Leather (A Grease! Mcpriceley fanfiction)

Chapter 7 - Feelings

James lowered his eyebrows. "Well... I can fix it. I will fix it. right now." He got up and determinately threw open the door, marching towards the bathroom.

He arrived at the door and took a deep breath. He could hear Pop Tarts hyperventilating and grunting to himself, and it broke his heart. He slowly opened the door, offering a concerned smile.

"Chris?"
Chris flicked his head towards the door and sighed.
"I'm s-sorry... I'm so... so sorry." He stuttered, barely audible under his tears.

James closed the door and walked closer to Chris, looking him firmly in the eyes.

"No. Please don't apologize."
"W-why not?"
Church hovered his hand over Chris', smiling. "May I?"
Pop Tarts blushed, nodding. A small smile could be seen on his face.

James took Chris' hands, firmly grasping them with all the love he had.
"You are special. So, so special. To everyone, but especially me. Your hair, your eyes, your adorable personality." Church preached.

Chris smiled wider, biting his lip.

"You mean it?"
"Of course."
"Well, I feel the same way about you."
"I know. Now, how about we finish what we started?" Church finished, preparing for a kiss.

Tears of joy filled Chris' eyes, and instead of a kiss, he tackled James into a hug, kissing him on the cheek rapidly.
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" He squealed.
James stumbled a bit, giggling. He could feel his heart warming up, and he squeezed Chris with everything he had.
"I love you, James Church!"
"I love you too, Chris Thomas."
They pulled apart, smiling at each other.

"Boyfriend?"
"Boyfriend."

Pop Tarts ran into the bedroom with James in hand, throwing open the door.

"You guys look happy, what happened in there?" Conner asked, smiling.

"The best thing that's ever happened to me." Chris sang.

"Aww!" Olly said, putting his hand on his heart.

Conner was happy for them, but couldn't help to feel a little jealous. All of his friends were in relationships, and he was just a hopeless dreamer.

"That's absolutely adorable." He said, flashing a semi-fake smile.
"So, who's ready for bed?" Ben asked.
Conner thought for a bit, and glanced at the clock. 9 PM. There was surely time left.

"Uh..." He muttered. "I have to go home. I forgot, my mom doesn't let me sleepover on school nights." He finished.

The truth was, he needed a little bit of time alone. He needed some time to think about his feelings, and how to sort them out. Today was a wild day, any other way.

"Awe, really?" Olly asked.
"Yup, sorry." Conner grabbed his bags and waved goodbye, rushing out of the house.

"Well he surely left fast." Ben pointed out.
"You think he was uncomfortable or something?" Olly questioned.
"No. Probably just wanted to go home and think about Kevin." James replied back, snorting.
"Whatever. I just want to cuddle. Lights out, guys!" Ben exclaimed, making Oliver blush.

"Goodnight!"

Meanwhile, Conner sat in his room, staring at the ceiling. All he could think about was Kevin Price. He covered his face with his bright pink sheets and groaned. "Why does love EXIST?" He complained. He hated to be this grouchy about something instead of just feeling happy for those around him, but it was physically impossible not to.

He sighed. This was unhealthy. Conner turned his light off and rubbed his head, trying to sleep. Kevin would just come back into his thoughts each time he'd try to change the subject.

He growled and ran his fingers through his hair, closing his eyes as tight as possible in an attempt to force himself into sleep.

Soon enough, he became tired and stressed out, and dozed off.
But of course his dreams were Kevin themed.