where truth and fiction meet // buckin

twenty-two

Chris' POV

"D'ya mind? I'm about to take a shower?" he asked with a hint of sarcasm behind his tone. I scoffed, opening the door anyways. He was unbuttoning his pants, and I got in his way of trying to do so.

I pulled him to me, kissing him. He kissed back, only a little, but it was better than the usual gestures I've received recently. As we kept the motion of our mouths going, I shut the bathroom door with my free hand.

He tried to grab a hold of my back, which caused him to drop the towel that was in his hand and me to break the kiss.

"See, Jay, this isn't so bad," I said softly, "you know we both need at least something."

"But I'm trying to shower right now. And you've came in here and tried to be all flirty. It's not going to go any further than what it just did, babe." He smirked, kicked off his trousers and jumping in the shower. My mouth left agape, and in shock. Was he trying to arouse me?

Ignoring his genuine attempt to get me to come crawling back right away, I decided to go and ask Will if he had any idea of why Jonny was so stubborn to me lately.

I knocked on the door in a various pattern waiting for an answer from one of my best friends, and I got one.

"Come in," he says, welcoming me into his humble hotel room.

He takes a seat back on his couch, where I'm guessing he was sat before, and picked up his laptop. He was playing some sort of game perhaps? I think it was The Sims but I wasn't too sure.

"It's so boring over there. He barely interacts with me, let alone talk to me. I feel as if I've done something wrong. Probably something that I never thought through before I had spoken such words. I do it on impulse sometimes,"

"Yeah," he starts, "you gotta start trying to use your words when talking about you two during interviews. I'm not sure, but I think you said about how he was clingy or...something. I don't know. But just explain to him you just were saying that as a joke, and for him not to take words like that so seriously all the time." I then remembered what I had said. I told the guy that we're never really apart, and that I wasn't to blame. Meaning, if I were Jonny, I would take it as he were to blame instead; thus making him feel like I'm saying that he's never away from me.

I nodded, dumbfounded that I never caught on to such a stupid thing beforehand. "Oh! I know exactly what he's talking about—I'm stealing a couple cookies and then I'm leaving." I exclaimed, grabbing about three delicious-smelling cookies off the coffee table before darting out of the door. "Thanks for shutting the door and stealing my food!" I hear him yell sarcastically while I'm heading back to my room. I laughed to myself, because I basically went in for advice and took half of his snacks and didn't even bother to shut the door after me. What can I say, though? I'm just so caught up in making him no longer mad at me that Will should get it by now.

I went back into our shared room, and scoffed up the snacks in a hurry. I was headed to get in the shower with him and talk things out. And maybe after that, have some sort of entertainment.

I opened the door to the bathroom, seeing no sight of Jonny but then again, this meant he was in the shower. Apparently, I'm too much of an idiot to notice the humidity floating around in the air due to the hot shower. "I know what's wrong, Jay. I'm coming in the shower with you."

He sighed, "Alright. Go ahead." he was just trying to make it look like he was actually mad, but the truth is he can't stay mad at me. It'd be the same if you'd go vice versa as well.

I strip down naked, pulling the shower curtain to step in behind him. He tries to fake looking at the design on the curtain just to get a better look at me, which I found so comical. He's so mad, yet he can't resist.

I started to wash my hair with the already-provided necessities, as did he. It was quiet for a bit, until I spoke up.

"In that interview, baby I was just kidding. I don't think you're clingy. Fuck, I'd rather you be close to me than what you've been doing for the last few days. Instead of keeping it in, I'd prefer you tell me everything. Oh—and I'm sorry that I said that, because I know I should've worded that so differently. Please, don't stay mad," I say, kissing his shoulder.

"I'm over it, anyways. It was something so stupid and I got so pissed at it. I overreacted." he turns to face me, cupping my face with his hands and kissing me wholeheartedly.

I don't even have to go on. The rest is already known, honestly. Let's just say, the shower was just the location, as the actions that took place were definitely not what the shower was made for.