Talk // Chris Martin

15.

Chris and I walked in mostly silence, but he looked up at the night sky, taking a deep breath.

"I love nighttime." He sighed contentedly.

I nodded, looking up at the sky as well.

The stars were shining along with the moon, making everything a little brighter.

Chris and I continued walking quietly, before he looked at me.

"Can I hold your hand?" He asked me quietly.

Even though he had asked me before, I was still rather surprised by this. It's not every day a boy asks to hold your hand. Of course, in a friend way, I mean. Cause that's what we were. Friends.

I smiled a little, Nodding as I held out my hand.

He took it in his, giving it a gentle squeeze as we walked.

He began to hum to himself a little, looking up at the sky.

"Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.." he mumbled. "And all the things you do...Yeah, they were all yellow."

I looked at him, smiling a little.

He looked up at me, a small smile on his face as well. "I came up with more lyrics.." he said quietly. "Are they alright?"

I nodded, wishing I could actually tell him how good they were.

Things went back to being silent again, The only sounds to be heard being crickets and our footsteps on the concrete.

I looked up at Chris, who seemed to be calm. I wished I could have such a tranquil spirit like his. It seemed that even though his life, especially at school, could be unpleasant, he was somehow untouched by it. He just had an inner peace that kept him so optimistic.

We began to walk through my neighbourhood, and I glanced at my house, a soft sigh escaping my lips.

I loved Joseph, don't get me wrong. I just wished I could spend all of my time with Chris.

Joseph didn't tend to be the positive type. Sometimes, if he really wanted something for me or for him he would be, but it seemed like when I really needed his support for something, he was nothing but negative. Which is why I hadn't told him about my issues at school. And why I'd hardly told him about Chris.

My fear was that he'd think worst case scenario, like he always did. If he knew about the bullies, he'd probably decide to take me out of school. Even through my problems, I wouldn't want to leave school. It would mean leaving Chris, And Phil. The only people who seemed to care about me.

As we approached my house, I went up to the door, looking back to see if Chris was still there, before I went to open it.

However, the door didn't budge.

Joseph had locked it.

He must've thought I wasn't coming home.

I swallowed a little, reaching for the doorbell and letting my finger linger there for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Chris Asked quietly.

I shook my head a bit, looking back and giving him a small smile before pressing the doorbell.

I stepped away from the door, sighing a little as I heard footsteps inside of the house.