Thoughts Of You

Kill Me Sweet

I was sat in Chesters bed, waiting for him to finish showering. He insisted that I should stay in his room, just incase I would pass out again. I wasn't sure why I couldn't just pass out in my own room, but I just went with it. Anything for him. He's so beautiful, everything about him is just, perfect. I was caught up in my thoughts, when I remembered that he kissed my forehead. HE KISSED MY FOREHEAD!!!!! A smile grew across my face, and my face hit my hands. Oh my god. His LIPS were on my FOREHEAD!! AHHHHHHHH!!! My eyes went really fuzzy for a second, but luckily, I didn't pass out.

When Chester came back, he had already dried his hair, and it was really fluffy. More fluffy than usual.
He looked at me, smiling. "Did you do anything while I was showering?"
"No," I said.
"Don't you get bored?" He asked.
"Not really," I shrugged.
He climbed onto rhe bed, laying down.
"You tired?" He yawned.
"Yeah," I lied.
I wasn't really tired, I just wanted to be with him. Even though he makes me feel insane, it's worth it. Definitely. I layed down, slowly shuffling closer to him until he wrapped his arms around me. I suddenly felt something really painful, like someone had stabbed my stomach. I jolted, making Chester concerned.
"Are you okay? Do you want me to stop hugging you? It's okay with me," he said.
"No, stay, please,"I begged, burying my head in his shoulder.

I woke up before Chester. I liked being in his grip, but I sadly needed to use the bathroom. I gently wiggled out of his arms, trying not to wake him up. I tiptoed out of the room, trying not to make the floorboards creak.

I stared at myself in the mirror. I noticed how my eyebags had only gotten bigger, my hair had gotten longer, and I kind of looked like a homeless man. I also noticed how I had changed so much since our last video, 8 months ago. I felt bad, because i hadnt started editing our new one. I had become so much softer, or maybe just sadder. I looked for ages, taking the shit out of myself, until my face went all weird. I had to leave before I smashed the mirror.

When I walked back into the bedroom, Chester was half awake.
"Parkerrr where did you go," he groaned.
"I went to the bathroom," I said.
"Come backk," he said, opening his arms.
I smiled, walking over to the bed and climbing in.
I immediately got dragged back into his arms, and once again, my eyes were fuzzy. But I closed my eyes, and just enjoyed it.

Later, we were eating food. I was hesitant, but I managed it. Well, after an hour. I'm not sure what took me so long, there was nothing really up with me that morning. I guess I just need to try and get used to eating.
"I'm so proud of you!" Chester said, swinging his arms around my neck.
"You don't have to be proud of me," I said.
"But I am," he said.
"You're my favourite person, you know that, right?" I said.
He smiled, kissing the side of my head. I nearly died.

I decided we should make an ad for our merch, to actually be productive. So I sat at my desk in my bedroom, laughing as I made Chesters costume.
"This is gonna be great," I whispered to myself.

When I finished, I went downstairs to Chester.
"Hey, dude, do you mind trying on this costume for an ad?" I asked innocently, trying to hold in my laugh.
"Sure," he said, lifting himself off the sofa so he could take the outfit out of my hands.

I waited for him outside the bathroom, hands over my mouth to stop myself from laughing. He said he wanted to look at himself when he was changed, so that's why he was in the bathroom.
"BRO," I heard Chester shout from inside.
"Can I come in?" I asked.
Before I could do anything else, he opened the door, looking at me with an angry frown. I burst out laughing, leaning on the railing.
"DUDE! WHAT THE FUCK!" Chester yelled, throwing his hands up in the air.
"Wait, wait," I calmed myself down, running to my bedroom.
I grabbed a little accessory, running back to him. I placed a headband on his head, wheezing.

After many many bloopers, we finished filming. I couldn't do it, because I kept laughing. But we finally managed it after a while.
"You owe me for this one," Chester said, stomping away from me.
He's so adorable.

I was sat down on the sofa, my laptop on my lap. I looked through emails, pulling a face at each one. They were all so dangerous. I then heard Chester walking into the room.
"Hello," I said, watching him pick up a pillow. "Watcha doin'?"
"Payback time," he said, wacking me on the head.
I quickly closed the laptop, moving it out of the way.
He climbed onto my lap, and I went a bit dizzy. I tried my hardest not to pass out, because I didn't want him to think he had killed me.
"You're my favourite person, my beautiful husband, but this has to happen!" He said, placing the back of his hand on his forehead to look more dramatic.
Anddddd I lost it.

I slowly opened my eyes, to my cheeks hurting like fuck. I groaned, placing my hands on my face.
"OH MY GOD ARE YOU ALIVE???" A very panicked Chester screamed, very close to my face.
"Yeah, I'm good," I said.
"Fucking hell, I thought I killed you!" He said, a sigh of relief following.
He moved his face away from mine, crawling off of me.
"Sorry," he said.
"What are you sorry for?" I asked.
"For knocking you out, I didn't mean to hit you that hard," he frowned.
"Oh, Ches, it wasn't that, don't worry," I said, sitting up to hug him.
"What was it, then?" He whimpered, leaning into me.
"J-just happens randomly," I said quickly, holding him tighter. "It wasn't your fault. I promise."
He just gripped the sleeve of my hoodie.
"I love you," he mumbled into my hoodie.
"I-i love you too," I said.

I loved it when he told me stuff like that. Even though it made me go all weird, I loved it.