind him once more. They laid back down where they were before, fingers still neatly laced together. And that's all they did for the rest of the day, until it grew too dark out. They just laid next to each other and held hands.

-

The car was all packed, and the people were all in disbelief. How could it have been time for them to go home already? It seemed like they'd only just arrived!

Alas, time is a tricky thing, and so their little vacation seemed to whisk away without much notice. The four men and Mrs. Champion were gathered alongside the car for one last farewell. Mrs. Champion made sure to hug each and every one until they had all died from being squeezed too hard.

"Oh, boys, thank you so much for coming, and thanks for all of your help!" Finally, she got to Will. She hugged him the tightest, then pinched his cheek a little. "Oh, I will miss you all so much. Don't be gone for too long, now. You're all welcome back anytime."

"Thanks for letting us stay, mum," Will kindly said, and Mrs. Champion smiled in return. They all piled into the car, and soon the sight of Mrs. Champion standing in the driveway and waving as they drove off was gone.

The drive back to their respective apartments was only two hours, roughly. As they had done when they drove to the Champion house, Will was driving with Guy sitting shotgun, and Chris and Jonny were sitting in the back. They were both awake this time, and deeply embedded in some weird conversation.

Their voices were hushed, though, so neither Guy nor Will could hear what they were saying. The only thing they could hear was the occasional giggle from Chris. Jonny laughed sometimes, too, but it was far too manly a laugh to be called a giggle.

Guy peered through his sunglasses and out the windshield at the road ahead of them. There were few cars around, as they were still driving mostly on back roads. Once the view became too vanilla for him, he turned to Will.

"Hey, sorry about trying to get with Melissa," he said. His apology could have been a tad more vigorous had he used friendlier terminology.

Since he was driving, Will just kept looking forward, but he did respond with a dumbfounded, "What?"

"She's a nice girl, really, but I realized that... well, Jon helped me realize..." Guy trailed off. Will quickly glanced over to see what was wrong. Guy was looking back at Chris and Jonny.

They were just talking, but something was different. They were sitting very close, and their heads were down, but facing each other at the same time. Jonny was saying something, a strange serious look on his face, and Chris was sharply listening and smiling. It was almost as if they weren't conscious of other people existing.

Then, suddenly, Jonny's words rang in Guy's ears, and he understood. "They're together, aren't they?" he asked as he turned back to Will.

"Who's together?" Will asked, even more dumbfounded that before.

"Chris and Jonny," Guy replied.

Will thought about it for a few moments. "Eh, I don't think they're actually together, they're just always like that."

"No," Guy firmly said, looking back at them once more. "No, this is different. They're together."

"You're sure?" Will skeptically asked.

"Yes!" Guy exclaimed. "Look, Will, there's a light coming up. When we stop, just look at them. You'll see."

Will narrowed his eyes at Guy, but agreed regardless. It was only a few hundred yards until the car rolled to a stop, and Will quickly turned in his seat. Now Chris was talking, but it was still as obvious as it had been when Guy first looked. Will didn't say anything until after the car started to move again.

"You're right," he said, defeated.

"Do you think they were hiding it from us?" Guy asked with a hint of paranoia.

"Nah," Will decisively replied. "I don't think they would do that. Not for more than a few days, at least."

"So, then, you think they've only been together a few days?"

Will was silent for a moment, then shrugged. "They did share a room for a bit."

Guy's eyes flew open and he shuddered rather violently. "Oh God, I slept in that bed!"

"Guy!!" Will laughed. "I don't think they would have done that." Guy shot Will a dirty look for a few moments, but soon came to terms with how ridiculous he was being. He started to laugh along with Will, though he secretly was still a bit afraid.

"I find it amazing that they're not hearing us," Guy stated after their laughter had died down. "They're still just talking."

"That's good, though. I think they're really happy with each other."

"They do look happy," Guy agreed. "And I'm happy for them."

"Yeah."

"...Do you think it's weird to be jealous, too?" There was a dash of fear in Guy's voice, like he wasn't exactly sure why he was feeling that way.

"You're... jealous?" Will asked in a voice that did not make Guy feel better.

"Kinda." Guy paused for a moment, then slowly he began to understand. "Well, maybe it's just because I'd like to have that with someone. I mean, look at them, they're so... I don't know. Happy sounds like an understatement," he quietly said.

"Oh, yeah. I know what you mean," Will said. "Hey, you know what? Tonight we should go out to a bar or something and try to find some chicks. There's got to be at least two single women who'd like us."

"Yeah, that sounds great! On one condition, though."

"Which is?"

Guy removed his sunglasses and pointed a finger at Will. "You can not, at any point during the night, try to kill me."

-

There was that scratching noise again. Chris was wide awake, staring into the darkness of his bedroom wall. There were usually between fifteen and twenty scratches before the sound stopped. But this time there were more, and they were getting louder. And louder. And louder.

Then, suddenly, they ceased.

Chris exhaled deeply and closed his eyes, even though he was still not tired in the least. The next thing he knew, there was a body laying next to him. He turned around as his heart beat faster and he even squealed a little. He was so caught up in his excitement that he kissed Jonny squarely on the mouth without even thinking about it. Jonny softly laughed as Chris pulled away.

"Sorry!" Chris whispered.

"Don't be," Jonny said, and gently kissed Chris.

"Are you going to sleep in here tonight?" Chris asked. He lightly ran his hand up and down Jonny's arm.

"If you'll let me."

"Of course I'll let you," he smiled. "I'll let you do anything."

Jonny rested his hand on Chris's waist and just looked at him for a while. Chris looked back, and it was an amazing feeling shared between them as they just stared into each other's eyes. Jonny reached over and kissed Chris's forehead.

"Chris, do you remember how you said it was OK for me not to be in love with you?" he whispered.

"Yeah. What about it?" Chris replied.

"Well, I want to be in love with you. I don't think I am yet. Yet. But..." Jonny brushed some of Chris's hair out of his face. "I will be soon."

"Really?" Chris asked, his eyes lighting up. Jonny nodded, and Chris snuggled up against him. Jonny wrapped his arms around him and held him close.

"Listen, Chris, I don't see how I could not be in love with you eventually. You're just..." Jonny struggled to find the perfect words, and Chris interrupted him before he could.

"The other day, Jonny, what you said to Guy... Do you think we're the someones for each other?"

"Yeah."

Chris just listened for a little bit. The room was silent, but he could hear Jonny's heartbeat. "Do you wish your someone was a girl?"

"No. I'm glad it's you." Chris smiled and continued to listen to Jonny's heart. He loved how beautiful it sounded, like it was there, beating, just to let Chris know it was his. He realized it was a little selfish to think that, but he also knew that Jonny would tell him that if he asked. Jonny's heart belonged to Chris, and Chris's to Jonny.

He slowly looked up at Jonny after a long silence. He decided that he wanted Jonny to hear his heartbeat so he could know, too.

"Jonny, will you do something for me?" he quietly asked.

"What?" From the sleepy tone in Jonny's voice, Chris could tell he was starting to fall asleep. But he was willing to stay up all night with Chris if he had to. If Chris wanted him to.

"Will you listen to my heartbeat?" Jonny looked at him blankly for a moment, but his tired mind was just trying to process what Chris said. When it finally did, Jonny moved and rested his head on Chris's chest. The rhythmic beating was his perfect lullaby, and it slowly lifted him off to sleep. "That beat's for you, Jonnyboy."

Chris could tell that Jonny was no longer conscious, but he didn't mind. And he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep at all. Not with such a beautiful person laying with him. He might miss something.

So, instead he just ran his hand through Jonny's hair and thought how wonderful everything was. They still had yet to really be physical with each other, but that was part of the beauty of their relationship. They didn't have to be. As long as they were just there together, harmlessly sleeping in the same bed, everything was good.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Economics (Finished)

ECONOMICS class is so boring. Nothing ever happens there.
It's a slash fic!

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Economics.
The most boring class one could ever be forced to take. Will, Jonny, Chris, and Guy were all sitting in various seats around their classroom. The other seats were filled with their fellow classmates.
"Blah, blah, blah, labor unions, blah, blah, blah, teacher stuff!" Chris heard the teacher say. He wasn't really paying attention, he was doodling on a scrap piece of paper. Three seats over to the right, Guy was trying to make eye contact with the busty blond girl sitting on his left. She never looked at him.
Will, who was sitting closest to the door, stared impatiently at the clock. Although class had only just begun, he, and nearly everyone else in the room, desperately ached for it to be over with.
Probably the only person in the entire room that was really paying attention, even including the teacher, was Jonny. He sat front and center, and was jotting down notes like there was no tomorrow. Why he would jot down notes if there wasn't going to be a tomorrow to use them is anybody's guess.
Even though the teacher had told them they needn't copy down the overhead notes, Jonny was scribbling down everything and anything he could.
"And what are contracts... Mr. Martin?"
Chris looked up. His eyes grew wide as he realised that he hadn't been paying attention. He decided to just try to wing it.
"Uh... contracts are... legally binding... um, d-documents... that two parties sign... in order to... agree on... stuff?"
The teacher sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Maybe you should pay a bit more attention in class, instead of drawing," she craned her neck to see his paper, "yourself and Mr. Buckland... are you skipping through daisies?!?!"
"They're tulips," Chris disappointedly replied. He looked quickly over at Jonny, who was blushing like crazy, and trying to hide his head in embarrassment.
"Tulips don't look like that, Chris."
"Oh," Chris muttered. He sadly crumpled up his paper and threw it in his bag.
"Right, then. So, can anyone actually tell me what contracts are...?"
Jonny shyly raised his hand. Of course, Chris thought. Jonny's always paying attention. He probably knows everything.
Jonny began to explain to the class what the true definition of 'contract' is, and Chris couldn't help noticing how nice his voice was. He could listen to Jonny talk all day and never grow tired of it. He had always liked Jonny, though he wasn't sure that Jonny even knew he existed.
Of course, all that had changed the day Chris stood on the table in lunch and declared his love for Jonny. But even then Jonny never acknowledged him, unless Chris had done something embarrassing, like declaring his love in front of everyone. Or drawing the two of them skipping through tulips. Deep down, though, Chris knew they'd end up together. Just like Guy knew that he'd finally get that blond girl's attention.
He “accidentally” dropped his pencil. He “accidentally” threw his paper under her chair. He even “accidentally” stretched too far and hit her arm while yawning. Still nothing.
“Hey, are you gonna look at me or what?” he said after finally deciding to be as straight-forward as possible.
“Nope,” she merely replied, her eyes remaining focused on whatever she'd been previously staring at.
“Why not?”
“Because I know you want me to look at you. And I also know you're a player.”
“Excuse me, Mr. Berryman,” the teacher interrupted. “Perhaps you'd like to talk about strikes?”
“Oh, well, I'd like to, but I'm not really a public speaking kind of guy, you know.”
“No pun intended?” the blond girl whispered. Guy chuckled. The teacher was not happy.
“I'll see you after class, Mr. Berryman.”
“Which should be soon,” Will mumbled to himself. He was still looking at the clock. Two minutes left. Then he would go to art class. It was one of his favorites. He loved painting the most. The feel of a paintbrush in his hand was almost as wonderful as the feel of a drumstick, and he felt that he could express himself by painting as well as he could by making music. One minute left.
Jonny neatly packed his books and pencils away. He was still a bit flustered from the earlier mention of his name, and he hoped that he wouldn't have to encounter another embarrassment of that kind for at least the rest of the week. Yet, he knew that by the end of the day, Chris would probably have done something equally embarrassing, if not more.
He was right. As the bell rang, everyone began to leave, all quietly cheering the end of the dreadfully dull class. Jonny walked down to the end of the row of desks, where he was unsurprisingly greeted by Chris.
“Hi, Jonny!” Chris cheerfully said.
“Hi, Chris,” Jonny replied in monotone. He tried to walk faster, but it was no use. Chris would run to keep up with Jonny if he had to.
“Jonny, can I just ask you one thing?”
“What?”
“Why don't you like me?”
“Because I'm not gay.”
“No, I know that. I mean, you don't even like me as a friend, do you?”
“Not really.”
“Why?”
Jonny stopped, moved over to the side of the hallway, and pulled Chris with him.
“Chris, you're just... I don't know.”
“You do know! You hate me, don't you? Just say it. Say it and I'll leave you alone.”
Jonny looked into Chris's bright blue eyes. He didn't hate him, far from it actually. But there was just something about Chris that kinda repulsed him. Maybe it was all that hair.
“I don't hate you,” Jonny said. “But I don't like you, either.”
“So you nothing me?” Chris said with big, sad eyes. “I think that's worse.”
“Maybe it is.”
“I'll just go now... bye, Jonny.” Chris slowly began to walk away, and Jonny watched him. Chris looked like a sad puppy or something. Jonny felt bad for him.
“Wait, Chris!” Chris turned around. “You can... sit with me in lunch, I guess.”
Chris smiled and grabbed Jonny's arm. “Come on!” he exclaimed.
“But no touching!” Jonny said, retracting his arm.
“Oh, sorry.” The two silently began to walk to the lunch room. “Jonny?”
“What?”
“This is the start of something, isn't it?” They both looked at each other. Deep down, Chris knew they'd end up together. Jonny knew it, too.

-

“OK, everyone settle down, please,” the teacher said. Most of the students were chatting with one another, even though the teacher was trying to begin. “Class has started.”
Like the good student he was, Jonny was already listening intently. Will was staring at the clock, as usual. Guy was making small talk with the girl who sat in front of him in an attempt to make the blond girl jealous. The only reason Chris was quiet was because he was busy staring at Jonny.
“OH MY GOD, WILL YOU ALL JUST SHUT UP? Jesus!” At that moment, the entire room went silent as the class looked at the teacher with utter bewilderment. Even Chris moved his gaze to the teacher. “Thank you. Now, today we're going to be getting into groups of two and forming partnerships. You and your partner will have to come up with an idea for a business, and research the costs of purchasing a building or buying an empty lot and constructing a new building, starting your business, paying your employees, all that good stuff.”
I hope we get to pick who we work with, thought Chris. I wonder if Jonny would want to be my partner...
Coincidentally, Guy raised his hand. “Um, excuse me? Can we pick our own partners?” he asked, giving the blond girl a wink. She laughed at him.
“You'll all be disappointed to hear this, but I've already set you up into groups.”
“Oh, man!” Guy said. The blond girl laughed again.
Chris looked down sadly at the empty desk in front of him. Jonny would probably have said no, anyway.
“Let's see, here,” the teacher said, pulling out a list of some sort. “Chris, you'll be working with Will... Guy, you'll be working with Amber... Jonny, you'll be working with Carlos... blah...blah..”
Chris gathered up his belongings and slowly walked to the other side of the room, where Will was seated. He watched as Carlos swiftly walked over to Jonny.
Why couldn't that be me? he thought. Stupid Carlos probably doesn't even know how lucky he is.
Chris apprehensively sat down in the seat next to Will. He was honestly quite frightened.
Guy looked around the room. He didn't really care about other people, so he had no idea what anyone else in the class was called.
“You're trying to get with me and you don't even know my name?” a voice suddenly asked. Guy looked to his left. It was the blond girl. “I'm Amber, you know that, right?”
“Of course, I knew,” Guy lied. Amber wasn't buying it.
“Whatever.”
Jonny was sitting with Carlos, the pair of them rapidly writing a long list of possible business ideas.
Chris was just staring.
“Hey, Chris? I was thinking we could start an art supply shop, is that all right?” Will asked. Chris didn't hear him. “Chris?”
“Huh? Sorry,” Chris said. “What did you say?”
“We could start an art supply shop,” Will repeated.
“That sounds brilliant!” Chris smiled.
“Thank you. I actually know quite a lot about what things would cost, too, so we won't have to do so much work.”
“Cool,” Chris said. “Hey... you're friends with Jonny, right?”
“Well,” Will started, “I mean, we were like best friends when we were little, but... we kinda grew apart. Why?”
“I was wondering if you'd be able to help me... See, 'cause I really, really like him, only he doesn't think that I'm so great.”
“Oh, so you're that Chris.”
That Chris?” Chris worriedly asked.
“Oh, I didn't mean it offensively, it's just that I didn't know you were the one with the thing for Jonny.”
“Well, I am.”
“This might be a little personal, but... are you gay?” Will asked, fidgeting slightly in his seat.
“I don't know,” Chris said, staring down at the floor. “I mean, I kinda hope not. It's just... well, there's just something about Jonny, you know?”
“You really, really like him?”
“Yeah, for four years. For a while he didn't even know who I was... now he knows but he doesn't act like it most of the time.”
Will sighed. “I'll help you.”
“Really?” Chris said, beaming. “Oh, thank you! You know, you're a lot nicer than you look... and a lot nicer than people say you are.”
“Yeah, I don't know what's up with that. Everyone thinks I'm some kind of jerk or something. I'm not really.”
“No, you're a great friend,” Chris smiled.
Guy was not having as much luck.
“You are such a player!” Amber yelled. Instead of working on the project, Guy had tried to flirt with the girl who had been sitting in front of him earlier, yet again trying to make Amber jealous.
“Hey, I can't help it. This is just how I do,” he said, trying to act cool.
“You're a jerk, you know that?”
Guy smiled. “You love it.” He nonchalantly looked away, though he could see out of the corner of his eye that Amber was smiling to herself.
“So, Carlos, we've got a lot of ideas here,” Jonny said, motioning to the three full pages of ideas. “But we only need one. Which one do you think we should pick?”
“Can we do the tanning salon?” Carlos asked. “I think that'll go over well.”
“Hmm, a tanning salon? That does sound like a good idea,” Jonny replied. “Now, we'll need to find a place to buy. And we'll have to look up costs for tanning booths, and sprays... we'll probably need some permits.” Jonny opened his folder, took out another piece of paper, and began to write more. Carlos watched, nodding his head at everything Jonny said.
“You've really got it bad, haven't you?” Will asked as he wrote down what he could remember from the list of art supplies he had looked at a few days earlier when he went shopping for a new easel. Chris turned to him.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“That's the fifteenth time you've looked over there in the past three minutes. You've got it bad.” For a few moments Chris stared at Will. He was right. There was hardly a minute that went by where Chris didn't think about Jonny, especially if they were in the same room together. He already knew that what he felt was love, but it was weird to him that other people recognized it, too. Then, without even thinking, Chris turned his head.
“That's sixteen.”

-

Chris sat down in his seat. Another day, another boring economics class.
He opened his notebook to a blank page and began drawing. He liked to draw when he was bored and had nothing else to do. Since he was a bit early, the room was mostly empty. As time went on, though, the room slowly filled with his classmates.
His drawing only took about three minutes to complete. He held it up in front of him and admired the work. It wasn't a masterpiece, but it was alright. The ink lines ran across the page and merged into one another to form the outline of a flower. Chris thought it was supposed to be a tulip, but he wasn't sure anymore. It was some sort of flower, anyway.
He lowered the paper down and looked around the room. Naturally, the first thing that caught his eye was Jonny. Jonny was walking to his seat. When he got there, he removed his backpack and sat down. After a few seconds, he turned his head and looked in the direction that Chris was sitting in. Panicked, Chris lowered his head to look at the desk. “Oh my god, he looked at me!” he said.
“... Are you talking to yourself?” the girl sitting next to Chris asked. Chris slowly looked up at her.
“Maybe.” The girl took a good look at him, narrowing her judging eyes, then leaned towards the girl sitting to her right, who happened to be Amber. “Amber, this guy sitting next to me is weird.”
“Yeah, well, the Guy sitting next to me is a man-whore,” Amber replied.
“Is he really?” the other girl asked, craning her neck to get a look at Guy. “But he's kinda cute.”
“Wanna switch seats?” Amber asked.
“Hmm.. sure!”
Amber and the other girl quickly switched seats. Chris had gone back to drawing, trying to perfect his flower.
“That's a nice drawing,” Amber said to him.
“Um, thanks,” Chris replied.
“You're Chris, right?”
Chris nodded. “That's what they call me.”
“I'm Amber. My friend said you're weird.”
“How nice of her.”
“Can everyone please get together with your partners,” the teacher commanded. The room filled with the sound of shifting students. Chris looked around, but he couldn't find Will.
“What do you we do if our partner isn't here?” he asked. At that moment, the door burst open. “Never mind.”
“Sorry I'm late!” Will exclaimed as he rushed over to the teacher, a note in his hand. Then he rushed over to where Chris was seated.
“Looks like your moving seats thing didn't help after all,” Guy said as he sat down in front of Amber. “You're still stuck with me.”
“Yeah, don't remind me.”
“So, Chris, I looked up some more stuff for our art store,” Will said.
“You're doing an art store?” Guy laughed.
“Shut up, Guy. What are you doing?”
“We,” Guy started, leaning back in his chair in an attempt to look cool, “are opening up a strip club.”
“A strip club?” Will said in a non-believing tone.
“Well, we can't actually call it a strip club.”
“Yeah, then what are you gonna call it? A gentleman's club?” Will sarcastically asked.
“Very funny. At least we're not starting some lame art store.”
Chris, not really caring about Guy and Will's bickering, turned his attention to the pair of guys in the center of the room.
Jonny and Carlos were sitting next to each other. Jonny was constantly writing, some sort of book opened up on the desk in front of him. Carlos was just staring at the board, twiddling his thumbs.
Carlos is such a jerk, Chris thought. If I were him, I'd do all the work so Jonny wouldn't have to. Aw, poor Jonny, doing all that work by himself...
Meanwhile, Will was doing all the work for their project by himself.
“Chris, do you have your part done?” Will asked. Chris didn't hear him. “Chris?” Still nothing.
After a few more failed attempts, Will took his textbook and hit Chris in the head with it.
“Huh? What?” Chris said, rubbing the spot where Will had hit him.
“Listen, Chris,” Will sighed, “I talked to Jonny yesterday, OK? I didn't say anything about you, because I didn't want to seem too obvious. But he and I are hanging out later, and I'll talk to him about you then, does that sound good?”
“Yeah,” Chris replied.
“Good. Now, can you please tell me if you've finished your part of the project? We've only got until tomorrow, you know.”
“Yeah, it's all done. Here,” Chris said, handing his papers over to Will. “Everything should be there.”
Will looked through the papers. “What's this?” he asked, pulling out a sheet. “Is that a... daisy?”
“Oh!” Chris exclaimed, ripping the paper from Will's hand. “That's supposed to be a tulip.”
“Tulips don't look like that, Chris.”
“I know,” Chris disappointedly replied. He started to crumple it, but Will stopped him.
“Wait! It's still nice, though. We could actually use it for a logo or something.” Will took the paper back and placed it in front of him. “Yeah, this would be a nice logo.”
“We have to have logos?” Guy interrupted. “Oh man, we are so far behind.”
“Maybe that's because you keep slacking off,” Amber bitterly replied. “If you'd stop trying to flirt with everyone and do some work, maybe we'd be finished.”
“Hey, I don't flirt with everyone... just you,” Guy added, winking.
“It's not working,” Amber said. Guy knew she was lying, though, as she had to cover her mouth to hide her smile.

-

“Did you talk to him? What did he say? What did you say?” Chris spat out as he ran up to Will.
“Will you calm down, Chris? Give me a minute to answer your first sixty questions before you ask a hundred more.” Chris apologetically backed away a tiny bit. “Yes, I talked to him.”
He didn't continue, instead he waited until Chris grew so anxious that he started asking more questions. Slowly, Chris's lip began to twitch, and a few moments later he found it impossible to contain himself.
“What happened? How was it? What did you say? What did he say? What did he do? Does he hate me now? Do you hate me now?”
Suddenly, Will was starting to regret not instantly telling Chris everything.
“Stop!” he yelled. “First of all, why would I hate you?”
“I don't know, I'm sure there are a thousand reasons,” Chris shrugged.
“Well, I don't hate you, and neither does Jonny.”
“What did you say to him?” Chris calmly asked.
“I said something about this class, and how you were my partner, and I asked him if he knew who you were.”
“What did he say?”
“He said he did, but he didn't sound too thrilled about it.” Will watched as Chris's already anxious expression grew slightly more saddened. “But then I said something like, 'He's all right,' and Jonny said, 'Yeah, he's all right.' ”
Chris took a deep breath and grinned, placing a hand to his heart. “He said I'm all right?” Will couldn't help laughing a little.
“Yeah, he did.”
“Did he say anything else?” Will thought for a few moments, trying to decide whether or not to tell Chris was else he learned. Chris deserved not to be lied to, but it wasn't necessarily any of his business. Plus, it wasn't exactly the best news.
“Kind of,” Will said. “But... not anything... important.”
“Oh... I should probably go sit down now. I'll talk to you later.” Chris turned and headed towards his seat. When he was about halfway through the classroom, he looked up.
He stopped dead in his tracks and his jaw fell open. He couldn't breathe. It felt like someone was crushing his lungs. And his heart... The pain was what he equated to being shot, though he had never experienced that.
Standing in the center of the room, affectionately kissing Amber on the lips, was Jonny.
“Oh, shit...” someone next to Chris said. Chris briefly turned and looked through his tears to see that the words had come from Guy, who was also standing open-jawed.
“I guess we're in the same boat now,” Chris said. Guy looked at him. “Guy, right?”
“Yeah. And you're Chris?”
“Yep.” Chris looked solemnly at the floor. He sighed. “This is the worst day of my life.”
“Wait, you've got a thing for Amber, too?”
Chris shook his head. “No, Jonny. You've got a thing for Amber?”
“Yeah, I mean, look at her!” Guy exclaimed. “She's smokin'.”
“Jonny's so much more than just smokin',” Chris said. They both looked over to the new couple. “He's the nicest person in the world. And he's smart, and he's funny, and he's...” Chris, despite his attempts to hold his emotions back, felt tears drip down his cheeks. “... got a girlfriend.” He covered his mouth with his hand and quickly walked past Guy to his seat. He threw himself into the chair and tried to hide his face, slowly sinking down in the seat. Shortly after, Guy took the seat in front of Chris. He felt really bad for Chris.
“Hey,” he said, tapping Chris on the arm. “Don't be so sad. They can't last forever.”
Chris looked up. He appreciated Guy's efforts, but it didn't help.
“Jonny doesn't like me anyway. He only thinks I'm all right.”
“That could change,” Guy replied. Then, he got an idea. “And we could change it.”
“What do you mean?” Chris asked.
“I have an idea,” Guy said. “A plan which will hopefully get you with Jonny and me with Amber.”
Chris leaned forward. “Yeah?”
As Guy whispered his plans to Chris, Jonny whispered something to Amber.
“Jonny!” Amber giggled. “That's not very appropriate.”
Jonny frowned, a very serious look on his face. “All I said was I like your vest.”
“... Oh.” Amber, blushing, quickly excused herself and sat down in her seat. Jonny laughed at his girlfriend, then sat down. Before he did so, though, he caught a glimpse of Chris and Guy talking on the side of the room. He felt a twinge of guilt, though he wasn't sure why. It wasn't his fault he and Amber liked each other.
“Hi, Amber,” Chris said as naturally as he could. Guy had already left and returned to his own desk.
“Hey, Chris.” Chris looked at Amber. Part of him wanted to hit her. He knew it would be a ridiculous thing to do, though. What he needed to do was to put his and Guy's plan into action.
“So... dating Jonny, eh?”
“Yeah.”
“How long?”
“A few days,” she said.
“Really? But you were, uh, you know, flirting with Guy the other day, weren't you?” Chris was very bad at acting. Amber hardly noticed though.
“I don't think I was.”
Chris put a hand to his face and pondered. “Maybe it was Jonny flirting with Guy, then.”
Now Amber couldn't ignore Chris's failed attempts at acting nonchalant. “Or maybe it was Guy who was flirting with Jonny. He is a man-whore, after all,” she said.
“That's cold,” Chris said. “You know, Guy is one of my best friends, and he's so nice. One of the nicest people on Earth, really, and I don't appreciate you calling him a man-whore like that.”
“One of your best friends?”
“Yes.”
“What's his last name, then?”
“Uh...” Chris was toast. There was no way he could keep this up any longer, especially because he was horrible at lying. “It's, uh... I don't really see how that's relevant.”
Amber nodded, and leaned forward. “You can tell your best friend that he can stop recruiting people to hit on me for him. I'm with Jonny now... as I'm sure you know,” she coldly added. As she turned away, Chris decided that hitting her would not actually be so ridiculous. So, he spent the entire class imagining himself shooting her with lasers.
He was really jealous.

-

For the next week, Amber would walk into Economics every day and greet Jonny. They would talk until the bell rang, then Amber would return to her seat.
During those days, Chris never showed up to class on time. He waited in the hallway outside of the door until the bell rang so he wouldn't have to see Jonny with Amber. Every now and then Guy would walk out and talk to him.
“Hey, Chris,” Guy said.
“Hey,” Chris answered.
“So, how's the plan going?”
“Well... are Jonny and Amber still together?”
“Yeah,” Guy muttered.
“Then it's not going so great,” Chris said.
“Listen, I think that might change soon, though,” Guy said. “I've been talking to Amber's friend, and she says that they don't really seem like they should be a couple.”
“What's that supposed to mean?” Chris asked.
“Like, they don't have any chemistry, you know? So, I don't think they'll last much longer.” Guy looked off into the distance and smiled a devious smile. “It's near the end, I can feel it.”
The bell rang. Chris sighed and he and Guy walked into the room. “I hope you're right.”
Chris and Amber sat down in their respective seats at nearly the same time. They both glanced over at Jonny.
Jonny was sitting with his hands on his desk, fingers laced together, patiently waiting for the class to begin. Amber smiled. She like that about him, that he was always so enthusiastic about learning; she thought it was cute.
Her smiled faded. That was the problem. He was cute and funny, sure, but that's not what she wanted.
What she wanted was sexy... charming... Scottish...
She looked two seats over to her right. Guy was talking to her friend, whose name, he learned, was Clarissa. He must have said something funny, because she was laughing. Flirtatiously.
Amber felt horrible for thinking the things she did about Guy, not only because she was with Jonny and had been for a mere week and a half, but because she knew he was a player, yet she still fell for it. What made things worse was that she knew he wanted her, too.
She looked to her left. Chris was still staring at Jonny, though he soon realized that Amber was watching him and looked away. Amber sighed. Just another thing to make her feel horribly guilty.
“Today we'll be looking at classified ads,” the teacher said, handing out packets of paper. “Of course, these are just made up, but you'll be able to get an idea of what it would be like if you were to try and find a job.”
Chris took the stack of papers from the kid in front of him, grabbed the top packet, and handed the rest back. He quickly glanced at a few of the ads.
Cashier, babysitter, bus boy, carpenter, telemarketer. They were all horrible. He had no interest in any of them. Why couldn't there be a musician needed? He loved music more than life. More than... no, not more than Jonny. But close.
Will, on the other hand, thought the assignment was wonderful. There weren't many interesting choices, but he recognized that not everything in life could be interesting. Plus, you have to start somewhere, and even little jobs like washing dishes could take you places in the end.
Being the good student he was, Jonny obediently read all the ads, circled ones he thought sounded OK, and filled out the forms on the other papers.
Guy didn't even look at the paper. He was too busy flirting with Clarissa. He really had no interest in her, but he hope that flirting with her would make Amber jealous.
Amber stared at her paper, but didn't do anything. She just kept thinking about her situation, trying to make a decision. It was a difficult challenge, but by the time the class ended she had made up her mind.
“Jonny, can I talk to you for a minute?” she asked as she walked over to Jonny's seat. There were still about five minutes until the class was technically over.
“Oh...” was all Jonny said. He knew what she was going to say.
“It's just not working, right?” Amber asked.
Jonny slowly shook his head. “No.”
“I'm sorry. I guess... I thought I liked you more than I actually did.”
“I know how you feel,” Jonny agreed.
“Maybe that's not a bad thing, though. Some people just aren't compatible. And we can still be friends.”
“Yeah, of course. You're a nice person, Amber.”
“And you're nice, too, Jonny. I'm glad we're friends,” she smiled. “I do feel bad, though, since it's only been, what? A week?”
“Week and a half, yeah. But don't worry about it, I mean, we both feel the same.”
“Good,” Amber said. “Plus... I think there's someone who deserves you way more than I do.”
“Who?” Jonny asked, and Amber gave him a look that said, 'You know who.'
Chris was at his desk, struggling to fit his right arm into the strap of his backpack. He looked like such a dork.
“I'm not saying you have to fall in love with him or anything,” Amber said. “You don't even have to like him. But you should talk to him, be his friend. And please, just keep an open mind when you do?”
Jonny sighed. “OK.”
Amber smiled. “I'm glad we had this talk, Jonny. And, uh... we still have a few minutes left... you could go talk to him now. Ta!” Amber waved and walked away. Jonny gathered his belongings and headed towards Chris.
Chris had only just managed to put on his backpack when Jonny spoke. “Hi, Chris.”
Chris looked up, completely stunned. “Hi, Jonny.”
“How, uh... how are things going?” Jonny awkwardly asked.
“Things aren't going too good,” Chris answered honestly.
“Amber and I broke up, you know.” Jonny expected to see Chris light up, but he didn't.
“You did? Sorry to hear.”
“Why? You should be jumping for joy, right? This is good news for you.”
“But it sucks for you,” Chris said.
“Eh, not really. I didn't like her so much anyway.” Jonny struggled to find something to talk about. Luckily, he was saved the trouble of coming up with a topic for discussion by the ringing bell. “Well, I'll talk to you later.”
“Yeah,” Chris said as they began to walk away, a smile stretched across his face. “Talk to you later.”

-

“Chris, Chris, Chris!” Guy yelled down the hallway. Chris turned around.
“It's nice to see you too, Guy,” Chris said.
“Did you hear about Amber and Jonny?”
“Yeah.”
“Isn't it fantastic?” Guy said, beaming.
“Better for you than me, I think.”
Guy tilted his head to the side. “Why's that?”
“Amber seems to like you more than Jonny likes me,” Chris explained. “But he did talk to me yesterday,” he added, smiling.
“Really? What did he say?”
“Well, he just said hi and asked how things were going, then the bell rang. Still, progress is progress, right?”
“You know what, Chris? I like your optimism,” Guy said as they entered the classroom.
Guy walked over to his seat to find that Clarissa was no longer sitting to his left, much to her dismay. Instead, Amber's bubbly blondness filled the seat. Guy didn't have any problem with that.
“So, I see you're sitting next to me now,” Guy said.
“Yeah, well... It would seem that you're quite good at what you do,” Amber replied.
“Does that mean you like me, then?”
“Maybe,” Amber deviously smiled.
“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. I honestly have nothing planned for today, because, well, I wasn't supposed to be here. You were supposed to have a sub, but things changed and now I am here. So, I'm just going to play this movie that you would have watched anyway had there been a sub today,” the teacher announced in an awfully tired tone. A few minutes later, the teacher had started the movie. It was a boring movie about how the economy works. It was worse than any other thing they'd done in that class.
Naturally, no one payed it any attention. Will stared at the clock, Chris stared at Jonny, Jonny stared at the screen (though he wasn't paying attention either). Guy and Amber continued their conversation.
“Do you want to go see a movie or something?” Guy whispered.
“Sure. When?”
“I don't know, maybe Friday?”
“Friday works for me,” she said, smiling. Then she shook her head. “I can't believe I'm saying yes to you.”
“Why can't you believe it?”
“Because you're... not really my type, I guess.”
“You think I'm a player,” Guy said.
“Yeah.”
“I'm not, I promise.”
“Excuse me, Mr. Berryman, could you please stop interrupting my class?” the teacher asked. “In fact, why don't you take a seat up here? There's a free spot right next to Mr. Buckland.”
Guy rolled his eyes. The teacher never liked him. He was always the one getting in trouble, it seemed. Still, he moved up to the seat beside Jonny.
Jonny didn't move his focus at all, until a few minutes later when a note was being shoved under his arm. He hesitantly took the paper and opened it.
It was a note from Guy, which said, Got any tips for going out with Amber?
Jonny thought it was a bit rude for Guy to ask him such a thing, though he didn't really mind. He wrote back, Yeah, make sure there aren't any other guys in love with you. Oh, and make sure that she actually likes you.
Guy took the note, and moments later handed it back to Jonny.
She broke up with you because of Chris?
Jonny had to stop and think for a while after he read that. Did she break up with him because of Chris? Well, he was one of the reasons.
I guess so... she said that he deserved me more than she did.
Probably because he's in love with you, and she, you know, wasn't. But, do you even like him or anything?
Well... I don't actually really know him, to be honest.
Maybe you should change that. He's a great guy. Oh, and we should probably stop passing notes, the teacher's looking at me kinda funny. I'm already in enough trouble as it is.
Jonny reread the note over and over. Guy had a point. Chris did seem like a great person.
Fifteen seemingly endless minutes later, the bell rang. This time, the cheers were no longer silent. A chorus of thirty students all sang, “Thank God!” as they exited the room.
Jonny made sure that he got Chris's attention before he left.
“Chris, wait up!” Jonny yelled from across the room. Chris immediately stopped and waited for Jonny by the door.
Oh my god, he's gonna talk to me again, Chris thought. What if I say something stupid? Duh, Chris, you always say something stupid.
“What's up?” Chris asked as Jonny walked up to him.
“I was thinking... we should hang out later,” Jonny said.
“We should?” Chris repeated. “Um, yeah, of course! Definitely!”
“Cool. And you can sit with me in lunch, if you want to.”
“I'd like that very much,” Chris smiled. “Jonny?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being nice to me,” Chris said. “I know you don't like me, but it means a lot to me.”
“Oh. Well, you're welcome. But as for the not liking you thing,” Jonny said, “never say never.”

-

Chris walked into class the next day, positively glowing. Never before had things gone so right in his life.
Not only was Jonny acknowledging his existence, they were also becoming friends. When Chris's parents asked where he was going the afternoon before, and he answered, “Hanging out with Jonny,” he had to hold his breath to stop himself from squeeing.
As he sat down in his seat, he was greeted by a familiar voice.
“Hey, Chris!” Jonny said as he walked by.
“Hi, Jonny!” Chris breathlessly replied. Then he turned to Clarissa, who really couldn't have cared less, and said, “He said 'hi' to me. Ee!”
“So that weird thing hasn't changed, I see,” Clarissa said. Chris, recognizing that Clarissa didn't care about him, turned his head to face the front of the room. As he did, he caught a glimpse of Jonny, who seemed to be looking over at him. Chris blushed and tried to hold back the grin that was tearing it's way onto his face. Then he got an idea.
“Hey, Guy,” Chris called to his right. “Come here real quick, I need your help.”
Guy, not too thrilled to have his conversation with Amber interrupted, sighed and walked over to Chris.
“What is it?” he asked.
“You know how to get girls, right? 'Cause you're a player?”
“Why does everyone think that?”
“You're not?” Chris asked, dumbfounded.
“No. And... between you and me,” Guy leaned forward and whispered, “I've never actually, you know, had a girlfriend before.”
“Seriously?!?!”
“Seriously.”
“Me neither,” Chris shrugged. “Anyway... do you think you could still help me?”
“With what?”
“What do you think I could do to get Jonny to like me? I mean, I think we're friends now, which is great, but I still want him to like me.”
Guy thought for a few moments. “Oh! First, you should get a haircut.”
“Haircut?” Chris repeated, brushing a hand through his curls. Then he added, reluctantly, “I guess I could do that.”
“Good... Yeah, try that first, see how it goes. Good luck, then,” he said, and walked back to Amber.
“So, anyway, Friday's not gonna work for me,” Amber said. “For the movie. Is Saturday OK?”
“Yeah, it should be,” Guy replied. “What's with Friday?”
“My dad's coming home from his business trip. I have to go with my mom to pick him up from the airport.”
“Oh. Well, have fun with that.”
“I'd much rather be having fun with you,” she said, winking. Then she quickly frowned. “Oh, that sounded a lot dirtier than I meant it to.”
Guy laughed. “It's all right.”
A few seats over, Will was buried in a book about painting. It told about different artists throughout history, different styles of painting, and all sorts of other artsy things. Will was reading it in hopes of furthering his knowledge of art.
He flipped the page and saw the most beautiful painting he'd ever seen. It was a simple painting of melons titled, “Viva la Vida.” It was not extravagant by any means, which was what added to its marvelousness. More importantly, Will found it to be very thought-provoking. Why such a meaningful title for such an ordinary subject?
He spent the entire class thinking about that painting. In fact, he managed to space out and miss every single thing the teacher said to them. Only after the bell rang did he wake up from his thoughts. He looked around the room, alarmed, to see that everyone was leaving. So, he grabbed his books and went along on his merry way.
While walking down the hallway, he realised that he was behind Chris and Jonny. Though he wasn't a nosy person, he couldn't help overhearing their conversation.
“I had a great time yesterday,” Jonny said.
“Me too,” Chris replied. “I really like spending time with you, Jonny.”
“I have to be honest, you're a lot cooler than I thought you were. You know, you kinda come off as a huge dork.”
“I know,” Chris disappointedly said. “That's why nobody likes me.”
“No, lots of people like you,” Jonny said, reassuringly.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“...Do you like me?” Chris asked.
“Well, from what I've gathered, you're a neurotic freak and very self-deprecating... but you're pretty awesome,” Jonny admitted.
Chris smiled. “Oh, Jonny, you're killing me.”
Jonny laughed, “Why do you like me so much?”
“I don't know,” Chris sighed. “I just do.”
“Well, I appreciate it. And... maybe I'll return the favor.”

-

Will stood by his seat, simply removing his backpack, when Jonny rushed up to him.
“Will, oh my God, did you see Chris?” Jonny asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean have you seen Chris today?”
“No, why? Are you looking for him?”
“No, no, no, no,” Jonny rambled. Then, with big eyes, he leaned forward and said, “He cut his hair.”
Will didn't really care. “Really?”
“Will, he... I...” Jonny fumbled with the words. “Well, I mean...”
Will could see that Jonny was becoming very flustered.
“A haircut, seriously?” he said in disbelief. “That's what it took?”
“No, not just that,” Jonny replied. “But, Will, you should see him now...”
Will glanced around the room, looking for Chris. Sure enough, Chris was standing a few rows away, talking to Guy.
“I don't know if I like this,” Chris said. “It feels weird.”
“You look fine, man,” Guy said.
“Do you think Jonny will like it?”
“I don't see why not,” Guy replied. “It's a good look for you.”
Chris sighed, rubbed his hand against his short hair, and repeated, “It feels weird.”
“Wow, I can actually see around his head now,” Will laughed.
“Should I tell him?” Jonny asked.
“Yeah, he'd probably like to know.”
“Oh, but I'm really nervous now.”
“Why are you nervous?” Will asked, lightly smacking Jonny. “You already know he likes you. Actually, he's, like, hopelessly in love with you. Though, I suppose it's not hopeless anymore.”
“But what if he, like, suddenly changed his mind?”
“Since yesterday, Jonny? I don't think so. Go over there and tell him.”
After a few seconds of standing still, Will pushed Jonny away from him.
Jonny stumbled, but once he regained his balance, he started to walk over to Chris. His heart was pounding in his chest and he desperately needed a drink of water.
By that point, Chris was walking over to his own seat.
I really, really hope Jonny likes my haircut, he thought. Otherwise I-
“Chris!” Jonny called. Chris whirled around and nervously scratched behind his ear.
“Jonny, hi!” He wasted no time, and quickly spit out, “Do you like my hair?”
Jonny smiled. “Yeah... actually, I have something I need to... tell you...”
“Oh, God, what is it? Do you hate me now?”
Jonny laughed at how ridiculously paranoid Chris was being, without thinking about how he was probably just as paranoid. His nervousness subsided, however, when he noticed the adorably confused look on Chris's face.
Somehow, in those few moments, he had all the courage in the world. And so, with all that courage built up inside of him- what else was he to do?- he kissed Chris.


Chris slowly opened his eyes. It felt like he just woke up, but he was rather confused by the concerned-looking Jonny hovering over him.
Whoa... he thought. What happened?
“What happened?” he voiced. Jonny breathed a sigh of relief and held out a hand to help Chris up.
Chris gladly accepted and was pulled to his feet. He looked around to see that he was in his Economics class, and there were a few people gathered around him.
“Um, you, uh... fainted,” Jonny said in a low voice.
“I did?”
“Yeah.”
“OK, everyone, back to your seats, please!” the teacher announced. Jonny looked at Chris for a few more seconds, smiled, then left. The teacher rushed over to Chris.
“Chris, are you OK? Do you want to go to the nurse or something?”
“No, I'm fine,” Chris said. “Thanks.”
The teacher didn't seem to be satisfied with his answer, but accepted it anyway. “Well, if you feel like you're going to pass out again, just let me know, OK?”
“OK.” Chris sat down in his seat.
He rarely paid attention in class, and today was definitely no exception.
He felt... odd. He'd never fainted before, and on top of feeling a little lightheaded, he was also a bit... he wasn't sure how to describe it. It was like butterflies, almost, but a thousand times more fluttery. And also, some anxiety was thrown in there.
It was the weirdest thing ever.
When class finally ended, he walked as slowly as he could to the door, as he still wasn't feeling too hot. Jonny noticed, and slowed down his pace as well.
“Chris, how are you doing?” Jonny asked.
“I'm still a bit... woozy,” Chris said. “Jonny, what happened? Why did I faint?”
“Oh...” Jonny said, blushing like crazy. “I might have, um... I might have, you know, kissed you.”
“WHAT?” Chris exclaimed. He stopped walking altogether, and Jonny started to worry a bit.
“And then you fainted... I took it as a bad sign,” Jonny frowned. “I'm sorry.”
“No, no, don't be sorry. It's not a bad sign at all,” Chris said with one breath, “in fact, it's just that I'm a little shocked because I never thought this would happen and now it's happening and I'm just a little shocked and right now I really need to sit down.”
“We're in the middle of the hallway, that might be a bit hard,” Jonny said. “Come on, we'll walk to the cafeteria, and you can lean on me if you need to.”
“Thank you, Jonny,” Chris said. They both began to walk, and Chris placed his hand on Jonny's shoulder to stabilize himself. Much to his surprise, moments later he felt a hand- which happened to be one of Jonny's- rest on his hip.
Like a-thousand-times-more-fluttery butterflies.

-

"Did you think that was gonna happen, Jonny?" Chris asked. "Did you ever once in your life imagine that we would be... hehe... dating?"
Jonny and Chris were walking to Economics, holding hands. Chris was grinning like an idiot.
It was kind of embarrassing Jonny.
"Yeah, actually," Jonny replied. "But, you know, that was only about five minutes before we started."
"I always knew we'd end up together. Though I don't know why you'd like me."
"I don't know either, but it's probably best not to dwell on it."
Chris laughed. "See, it's easy to figure out why I like you."
"Is it?"
"Yes, it's because you're very sweet and funny. And beautiful," he added with a smile.
"You're not so bad looking yourself, Martin," Jonny smiled back.
They walked into the classroom, and Jonny went to his seat.
As he sat down, he realised that Chris had followed him and had taken the seat beside him.
Noticing Jonny's surprise, Chris's eyes widened with horror.
"Did you not want me to sit next to you?" he asked.
"No, it's fine, I just didn't know you were going to."
"I can move back to my other seat if you want."
"Chris, it's OK," Jonny said.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!"
Chris sighed in relief. "Good."
Jonny shook his head, but he couldn't help laughing a little.
Guy and Amber walked into the room much like Chris and Jonny had, smiling and laughing and all that good stuff.
"It was such a horrible movie!" Amber laughed.
"No, it was obviously the most awesome thing ever," Guy said sarcastically.
"Even the title was bad. I mean, 'Things From Space,' seriously?"
"It could be worse, we could have gone to see the Hannah Montana Movie."
"Ugh, so true."
"Jonny, all is right with the world, isn't it?" Chris asked.
"What do you mean?"
"We're together, Guy and Amber are together..." Chris looked around to find Will.
Will was sitting and staring at the clock. Nothing new there.
"... Will still likes art."
Jonny laughed. "I suppose you're right."
"Everything's perfect."
"Class! Today we're going to start our new chapter... about credit!" the teacher said, passing out a bunch of worksheets. "It's something that you're going to be using for the rest of your life, if you haven't already been introduced to it."
Chris took one look at the worksheets and scoffed.
He leaned over and whispered to Jonny, "Can't we ever learn anything that's not extremely boring?"
"No, of course not, Chris. Nothing interesting ever happens in this class."