Crashed

Chapter 9

Chris burst into the room he was sharing with Josh with his hands on his head, his breath coming in puffs that were making it seem as if he was having a panic attack. He clamped his eyes shut tightly.

                “Oh my God,” he mumbled, “Oh my God. Ohmygod.” He turned in a circle as if he couldn’t figure out which way was up. Josh was sitting with his back propped up against the head board of one of the two full sized beds in the room. He watched Chris with a mixture confusion and humor.

                “What the hell did you do, Chris?” he asked. Chris threw his hands to his sides frustratedly. He growled suddenly, picking up a water bottle and throwing it so hard across the room, it burst open on the opposite wall and sprayed them both with water.

                “Dude!” Josh cried, shielding his face, “Calm the hell down and tell me what happened!” Chris fell onto his bed and let his face collapse into his hands.

                “She was so fucking drunk,” he grumbled under his breath, “She was so drunk and I was worried about all those guys taking advantage of her in the club; and what did I do?” Josh sat up a straight.

                “What?” he muttered. Chris shook his head. “Who are you talking about, Chris?”

                “Az,” he told his friends through the muffling of his hands.

                “You had sex with her?!” Josh half-screamed, “DUDE. She was drunk!” Chris shook his head.

                “No, I didn’t have sex with her,” he said, lifting his face, “I kissed her.” Josh looked at him oddly.

                “You…kissed her…” he said. Chris sighed.

                “Yeah,” he mumbled. Josh chuckled.

“I don’t see what’s funny,” Chris bit at him.

“You made it sound like you raped her or something,” Josh laughed. Chris glared over at him.

“I might as well have,” he choked, “She was so drunk and I just kissed her. I forced the kiss on her. God, I probably screwed things up so badly.” Josh laughed loudly again.

“Will you stop laughing?!” Chris yelled. Josh clamped his lips together but was fighting back his laughter.

“God, Chris, you act like it’s such a crime to kiss a woman,” he barked. Chris rolled his eyes.

“Deanna didn’t want you anymore, Chris,” Josh spat, “She wanted a break. It’s obvious she wants to go screw some other guy. I don’t see why you can’t get some in the meantime.” Chris scoffed loudly.

“Jesus, Josh,” he growled, “You act like women are play things. Az is a person. She’s not some toy to play with when she gets drunk.” Josh laughed again.

“I’m not saying to take advantage of her while she’s drunk, dude,” he said, “That would be a fucking dick thing to do; but you obvious have something going on with her, so why can’t you just deal with that in her sober hours?” Chris let his face fall into his hands again.

“Because this isn’t what I wanted!” he shouted, “We were just supposed to stay friends and that was it.” Josh smirked at his friend.

“Have you been around at all when you two hang out?” he asked. Chris looked back up at him.

“What the hell’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

“You can cut the sexual tension between you two with a machete,” Josh told him, “Sexual tension is when, you know, you—.” He was stopped.