Internet love crisis {Phan/Kickthestickz}

All the small things

(((OKAY SO I'M TIRED AND SLEEP DEPRIVED BUT I WANTED TO DO THIS))

The car arrived at their new flat, after what seemed like forever. Phil stumbled out of the car, Chris still leaning on him.

Dan and PJ were the first to the front door, and after fumbling with the keys, they managed to open the door.

Even after the nights events, the four took to marveling at their new home, though Chris seemed distant.

Almost immediately, he plopped down on their brand new leather sofa, not minding its stiffness, and set to work writing in his journal.

PJ, for some reason, looked into the living room, leaning on the door frame. 'Probably writing shit about me. Not like I don't deserve it.'

But Peej found himself entranced by Chris. The small quirks about him.

How he always grimaced when he made a mistake, quickly erasing his error. How he yawned when he was tired. How he looked when he was concerned. It was all so cute- wait...what?

He couldn't possibly be attracted to Chris...could he? No...he wasn't gay. Was he?

'Apologise. Make a move. Tell him how you feel. He deserves to know.' PJ had almost had the courage to approach his friend.

But instead, he went upstairs to his room, collapsing on his bed and falling asleep in the unfamiliar quarters.

In any other circumstances he would be uneasy in a new house. But, he was trying to hide how shameful and guilty he felt.

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Ah yes. We return to our insomniac, Chris. The boy had ben writing fo god knows how long, his entry for thr day taking up five pages. But by the fifth paragraph, he had stopped making sense.

All of his words from there on out were about how he wanted so badly for PJ to return his feelings, though he knew that it was all just stupid.

He felt embarrassed, the party had made him feel even worse. Why couldn't he just stick up for himself.

Chris knew he wasn't going to be able to sleep, not in this new house. He felt so empty and alone, up at night, the light of the lamp on the end table illuminating his sunken in features.

So the lad got up, trudging upstairs and entering PJ's room. 'No. This isn't your room, idiot.' Despite his own protests, Chris crawled into bed, beside PJ, feeling the heat of his best friend's body against his.

'He'll be upset in the mornin'.'
But none of it mattered. Chris slowly felt his eyelids grow hwavy, and he fell into a deep sleep, PJ's chest becoming a pillow.

Neither woke up at all throughout the night.