[Warning: yep, I decided to just twist the story a bit further... 👀 Enjoy one last fluffy chapter before things get a bit ;-;]
[Alright guys! Enjoy reading y'all.]
(Chris's POV)
I lay back in the chair as I watch Alan's remixed song in its one final upload.
"Done yet?" I heard a shout from the top of the stairs, definitely Alan. I chuckled a bit, thinking how he would be surprised at this new song. While I did achieve fame by remixing other people's songs, one thing I was certain of, this was one of the most enjoyable remixes I've ever made. And it was gonna sound like fire.
"Yeah, you wanna come down and see?" I asked, spinning around in the chair. There was a scurry of light footsteps, and Alan appeared, face flushed, throwing the door wide open before rushing to his working table and butting me out of his chair.
I had to contain a laugh at his eager expression, it looked like he had been hanging around the corner and waiting impatiently for a long time.
That thought almost brought a modest blush to my cheeks as pleasant warmth bubbled up inside of me.
"I love seeing you loving the music I make," I teased, letting my eyes trail over his face in pleasure, as his face reddened even more.
It seemed that he had changed during my session of work, from the slightly bloody jacket that he hadn't bothered (and hadn't have time to) to pull off after the mission (because I was being a dork), to a pair of torn jeans, sky blue, and a careless white T-shirt.
Those day-to-day clothes fit loosely upon his slender frame, bringing out his curves and body built out perfectly. Even his collarbone was exposed at just the right angle.
Man, he looked like a goddamn angle.
"Don't you dare tease me, you stupid buckethead." He growled threateningly, as his eyes raked over the screen and his fingers found the play button.
I feigned hurt. "Aww, what are you going to do to me if I tease you?"
He paused his movements and raised his gaze up to meet mine.
"I will eat a packet of marshmallows straight in your face, you squishy trashcan."
"Cannibalism!" I gasped, clamping a hand to my heart in exaggerated drama, "You are cruel, Mr. Walker, you are so cruel...What have those poor little puffs done..."
"Shut up already." He snorted, turning back again to the computer.
His eyes lit up when he saw the upload was complete and he nearly smashed his hand down on the button.
I watched Alan as he listened to the remix. He tapped his foot and fingers against the chair, unconsciously maybe, as he leaned forward to better drink in the melody swirling from the speakers.
His dark blue irises were sparkling and practically throwing out glittering vibes.
Man, I would happily lose myself and swim until I drown in those eyes if he'd just let me.
If he'd just let me.
When it ended completely, he stayed in his position, mouth partially hanging open, gaze burning with intense focus, and a hand still clenched around the play button.
He looked like he was in his own little world, floating above me in cloud nine.
Wait.
Was that...a little frown on his brows?
What if he didn't like it?
A sudden nervousness came crashing down in me, my nerves skyrocketing so fast I didn't even have time to react before my heart was squeezed into a tight fist. The blood pounded in my ears and each thump was painfully loud to my sensitive hearing.
Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Rhythmic ouches.
What if he thought I ruined the song?
The blood drained out of my face so quickly I must've looked pale as a ghost.
No, say something to him and see how he responds.
"Um..." I stuttered, trying to hide my sudden fear, "D-do you like it?"
My palms were clammy as I wiped them on my trousers, bracing myself for the answer as I would a lethal blow.
To think of it, it might just be literally lethal.
Please say something...just for my sanity's sake.
I nearly choked on my own saliva when he didn't.
I felt my knees wobble a bit but didn't dare move. I just stared at him while he stared at the screen, silently praying to whatever deity that was up there to tell him to give me an answer.
Then, abruptly, Alan snapped his jaw closed, stood up, grabbed my hand, and shook it with the force of a man whose dream just came true.
"Like? No—that's too weak a word. I fucking love it!"
The relief that smashed through me was so great I felt my knees buckle and I collapsed down on the cold floor, pain tingling to life immediately in my thighs, but I couldn't care less. All I could focus on was his wide eyes and his radiant smile.
He looked like my own personal sun from heaven.
"Tired?" he laughed as he crushed my hand and pulled me up, "That, Mello man, is a fucking masterpiece. Well, to be fair it was a masterpiece at the beginning but—still."
I allowed myself a small smile as I bowed. "Glad that you like it. Release it as an official remix?"
"Of course." He pulled me up and gave me a high-five, "Your fans ain't wrong you know, you're a chill guy that makes great music."
"Nah." I shook my head and grinned, unable to conceal the pride that coursed through me at that comment, "Even if we ignore the fact that that's one of the highest compliments you've ever given to me, I'm a chill marshmallow that makes great music. I was born in a grocery store you know."
Alan rolled his eyes, opened his mouth, and was about to say something when somebody's phone suddenly started vibrating. "Don't bother, it's probably mine." I said as he reached down to feel his jeans. After a bit of quick searching, I pulled it out casually out of one of my jacket pockets, flipped open the screen, glanced at the contactor, and froze.
A/N
Word count: 1100
I'm so terribly sorry to leave you like this on a cliffhanger and a WAY TOO SHORT chapter, but since nobody commented a number on the last chapter, I decided to just go with my original planned storyline.
Also be happy that I managed to slip in a chapter. I've just finished 2/3 of my exams and I have the last 2 tomorrow. I'm supposed to be studying but I decided to fluff my Mello and Alan a bit more.
But it won't last.
I'm sorry (nah I'm not).
The lesson is: comment next time, ya bad bitches.
Don't have a good day, have a great day, and I'll see you all (crying) at the next chapter.
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