He got nightmares on a regular basis, but Chris didn't mind. It was one of the times Richard wasn't joking around or being a sarcastic asshole. Chris liked this side of Richard, he finally showed actual emotion instead of hiding behind a humorous mask.
Richard knocked on Chris' bedroom door lightly, rubbing his eyes from the lack of sleep. Chris allowed him in his room, closing the door behind him. They both have done this enough times to know how it ended. Richard would sleep in Chris' bed with him, cry about his dream, and apologize 400 times to Chris. That's how it went. But the two never talked about it the next day. They never spoke of it after it happened.
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"Why did he just spit?"
"Richard, shut up."
"Why is she nake-"
"Just watch the movie."
"I would honestly have sex with that kid, I mean come on, look at him!"
"Too personal, Rich."
"Why is she going back for him, why doesn't she just go to safety."
"She loves him."
"Yeah, and I love pizza, but you don't see me risking my damn life to save a slice?"
"It's a deeper kind of love than that."
"Deep dish pizza?"
"Not that deep, you dork."
"Why doesn't she move over? There is obviously enough space for the both of them."
"I'm never watching Titanic with you, ever."
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Little More Than Platonic
RomanceRichard and Chris were best friends, living together in a big city. Richard is dealing with bottled-up tension, and Chris just wants to see his friend happy. When there friendship takes a different turn, what will they do to stop it from crumbling?
