Desire {Christian Delgrosso Fanfiction}

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I ran and ran and ran. I was in a dark, lonely street. No lights, no people. No voices, no shadows. I looked behind me, I was scared. I was running away from someone. Or something; I couldn't really tell. I was running but I felt nothing like I feel when I run. I didn't get tired, I didn't feel my legs getting numb or my breath getting heavy. I stopped running. "(Y/N)" I heard someone call my name from a distance. I turned around seeing nothing. "(Y/N)" I heard again, without seeing anyone or anything. I started running again but someone grabbed my arms and pulled me close to them, telling me "It's okay, I'm here.".

I opened my eyes immediately, scared of my own dreams and demons in my mind. Justin was holding me tightly, I pushed him back.

"What the fuck do you want?" I barked at him, passing by him to go get myself some coffee.

I looked around and I noticed I was in his house, I had slept on the couch. Thankfully, nothing had happened between us because I was sure he slept in his own room. I didn't remember much from last night; everything blacked out by the moment Justin kissed me. I was confused, upset and mad at him. I wanted explanations but at the same time, I didn't want to hear him explain anything at all. I bet he would say 'it was a weakness in the moment of the rush and maybe it was the drink's fault too'.

"Why you gotta be like that? Come on,now...You were having a nightmare again, is it that bad that I wanted to help you?" He started mumbling, following me around like a dog.

I poured myself some coffee and ignored him by taking a few sips. I was tired and I hated the fact that I hardly remembered anything from the night before, but mostly I was upset because I had a nightmare and he knew. He didn't know anything about my anxiety or my mild depression and I didn't want him to know anyway.

"Help me how? You know nothing about me..." I groaned, avoiding his long gaze.

"What do you mean?" He looked confused and the fact that my eyes were avoiding his, was only making him feel worse.

"Nothing.." I mumbled, shaking my head, not wanting to confess anything to him. "What happened last night after you kissed me?" I changed the subject of our conversation with the first thing that popped in my head. But I wanted to ask that anyway.

"Nothing, we stayed a little longer, Christian was upset for some reason and said he didn't feel well enough and you looked tired so we rode back home and you were asleep in my car...I thought I shouldn't wake you up to take you home..." Justin replied straight ahead, giving me relief that nothing bad or weird happened.

"Okay, cool. Thanks." I nodded my head and he responded with a warm smile. Christian was sad for some reason and he didn't feel well. I could not stop thinking about that. I remembered how he stormed away from us when he saw Justin kissing me but that's all I remember. Indeed, I was very tired as college was killing me lately and my anxiety was only making it worse.

I suddenly heard the door bell ring and Justin rushed to open the door. I checked the clock only to see that the time was 11 am. Who could've been knocking on the door?

"Hey, what's up man?" I heard Christian's voice and in my head, it sounded like heavy, annoying bells.

"Not him again..." I groaned under my breath as I rolled my eyes angrily. It was morning and I had just woken up from a nightmare that I've been having the past few days. I definitely did not want to see Christian.

"What are you doing here?" He glared at me like I wasn't supposed to be there. Oh well, excuse me, Justin is a close friend and I think I have the right to be wherever I want.

"Oh look who it is. My lovely hater. Morning to you,too." I faked a big smile at him before sipping on my coffee again.

"Morning, bitch." Christian faked a smile too and sat down on the couch, waiting for Justin who had gone upstairs to wear clothes instead of pajamas.

"The slut called the bitch bitch. Oh, wow." I clapped my hands sarcastically making him growl a bit at the word slut.

"Do I look like a slut?" He groaned, angrily.

"Nah, more like an ass!" I exhaled, contacting his dark eyes.

"Shut your hole!" His eyes met my (E/C) eyes and I was enjoying this more than ever.

"Shut yours because you're the irrelevant one." I was feeling so ready for this, I had woken up with a great bitchy mood.

"You think you're smart, don't you?" He threw that at me like it was a mean sentence and I wanted to laugh so bad.

"Oh, think. Honey, I know." I pretended to correct him and watched him burn.

"Ha, funny." Christian rolled his eyes in his attempt to show that my comments were not entertaining enough.

"Nothing's funnier than your very own existence." I exclaimed, eyeing him carefully to hear his next response.

"Hm, that's enough you better stop it right now." He scoffed, avoiding my eyes this time.

"Oh, you're out of comebacks? What a shame, cause I had a few more coming." I fake pouted, his face was turning red and it was the best moment we've ever shared so far.

"I said stop." Christian barked at me, acting like this was a warning.

"Or what!?" I barked back at him, and I was feeling like I had started to get more annoyed.

"Or I will ki-" Christian started off but once he looked at me, he stopped mid sentence.

"Kill me or kiss me..?" I finished his own sentence by suggesting two ways of making me stop. And either one was fine by me.