Bring Me Back to You

III

Pj's POV:

I walk into Chris's room to find him packing. I wasn't exactly expecting him to be getting ready to leave so soon. I guess he finally listened to me for once in his life.

"Need some help?" I ask him, picking up a T-shirt and folding it. He doesn't respond, just gives a simple "no" hand gesture. I don't listen, I keep folding.

"Why are you helping me? Do you just want me to get out faster?" He asks.

"No. I mean, I just kicked you out, dude. I feel bad. I kinda just made you homeless," I respond. Chris gives me a simple shrug as if to say "whatever".

"Chris, look at me," I say. He does.

"I did this for your own good." He looks at me, blinks.

"My own good? Throwing me out on my ass during my worst time, when you can tell that I'm struggling.... that's for my own good?" He demands. I take a deep breath before responding. I don't want to snap and ruin our friendship anymore than I already have.

"Yeah, it actually is. I want you to get better, Chris, but you obviously can't do that if I'm always the one taking care of you," I say, trying to stay calm. He's looking me in the eye now.

"I'm really sorry, Pj." Then he grabs his suitcase and walks out of his room.

"Chris, wait," I say. I don't want him to hate me.

"What?" He asks.

"Why don't you stay for a cup of tea?" I suggest, making up an excuse to have him stay a little bit longer.

"Peej, I would love to, but I really have to go look for an apartment," He says. I look down sadly.

"You're right, and I can help you with that if you want. But um, Chris, I think you forgot something," I tell him. He puts his suitcase down and turns around towards me.

"I did? What?" He asks. I walk towards him, engulfing my best friend in my arms.

"I still care, Chris." I whisper to him. I can feel his smile. After he and I let go, I notice a blush on his face as he clears his throat to talk.

"You know? Maybe I do have time to have a cup of tea before I go," He says. I nod, then go to boil the water. When it's done, I sit on the couch next to him.

"Chris, talk to me," I say, trying to get him to look me in the eye.

"About what?"

"What were you overthinking? Why were you drinking?" I ask him. He shrugs.

"Just... I get a lot of hate, Peej. A lot. You know they think I'm the ugliest in the Fantastic Foursome?" He asks. I nod.

"Y-yeah. I've heard. But I don't think you should worry. It's not true, Chris," I try to argue. Of course, he's so closed minded that he wouldn't listen anyways.

"R-really?" He asks, "You think I'm better looking then Dan, handsomer than Phil, honestly? Because I don't. It's that, along with... other things, that make me do this," He says.

"Well, what other things?" I respond.

"Just... Things. Things that I can't say, even to you, the person I trust most in the world," He tells me.

"Why, Chris? What is so bad that you can't tell me?" I ask him, starting to get impatient. I'm not nosy, I just care.

"You wanna know Pj? Fine. I like guys," He yells the first part, but whispers his last three words, so soft that I can barely hear them.

"But... You've dated girls before. Did those not mean anything?" I ask him. He shrugs.

"I mean, I guess I maybe liked them at the time. And I still do like girls, just.... guys also."

"How do you know?" I respond.

"I-never mind, Pj I just know. Okay?" He says quietly.

"...Okay," I whisper after a minute. Then, everything is quiet for a few seconds.

"I just feel bad for kicking you out Chris after learning all this. But, I am still not your caretaker. I want you to seek some help, okay?" Is how I break the silence.

"Really? Me? Help? I don't know if I even want help anymore."

"Yes. Chris you need help," I tell him. Maybe the more I say it, it'll get into his head a bit more and he'll actually listen.

"What if I don't want help, Pj? When I'm drinking, I'm happy. Don't make me change  that," He says, getting up.

"But Chris, it's not healthy," I say, grabbing his arm. He swings it out of reach.

"I have to go. Thanks for the tea," He says. Then he grabs his suitcase and walks out, slamming the door behind him.

"B-bye, Chris," I whisper, sinking into the couch. Did I just lose my best friend?

I fucked up everything, didn't I?

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