Friends

Part 6

"Chris?" you question nervously, your hands going to your hips as you stand in front of your bed, Chris closing your bedroom door firmly behind him. "What's going on? You're making me nervous."

He was being weird.

And today had gone so perfect!

You bite your lip as he turns to face you, his t shirt loose over his dark, ripped jeans.

You weren't sure if it was a good thing he wanted to talk to you alone or not.

"Well?" you demand, frowning even more at him when he just stands there, looking at you.

"Do you like Devin?" he asks bluntly, and you straighten, startled.

"Do I what?"

"Like Devin."

What?

You tilt your head a little, confused. "Of course I like Devin."

"No, no, that's not what I mean," Chris looks frustrated as he shakes his head quickly. "I mean, if Devin asked you out, would you -?"

"What? Of course not!" You gasp, suddenly understanding. "Chris, he's one of your friends! I wouldn't date someone that close to you!"

God forbid that happened!

They would eventually figure out that you were in love with him, and that would only go towards the end of your friendship when he realized it; you had already imagined all the horrible scenarios.

Chris would feel awkward around you, avoid you, and you wouldn't blame him at all.

"Oh," Chris looks a little relieved. "I just, I thought you were into him or something."

"Why would you think that? I love Devin to death, but I would never date him, we're friends." The words were bitter as they rolled off your tongue.

Just friends.

Always just friends.

Chris frowns, and he takes a few steps closer to you.

"It... I guess it was a stupid question then, huh?" he blushes, running his hands through his hair. "I just.... well, I didn't know. And after that episode with your ex yesterday -."

You groan at the reminder, turning away from him. "Can we pretend that didn't happen?"

Your eyes flick to the mirror in the corner, it now nothing more then a silver frame. The ring your ex had bought for you sat in front of it on the dresser, the box firmly closed, ready to leave at any moment.

You really did just want rid of it.

You didn't want the reminder.

"Sorry. But... (Y/N), why didn't you tell me the two of you broke up?" Chris asks after a moment, sounding hurt, and your eyes flick to his face immediately. "I didn't even know about it."

"I dunno," you squirm underneath his gaze. "it just... I didn't want to talk about it."

Especially not to him.

Because it was over him.

Chris frowns at you even more, and he steps closer, his fingers reaching forward to tangle in yours familiarly. "I'm here for you, you know that. We've been friends since we were kids,(Y/N). You can trust me. If you'd needed me, I would've come to see you before now. If I had known -."

"I just - I didn't want to ruin your tour with boring news like my breakup," you mutter, the lie easy. "It's not like it was the end of the world, anyway."