Don't Forget Me. (Chris Fronzak and Chris Link)

You can't just treat people that way

"That's not how life works, Chris! You can't just hop around from guy to guy and girl to girl hurting people! I'll admit, it was fun when we were kids, but when are you going to grow up?! I've tried hard to be supportive and stick by your side, but when I need you to have my back you just run out on me? I've delt with everything else you put me through, but what's your excuse for this? Why can you not possibly find the time to come to your best fucking friends wedding?" Chris yelled, his patience with me long since abandoned. Goose bumps rose on my skin from the cold around me in the kitchen, and I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly as I noticed his stare glide across my bare chest. I could feel rage burning deep inside my chest, but not at chris for yelling at me, I was anygry at myself for causing all of this.

"You wouldn't understand Chris-" I said, leaning up against the cold counter, letting it chill my skin farther, a chill making it's way up my spine.

"Then how about you fucking enlighten me Fronz, because I want to fucking know. I mean, I knew you were a piece of shit- but I didn't know you were this much of a dick. I guess your Dad was always right about you, Fuck- I don't even blame him for leaving." He said, his face changing from overly angry to remorseful as soon as the words spewed from his plump lips. He ran a shaky hand through his hair, letting out a deep breath, he was always one to get worked up during fights and more often that not it made him say awful things.

"Fronz I-"

"Quiet Chris, you've fucking said enough.." I sighed, tears brimming in my bloodshot, blue eyes eyes. Chris had always been the one to hold me up and make me feel better. He knew how I feel about my dad leaving, and as much as I was convinced that he didn't mean it, some part of me couldn't shake the feeling that he did.

"Fronz, listen. I didn't mean-" he stuttered out, choking on his words like a dying man gasping for his last breath. He regretted it, I knew that much from the look or desperation that was easily read off his well sculpted features. But just because he regretted, it didn't mean he didn't believe it.

"Just get out of my fucking house, and don't come back! I don't fucking need you! Leave, just like he did!" I yelled, the tears finally escaping my eyes and making streaks down my face and weaving through my five o'clock shadow. Chris had seen me cry before, he was always the one to help me out of my worst panic attacks. Whenever I could feel my heart racing, or my head hurting, he was there to calm me, he was there to help me when I was shaking uncontrollably and crying about nothing and everything at once.

I slid down the counter, the cold hard wood pressing against my back making me feel just a little better and the gasping breaths come in just a little bit easier. It felt like years that I was sitting against that patch of painted white counter before I felt chris's strong body press me close to him. He rocked me back and forth slowly in his arms and rubbed my back like a upset child, his lips tracing over the skin of my cheek, whispering sweet apologizes and complements. He knew it was the only thing that could calm me and that these were just the beginning stages of a panic attack.

"Shh, I'm here Fronz, I'm right here.. I've got you, I won't let you go." He whispered to me, his fingers brushing through my hair and guiding my head down to his warm chest where I could faintly hear his heart beat and breathing, the steady sound helping my to regain my shattered composure. I started to slowly count, up to 10 and then back down again, the steady rythm of counting getting easier as my breathing got back to normal. By the time I had stoped crying, I was clung to his chest, hoping that if I held him there with me he wouldn't go. That the last time I saw my best friend wouldn't end with fighting and me crying on my kitchen floor.

"I'm so sorry, please don't leave.." I mumbled, hiding my face in his neck, letting my cheek rest on his strong shoulder, my body rising and falling along with his chest, in time with his light breathing.

"I won't leave you Fronz.. we'll be okay.." He whispered, placing a chaste kiss on my cheek, his fingers continuing to weave through my unruly black and purple hair, the tuffs of hair only managing to get more messed up everytime he would touch it.

"Come on, I think we should get you to you bed, you usually crash pretty hard after panic attacks. We're just lucky this one wasn't bad.." He sighed, lifting up my body with ease while I just clung to his chest with my eyes closed, breathing in his calone and letting the familiar sent relex me, tears still wanting to spill as I let him carry me away. The next thing I knew I felt my soft bed against my unclothed chest. I opened my eyes, seeing him pull off his shirt and letting his pants fall to the floor, his bulge easily visible through the thin material of his boxer briefs, his muscles and v-line an inviting sight as I shamelessly stared at his attractive body. He slid in next to me, saying nothing and pulling me to his tan, toned chest, his bare legs tangling with mine as he pulled my black comforter around us. I could feel his length pressing against my ass through our boxers, and his warm arm wrapped around me.

I finally felt truly at ease with his arms around me. All I want is him, to get to be close to him and tell him I love him, tell him it has always been him. But he's already making fucking wedding plans with the girl of his dreams.

"Fronz, what are you thinking about?" He asked me, his warm breath blowing across my neck, sending slight chills down my spine and he ran his callused hands up and down my tattooed sides.

"Nothing Chris" I sighed, knowing that even if I told him it wouldn't make a difference, he was already in love, and all he wants me to be is his best friend.

"I know that's a lie" he grumbled, pulling me even closer to him by my hips, his length pressing harder into me as he let one of his hands roam over my chest, his light touch invited my quivering and over responsive body. He was the only one who could make me this way, with every other guy and girl I can be so dominant and rough, but not with Chris. His touch always being so strangely satisfying, even if he his touches are never intimate or in the way I'd like them to be.

"Tell me" he said, moving back and pushing down my thigh so I was flat on my back next to him, my arm pressed against his muscly frame.

"It's really nothing Chris" I repeated my eyes meeting his, my breath hitching as he ran his hands across my tattooed chest and up to cup my stubbly cheek.

"Your eyes are beautiful.." he mumbled, letting go of my face and letting out a loud sigh, pulling my body close to his chest again, this time just resting his head on my chest and letting hand rest low on my right hip, his eyes slowly fluttering closed as he ran the tips of his fingers across my owl tattoo. "If you won't tell me what's wrong... will you tell me why you can't come to my wedding?"

"Not this again Chris, please." I mumbled, wrapping my arm around his back and pulling him closer, my eyes subconsciously staring at his lips that looked so deliciously soft.

"I just want to know Chris, do you not like Ellie or something?" He asked, nuzzling his head lnto my chest harder, making his blonde hair stick up in different directions on his head.

"No.. I guess she's okay." I mumbled, kissing the top of his hair before running my fingers through his mop to try straighten it out, his head pressing back into my hand, like he always did when I would play with his hair.

"Then what is it?.." he asked, moving his thumbs to trace small circles into my hips, his other hand moving to tangle in my hair and against the matress, his fingers rubbing small circles into my scalp.

"You wouldn't understand.." I said simply, watching his face fall before he hid it in the crook of my neck, his soft breathing ghosting over my skin, warmth rising in my cheeks and I felt him press a firm kiss against the side of my neck.

"Then help me understand" he mumbled, his tired voice telling me how groggy he was without out him even mentioning it, and just a few seconds later I could hear his light snores echoing throughout my silent room.

"I love you Chris Link. That's what you'll never understand."I whispered, knowing he wouldn't hear me. Knowing that even if he did, all it would do is make him look at me different.
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