"Chris! Chris! Chris! Christopher!" Richard tugged on his friend's shirt sleeve excitedly, crushing an envelope in his other hand.
Chris couldn't help but smile, he was pretending to ignore him to see how far he would to get his attention. He gave up, Richard was just so enthusiastic.
"Hm?"
"So you know how I've always wanted to see the Northern Lights?"
"Yeah, you've told me like a million times."
"Remember that contest I entered to go see them?"
"Yeah."
"I got a letter back from them! But just one thing..."
Chris took the letter from Richard, opening it.
"'Due to some scheduling errors, we are only able to provide you with one ticket to see the Aurora Borealis in the North Pole.' What's so bad about that? You get to go!" Chris put the letter down, lowering his voice when he saw the look on Richard's face.
"I'd be gone for two months."
"So?"
"I..."
"What?"
"Nothing, I'll be right back."
Without another word, Richard got off the couch, running off to his room.
Two months? He'd be gone for two months?
Chris couldn't be without him for that long.
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Little More Than Platonic
RomansRichard 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?
