Chase Atlantic One Shots

Illuminated Night

Words: 1488

Written: August 7, 2022

Summary: The boys have a cute little date night at an arcade.

This definitely isn't based on a date I went on... absolutely not at all...😳

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*BUZZ BUZZ*

Kras' phone buzzes on his bedside table. The blonde boy rolls over in his sikly grey sheets as a groan escapes his mouth. He looks at the red lights of his alarm clock.

"10:47"

He extends his arm and fumbles around in search of his phone. The clock scrapes against the wood as Kras pushes it aside in his search for his cell. Finally, the boy finds his phone, flips the dim screen towards his face, and taps the screen.

Baby: Plans tonight?

Kras' fingers hesitantly glide across the screen as he conjures a response.

Kras: Nope

Baby: Be ready by 5:30

The phone clicks off and Kras sets it on the pillow beside him.

The morning sun brightly shines through the large window at the foot of Christian's bed, warming up the room. The bright light bounces off the boy's tired pale skin.

Kras groans as he flips over under his silk sheets. His hip cracks as he twists his legs to follow his torso. He props himself up on his elbows, pushing the pillow beneath him into his mattress. His long blonde hair stands on end as he flips his head to the side and runs his fingers through the knotted mess on his scalp trying his best to straighten it up.

Christain falls back into his bed. His pillow caves to the pressure of his weight. Keeping his eyes open starts to become increasingly more difficult the longer Christian is laying down. The room grows dim. All of the furniture in the small room becomes blurry as Christian begins to fall back asleep.

*BUZZ BUZZ*

Christian's eyes strain as he grabs his phone

Baby: Don't fall back to sleep.

Christian groans even louder. He pushes himself off his bed and slides on his white bunny slippers.

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A series of knocks vibrate Christian's front door. He stumbles over to the door, a bottle of fireball in his hand. He runs his hand through his hair before grabbing the doorknob. The metal knob twists as Christian opens the door, revealing Mitchel standing on the small concrete porch.

"What are you doing?" Mitchel looks at the bottle in Christian's hand as he squeezes past Christian to get inside the house.

"Um, nothing?" Christian sets the bottle down on the end table beside him.

Mitchel aggressively sits himself down on the leather couch beside Christian, "Well? Go get dressed it's 5:30. Or did you forget?" Mitchel's face drops.

Christian slides his phone out of his pocket and flicks the screen towards his face. The screen turns on and displays the time '5:33'

"Shit." Christian whispers under his breath.

"Yeah." Mitchel gets off the couch and grabs Christian's waist, "Let's go." Mitchel pushes his boyfriend towards the bedroom. The two boys enter the small room. A large bed securely set in the middle of the room has two end tables on each side. Each small table is decorated with a lamp, only the clock and small bottle of vodka differentiate the table beside Christian's preferred side of the bed.