I Am Lost Without You Here (One Shot)

Hiya guys, so I haven't done a oneshot on here, but please leave me your thoughts :) This is dedicated to this amzing girl because she has an awesome Motionless In White story as well (: Love you so much! you rule! 

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A violent buzz from my bedside table alerted me of a message as it harshly dragged me from my sleep. Moaning, I pick up my phone and stare at it for a moment before I could focus my eyes enough to see what it said. The afternoon light brightly shining into my room only made my task ever more difficult as I tried to get my eyes to adjust to the blinding light. Blinking my eyes tightly as though it would help the situation, I finally managed to make sense of my phone screen, and see that it's 3pm and I have a message from Chris. Chris. My heart begins to pump as I think about him, wishing he could know just how I felt about him. But who am I kidding? He had an amazing girlfriend, there is no way he would ever go from having any girl he wanted to loving his best friend... who's male. Hating the fact I will never be good enough for him, I open up the message: “Hey, Ricky, can you get your ass over here as soon as you can? There's something I need to say,” Confused as to what he could mean, I instantly turn into a fan girling teenage who tricks themselves into believing that maybe, just maybe I could have a chance with him. What else could he want to talk about?

Anticipation fills my mind, throwing out thoughts and imaginations of what Chris could possibly want to talk to me about so desperately. Could he feel the same about me? No, Ricky, you're just setting yourself up to fall. Who are you kidding? You fell in love with your best friend... smart move. And you know he is straight? Even smarter. You really don't make it easy for yourself, do you? Realising just how stupid I may have been for falling for Chris, I mentally slap myself in the face to wake myself before I zone out completely and am late to meet Chris purely because I was too caught up in my thoughts of him. Grabbing a T-shirt, ripped skinny jeans and my laced gloves, I dump all of the clothes on my bed as I hastily strip myself of what I slept in, which, let's face it, isn't going to be much seeing as it's boiling outside. Once undressed I quickly pulled on a fresh pair of boxers, followed by my outfit, and run to my mirror. Heating up my straighteners, I got to work on my slight make-up which I like to wear, mainly some eyeliner, but today I put on a little paler foundation to cover up any of the imperfections on my skin; I always take a little extra care on my appearance whenever I am with Chris. As I perfect my make-up the straighteners come to the right temperature so I pick them up and carefully sort out my hair straightening and teasing it into the style I like. Perfect. Looking up in the mirror, I see that I look as good as I can do in the time I have, so I quickly pick up my stuff and leave my apartment, jumping into my car and driving away.

Streets flowing past, behind me, I slow the car as I approach Chris' house feeling my heart beat quicken up with just the very thought that I am so close to him. I don't know what it is, but something about him sets my heart racing and leaves me wanting him more than ever. Taking a breath to calm my emotions, I shut the car door behind me and pace up to his front door. I knock. My heart in my throat again because I feel as though I am going to mess up, even though I know I have lived with this feeling for him for a year now, and I hardly ever mess up or give it away. I think so, anyway. The door is tugged back to reveal a smartly dressed Chris, which isn't that unnatural for him. Allowing my eyes to travel up and down Chris' slender physic, I bite my lip, realising just how gorgeous he is and how innocent he can look, even though he really isn't.

“Urm.. hi?” Chris prompts, and I gulp, realising I have just been staring at him and making it fairly obvious that I find him attractive.

“Nice shirt,” is all I manage to say in my attempt to cover up my evident mistake.